If everything else matches, it can be said to be a match, and the appearance in the photo is almost the same, then it can be confirmed that Congcong is his biological grandson.
Because of his daughter's death, he was only concerned with hating Sun Junsheng, and he didn't even leave a photo of his grandson at home.
Thinking of this, he also blamed himself.
"Contact Sun Junsheng and ask him to find all the photos of Congcong when he was a child and send them to me." Old Deng choked up.
Although he had already confirmed Congcong's identity in his heart, he still wanted to get more evidence.
It’s just that these evidences are meant to be shown to the Zheng family.
And his preparations for what happened next.
Not long after Sun Junsheng and his wife left the compound and returned home, they received another call from the compound.
This time it was Li Huiru who answered the call.
It's just that the other party doesn't want to talk to her.
Li Huiru looked at her husband with some anger and some grievance.
"Junsheng, I'm looking for you in the compound."
Sun Junsheng frowned. "Why are you calling again?"
Muttering to himself, he hurried over to answer the phone.
"Hello, it's me."
After hearing the request on the other end of the phone, Sun Junsheng immediately asked, "Do you know where Congcong is?"
When he asked these questions, he didn't notice his wife behind him, her gaze instantly shifting towards him, and her hands nervously grabbing her clothes.
In response to Sun Junsheng's inquiry, the person on the other end of the phone did not give a definite answer, but only asked him to send the photos over as soon as possible.
But even if there was no answer, Sun Junsheng became excited after hanging up the phone.
"Hui Ru, they must have some news about Cong Cong. Hurry up and look for the photo. You should also look for it. Where did we put the photo of Cong Cong?"
Because when Congcong lost his calf, his wife couldn't help but blame herself and burst into tears when she saw Congcong's photo, so he ordered Congcong's photo to be put away.
It was my wife who put the photo away at that time.
The couple went home and began to look for photos.
I just looked for it, but I didn't find any.
"Strange, Huiru, I remember Congcong had several photos, but how come I can't find any?"
Li Huiru frowned. "How would I know?"
"Didn't you put it away in the first place?"
"It's been several years, how can I remember clearly?"
Sun Junsheng immediately thought of what he had said in response to Mr. Deng.
No, couldn’t my wife clearly describe the clothes Congcong was wearing when he lost his pants?
Moreover, she blamed herself so much and didn't care about Congcong's whereabouts, but when she saw the photo, she couldn't remember anything at all.
He felt strange, but he didn't say it out loud, so he could only continue looking for the next step.
The four members of the Zheng family had been sitting here with Old Deng for a long time, but no one from Sun Junsheng showed up. Old Deng looked at the staff.
"Call again and ask."
"yes."
The staff called the Sun family again.
Sun Junsheng was already dizzy from searching, and his house was in a mess.
When he received the call, he was very upset. "I'm sorry, we haven't found it yet."
The staff member covered the microphone and looked at Mr. Deng. "They said they haven't found it yet."
Mr. Deng was so angry that he asked someone to push him over and picked up the microphone himself.
"Sun Junsheng, is it possible that your family can't accommodate Congcong, and can't even accommodate a photo of him?"
"No, Dad, listen to me, we are still looking for him. When Congcong was lost, we all felt very sad."
"I don't want to hear any of your explanations. I only know that you are an irresponsible husband and father!"
Old Deng hung up the phone angrily, and then looked at Linglong and the others with a sad smile.
"I'm sorry to make you laugh."
Even though Linglong and the others were not involved, they felt sorry for Mr. Deng.
Congcong had only been missing for a few years, but his family couldn't even find a single photo of him.
Sun Junsheng hung up the phone and continued to look for her.
Li Huiru said she wanted to go and see the children, and took out something from a hidden place. It turned out to be several photos of children. She tore the photos into pieces in an instant, walked into the kitchen and threw them into the kitchen garbage, and threw some other things on top to cover them up.
Just as Mr. Deng gave up the photo, the staff member beside him spoke nervously.
"that."
"Just say it if you have something to say." Mr. Deng had calmed down a little.
"Mr. Deng, there seems to be some of Deng Rouzhi's things in her room. You haven't been in there, so we've been cleaning it. Maybe there's something there."
As soon as Mr. Deng was reminded, he became alert.
"Come on, push me over."
He cherished his little girl very much. Even after she got married, he kept the room in the house and would live in it when she came back.
When his daughter died, Sun Junsheng sent back some of her things. He was too sad to look at her belongings, but the things remained in that room and no one moved them. Only staff would come in occasionally to clean it.
Apart from Zeng Yu and his wife who stayed in the living room after being told by Mr. Deng, Linglong and Zheng Tiansen also came to help.
The owner of the house had lived there for several years. When Linglong saw the furnishings in the house, she could imagine how much Mr. Deng loved Deng Rou.
Even if everyone started to search, they tried to be gentle and not to mess up the original things in the house.
In an iron box, Mr. Deng found many of his daughter's personal belongings.
A diary, awards, some small items, and photos of my daughter.
He flipped to the back of the diary and a photo fell out.
Before the old man could pick it up, Linglong had already bent down to pick it up.
The photo showed a woman lying on a hospital bed, with a child who looked no more than a month old lying next to her. The woman's head was nestled next to the child, and even though her face was haggard, she was smiling brightly.
When he saw the person in the photo, Mr. Deng burst into tears, put the photo on his chest and cried.
"My Rourou."
The child in the photo looks like Congcong in the photo provided by Shangdian and Linglong, but the child in this photo is too young.
"Grandpa Deng, do you mind if I take a look at the diary?"
Old Deng choked and shook his head.
Linglong picked up Deng Rou's diary and read it carefully.
She looked at the date on the diary and turned directly to the back. She would read the content for a few times and then turn the page when she felt there was nothing more to read.
She stopped when she saw the penultimate entry.
Pointing to the words above, he showed them to Mr. Deng.
"Grandpa Deng, look at this."
Old Deng didn't even bother to wipe away his tears, and just stared at the words.
"Congcong has a small birthmark on his leg that looks like a plum blossom. It's so cute. I don't have to worry about losing him anymore."
Anyone could see that these words were Deng Rou's self-deprecation, but now they became the most accurate evidence that allowed Old Deng to identify his grandson.
"Linglong, are you looking for him?" Old Deng looked at Linglong hopefully.
Linglong nodded. "Grandpa Deng, there is indeed a plum blossom-shaped birthmark on the inside of Congcong's knee."
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