The old man was in very poor health, so he wanted to get out of bed and walk around, but he fell and knocked something over.
Two staff members outside the house heard the noise and ran in immediately.
They wanted to help the old man back to bed, but he ignored the pain and asked, "Are you sure that the Zheng family's grandson is adopted and not the Zheng family's biological child?"
The two staff members exchanged a glance, and the one who knew more replied, "It's true. When the Zheng family first adopted the child, many people in our hospital knew about it. But the Zheng family said they regarded the child as their own and were afraid they would treat him badly, so they asked everyone not to discuss it and to keep it a secret for them. That's why no one mentioned it anymore."
Elder Deng asked excitedly, "So, is that child called Congcong, and is he eight years old this year?"
The staff member wasn't so sure this time. "I think that's the name. I don't know the exact age either. It happened several years ago."
They still don't know why Mr. Qiu is so excited.
"Come on, push me to Zheng's house." Old Deng said anxiously.
Because his health is not very good and it is becoming increasingly difficult for him to move around, a wheelchair is available at home.
"Going to the Zheng family now?" The staff was shocked.
It's New Year's Eve, and everyone is at home having a reunion dinner, and someone suddenly comes to disturb us.
Another staff member also advised.
"Mr. Deng, why don't we go tomorrow morning? It will be a good opportunity to say New Year's greetings." It didn't seem out of place after the first day of the new year. Although Mr. Deng was obviously older, it was not very reasonable for him to go to the Zheng family to say New Year's greetings.
But Elder Deng trembled and said, "You don't understand. Not long after my grandson was born, I lost him. His nickname was Congcong."
Now the two staff members understood why Mr. Deng insisted on going to the Zheng family on New Year's Eve.
Zheng Tianbao and Congcong finally finished setting off the fireworks they bought, and the uncle and nephew went into the house.
"Hurry up and wash your hands with hot water to warm them up. You must be frozen." Zeng Yu nagging.
Zheng Tiansen was still holding his daughter, and Linglong went to pour hot water for them.
She poured some hot water into the washbasin and added some cold water. She reached out to test it and found that the temperature was okay, so Linglong asked her brother-in-law's son to go over.
Outside, there was a knock on the door.
"Who would come home at this time?" Zheng's father asked curiously.
"Yes." Zeng Yu also felt strange.
Aunt Wei walked over and opened the door. There were three people outside, and Mr. Deng was sitting in a wheelchair.
Aunt Wei had been in the compound for many years. Naturally, she knew Mr. Deng and quickly turned around.
"It's Mr. Deng."
Zeng Yu and her husband quickly got up and ran to the door.
"Uncle Deng, why are you here so late? Come in quickly." Zheng's father called out.
The staff pushed Mr. Deng in. Mr. Deng glanced around the room and didn't see any little boy, showing some disappointment.
He could only look at Zheng's father and explain. "I have no reason to be so presumptuous as to come to your house on New Year's Eve. I'd like to ask, how old is your eldest grandson this year?"
This question is a bit strange.
Hearing the noise outside, Linglong came out.
"Mom and Dad, what's wrong?"
"Uncle Deng, this is Linglong, our Tiansen's daughter-in-law and the mother of our eldest grandson."
"Linglong, can you tell me how old your son is?" Mr. Deng asked expectantly.
Because when Linglong adopted Congcong, she was not sure about his age. Later, Linglong even asked a doctor to examine Congcong. The doctor roughly determined Congcong's age based on his bone age, teeth and other aspects.
I don’t know Congcong’s exact date of birth, but I can’t just not report it.
Later, when she was going through the adoption procedures, she filled in Congcong's date of birth based on the doctor's estimated age, which was February 2nd.
Well, today is New Year’s Eve, February 1st, and tomorrow is Congcong’s birthday.
"Grandpa Deng, our little Congcong will be celebrating his eighth birthday tomorrow."
Thinking about what day tomorrow was, Mr. Deng's eyes dimmed a little. His little grandson was born on January 15th, and he remembered it clearly.
But he didn't give up. "Are you sure Congcong was born on February 2nd?"
Over there, Zheng Tianbao came out with Congcong after washing his hands.
Looking at Congcong, Mr. Deng's eyes are shining.
From Mr. Deng's question, the Zheng family realized that something was wrong. Zheng Tiansen, holding their daughter, said directly: "Tianbao, take Congcong to your room to play for a while."
Seeing how many more people had appeared in the living room, Zheng Tianbao nodded, although he was puzzled. "Okay."
After they left, Linglong replied, "Grandpa Deng, we're not sure. Congcong is our adopted child, and we don't know his exact date of birth. Are you asking this because you have any clues about Congcong's family?"
The old man asked. "How often do you meet this kid?"
Linglong recalled. "It was probably in the spring of 1977. I remember it was not long after the Chinese New Year."
The old man's hands began to tremble, and his grandson Congcong also lost his father after the Chinese New Year.
Holding back his trembling, he asked one last question. "Did you name him Congcong?"
Linglong shook her head. "No, when I first picked him up, he called him Congcong, so we called him Congcong."
The old man's eyes welled up. "My grandson's nickname is Congcong, and his full name is Sun Yicong. He was also born in 1977 and was born on January 15, 1976."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, the living room fell into silence. The Zheng family members were shocked, especially Linglong and Zheng Tiansen.
They couldn't find Congcong's family no matter how hard they tried, it couldn't be that they were in the compound!
The two staff members behind Mr. Deng were also shocked. So much information seemed to match up. It was very likely that the eldest grandson of the Zheng family was waiting for the grandson of the old man. This was really strange.
After calming down for a moment, Linglong spoke. "Grandpa Deng, I know you really want to find a grandson, but we should be cautious about things like recognizing relatives, right?"
Deng Lao quickly explained, "I'm not trying to take your child away. I just..."
Zheng Tiansen spoke up. "Grandpa Deng, Linglong didn't mean that. When we first found Congcong, we tried to help him find his family, but we couldn't find any leads, so we decided to adopt him."
Deng Lao nodded repeatedly. "Okay."
Seeing that the old man was very emotional, Zeng Yu poured him a cup of hot water.
"Uncle Deng, please take your time. Let's talk slowly. The child is at home and can't run away."
If Congcong is really Mr. Deng's lost grandson, then they have an unexplainable fate.
After everyone was seated, Linglong began to recall the details of picking up the cat that year.
Including human traffickers, and what kind of clothes Congcong was wearing at that time.
Zheng Tiansen was also the first person in the house besides his wife to see Congcong, and he also helped to fill in some details.
Even though he had not yet completely confirmed that Congcong was his lost grandson, Mr. Deng burst into tears when he heard this.
The people in the room cursed the hateful human trafficker countless times in their hearts.
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