"She?" Jiang Dongcheng himself was shocked: "I have only met her twice, how could she have a son with him? Your son is still in his twenties, and she has a son of her own.
Wu Min, don’t you think it’s ridiculous when you say this? How is this possible?
"I saw it with my own eyes. It can't be fake at all. Ask Yushan, she saw it too."
"Yes, I saw it too. The man who was digging out manure with Yiming and a young man who looked exactly like you were riding in the same bicycle. They were both the children of the woman selling sachets."
"Jiang Dongcheng, you have nothing to say, right? He looks exactly like you. If they weren't biological sons, how could they look so similar?
Jiang Dongcheng, I didn't realize it. You've always been so cold and indifferent to me, and I thought you were born with this kind of personality. It turns out you have a lot more tricks up your sleeve.
We weren't married when you hooked up with her, otherwise your child wouldn't be that big."
"That's ridiculous! I never touched a woman before I got married. Now I remember, Xiaoyang told me about this. It's just a coincidence. I guess his father looks like me, and the child looks like his father, so doesn't that mean we look alike too? Otherwise, his mother wouldn't mistake me for someone else."
Wu Minwei was stunned for a moment, as if thinking about what Jiang Dongcheng said.
She immediately denied it. "No, that's not right. He looks to be in his twenties. You could easily be his mother at your age. The key is that you two look so much alike. Apart from your biological children, I've never seen anyone so similar. Weren't you missing for a few years? Were you with this woman during those missing days?"
"No, I've been doing hard labor in the mines. There are only men there, so where can I get women?"
"Whether you were in the mine or not, only you know. I wasn't with you at the time."
"So you don't believe what I say, and you insist that I have an affair with someone else, then." Jiang Dongcheng clenched his fists, "You insist on linking me with someone else, then, you said I look like him, right? Then I'll go and see how much I look like him, and whether it's exactly as you said."
"Hey, go and see it. Once you see it, you should admit your adultery."
"Don't talk nonsense, I just went to take a look. I am a man of integrity. If there was an affair, would I dare to go?"
As he spoke, he went to ride his bicycle, and finally rode to the gate of the courtyard in one breath.
There was still a red cloth hanging by the door of the courtyard. He looked at it and went in.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw Mei Xiangcao washing clothes in the yard, and Jiang Ye rinsing diapers next to her.
The six gazes intertwined with each other, and when they saw each other, they all froze.
Jiang Dongcheng saw Jiang Ye's face.
Yes, it does.
He really looks exactly like him, just like a photo of him when he was young.
When Jiang Yiming told him before, he thought Jiang Ye looked at most 70% or 80% similar to him. Now it’s not even 70% or 80% at all, it’s almost 100%.
Looking at the other person's figure again, Jiang Ye was sitting on the bench. The 1.9-meter tall guy couldn't be invisible just because he was sitting down.
Those slender legs and well-proportioned upper body seemed to be copied from him.
He watched and watched, and unknowingly lost himself, as if he saw his past self and was lost in memories.
Mei Xiangcao saw him staring at Jiang Ye like that, wondering if he knew something. Could it be that he had recovered his previous memories?
If he regained his memory, he would have to face two families. What would he do? He would be in a dilemma.
If he didn't recover his memory, she wanted him to leave here immediately.
Just when she was debating whether to go over and chase him away, Jiang Ye asked Jiang Dongcheng: "Uncle, what are you doing in my house?"
The word "uncle" woke Jiang Dongcheng up. He looked at the copy of himself in front of him and couldn't help but go to Jiang Ye.
He stared at Jiang Ye and asked, "You, why do you look so much like me?"
"Uncle, I'm also confused. How can there be people in this world who look so alike? You look exactly like my dad, and I look like my dad, so we look the same too.
The world is so big that nothing is impossible. It's just a coincidence, uncle. Maybe our resemblance is fate."
"It's fate." Jiang Dongcheng was still a little confused: "Does fate mean we look this similar?"
"Then how do you think I should understand this? Do you think I have anything to do with you?"
"No, no, no, what kind of relationship can we have? This is the first time I've met you. If we have any relationship, it must have been in our previous life."
"So, uncle, you came to see me specially? Do you have anything else to do besides this?"
"No more." Jiro Wang answered truthfully.
He turned around and wanted to leave, but subconsciously looked at Mei Xiangcao again. There was something special in the woman's eyes, not something she would show to strangers.
Since she knew that he was not the one she was looking for, why did she still look at him like that?
"I, I won't bother you anymore. I'm gone."
He walked out of the courtyard in a few steps, but his heart was still heavy and a little blocked.
I always feel like something is weird.
Jiang Yushan and Wu Min also came and stood outside waiting.
He said to the two men, "See? We just look alike. There's nothing else to do with each other. Now you should give up, right?"
He got on his bike and left.
Wu Min and Jiang Yushan were whispering to each other.
"Mom, do they really not know each other? Is this just a show?"
Wu Min thought it was unlikely, but she always felt that things would not be that simple.
Jiang Dongcheng seemed to be talking to Jiang Ye without saying much, but only he knew that after he went to that courtyard, his heart felt like it was tied with a rope, and he was invisibly worried about him.
He even began to wonder, had he really only stayed in the mines during the few days when he lost his memory?
But when he regained his memory, he was in the mine. Those people said that he had worked there for a long time. He was missing a part of his memory, so he could only believe what others said.
Maybe he wasn't there in the first place.
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