"Congcong is missing. It's all my fault. I didn't take good care of him. I still remember what happened when he was missing. Let me tell you about it." Li Huiru said.
"Okay, you say." Old Deng said coldly.
He called the couple he least wanted to see over just for this moment.
"I remember that Congcong was wearing a set of clothes that I made for him myself, a blue top and open-crotch pants. I also sewed a little tiger on the clothes for him." Li Huiru's face was full of grief as she recalled it.
Those who don’t know her might think that she has been blaming herself for Congcong’s disappearance for many years.
But the look in Deng Lao's eyes when he looked at her became even sharper.
The description of the clothes was correct, exactly as the woman had said.
But compared to Sun Junsheng's irresponsibility, which he couldn't remember clearly because it had been too long, he felt that Li Huiru's answer was even more terrifying.
If Li Huiru was a kind-hearted person, would she marry the benefactor who had done her a favor when her daughter was still lying in wait?
Congcong was lost a few months into her pregnancy.
It's not that he hasn't suspected it over the years, but he just hasn't had any evidence.
But because of the hatred in his heart, he has always disliked the couple.
Now, he felt that if he found his grandson, he would not let it go.
Even if it wasn't for his dead daughter, it was to protect his grandson.
After asking some other details, Mr. Deng waved his hand and sent them away.
As soon as the couple left, the self-blame on Li Huiru's face disappeared and was replaced by confusion.
"Tell me, why didn't you ask about Congcong in the past few years, but now you're suddenly asking about Congcong? Do you know where Congcong is?"
Hearing this, Sun Junsheng was stunned for a moment.
Is there any news about Congcong's whereabouts?
When his son was first lost, he was angry and sad.
He even blamed his wife for not taking good care of their son and not informing him immediately when his son was missing.
But his wife cried and blamed herself all the time. She was pregnant at that time. Once their youngest son was born, he was more preoccupied with the matter and Congcong's affairs became increasingly vague.
After so many years, he had long given up hope of finding his son again.
"If so, that would be great. I just hope it's not just a false alarm." He sighed.
Li Huiru was silent for a moment before she smiled. "Yes, it would be great if we could find Congcong back."
"Come on, go home."
After asking Li Junsheng and his wife, Mr. Deng wanted to visit the Zheng family again.
After struggling for a few times, I finally suppressed the impulse.
He believed that the Zheng family would not make him wait too long for such an important matter.
He certainly didn't have to wait too long.
Zheng Tiansen and Linglong drove back to the family compound. Linglong didn't even bother to say hello to the neighbors she hadn't seen for a long time, and started rummaging through the drawers looking for something.
Congcong's old clothes were gone for a long time, so she couldn't remember exactly where they were in the closet, so she had to look carefully for them.
Zheng Tiansen and she worked together separately, each looking for one side.
With the efforts of the two, it only took about ten minutes to find out the old clothes that Congcong wore back then.
"If you've found it, hurry up and pack it up. Put these clothes aside for now and sort them out when you have time. Grandpa Deng may say he's not in a hurry, but who knows how anxious and angry he is in his heart." Linglong said.
"Yes, if it were us, we would also be extremely anxious. Grandpa Deng is not in good health."
The couple immediately got in the car and left.
Seeing them come back in a hurry and leave in a hurry, Zhao Aihong and Wang Juan both felt very strange.
Zheng Tiansen drove very fast on the road, and only slowed down when he came across some sections of road that looked snowy and rainy.
After hurriedly driving back to the compound and entering the house, Zeng Yu signaled his youngest son to take Congcong away.
"Oh, you adults are so troublesome." Congcong muttered softly and left with his uncle Zheng Tianbao.
He thought the adults were going to have another adult conversation that children were not allowed to hear.
But for him, it was really unbearable to listen to.
Zeng Yu looked at the bag in her daughter-in-law's hand and asked, "Are there any old clothes in it?"
"Yes, I also took some photos of Congcong when he was a child."
"Yes, there are photos. I didn't even think about this." Zeng Yu became excited.
She had clearly acted reluctant before, and even thought in her heart that it would be better if it was a mistake.
But perhaps it was because they were kind-hearted. Even though they were reluctant, they were willing to find relatives for Congcong so as not to disappoint Mr. Deng.
Zheng's father was still at home and said directly, "Let Tianbao take Congcong. Tianxin should stay at home and don't move. An'an should stay as well. You can keep an eye on her. We will go to the Deng family to pay New Year's greetings together."
He was talking about the couple and Zheng Tiansen Linglong.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, everyone is running around to wish their superiors or elders a happy new year.
Regardless of his seniority or age, Mr. Deng was the one they wished New Year's greetings to.
They passed by suddenly, and even outsiders would not find it strange.
After getting their things, the four of them went out.
Elder Deng was indeed feeling restless at home, and when he heard the staff happily run in to say that the Zheng family had arrived, he became excited. "Push me out quickly."
Soon, everyone sat down in the Deng family's living room.
Under Mr. Deng's expectant gaze, Linglong opened the package containing the clothes.
"This is the clothes Congcong was wearing when I picked him up."
But the clothes disappointed Mr. Deng.
The clothes that appeared before him were not as he remembered Li Huiru describing. They were black and very worn.
"Just this one?" Old Deng was anxious and had lost his composure.
Linglong nodded. "That's what he was wearing at the time."
Old Deng closed his eyes, his face full of grief.
He was still comforting himself in his heart, thinking that perhaps the trafficker had changed the child's clothes after the child was lost.
But this cannot prove that Congcong is his grandson.
Could it be that this is how God plays a trick on him?
A child who was most likely his grandson appeared in front of him, but he was unable to confirm whether this was his daughter's flesh and blood.
This uncertainty only made his heart more tormented.
Just by looking at his reaction, everyone present knew what was going on.
Seeing how miserable Mr. Deng looked, Linglong quickly took out the photos again.
"Grandpa Deng, these photos were taken shortly after I picked up Congcong. You should take a look at them too."
Deng Lao opened his eyes quickly. "Give it to me."
Zheng Tiansen took the photo and handed it to Deng Lao.
Mr. Deng looked at each one carefully.
Although the child in the photo looked older than his grandson before he was lost, he still remembered what the child looked like.
After so many years, he still dared not forget it.
As he touched the little guy in the photo who looked very similar to the grandson in his memory, Old Deng's eyes were red.
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