He and Ermao usually like to lie by the floor-to-ceiling window of the retirement home and look at the scenery downstairs.
Now he was lying there alone and he was not afraid at all.
At the table in front of Song Chucheng sat two elderly people and a little boy.
The two old people looked about the same age as Grandpa Su and Grandma Su, and the little boy sitting next to them was about the same age as Dabao.
Seeing that he didn't even lean his head towards the floor-to-ceiling window, Song Chucheng could guess that he was scared.
She looked down and saw Moo Moo looking at Rou Rou, so she said softly, "Moo Moo, do you want to play with your brother?"
"No, I want my mommy." Moo Moo said in a baby voice.
Rourou heard her mother's voice and turned around and called out again, "Brother, look."
"You watch it yourself, my brother won't watch it."
Song Chucheng wiped his saliva and smiled softly.
"This little kid is quite courageous. How old is he?"
The person who spoke was an old man sitting opposite her. His eyes were bright and majestic, and his voice was like a bell.
Song Chucheng curled his lips and said in a gentle tone: "He is just over one year old and he is a fool and brave."
Rourou tilted her head to look at the old man, then ran back to her and shyly lay in her arms: "Mom! Mom!"
Song Chucheng touched the back of his head, and Rourou raised his head and looked at her with his eyes like black grapes.
"Do you want to sit down or go and watch?" Song Chucheng looked at him with a smile.
"No! Look."
Rourou turned her head and pointed at the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Well! Let's go!"
"Brother, go." Rourou reached out and took Moomoo's little hand.
Moo Moo didn't say anything. He held her legs and slid down from the chair. The two brothers happily walked to the window hand in hand and squatted down.
Moo Moo didn't show any expression, but Rourou was very happy holding her brother's hand.
The fat boy pointed at a place outside the glass and turned his head to call him brother. Every time he pointed at a strange place, he called him brother. Song Chucheng was so cute that he really wanted to hug him and kiss him.
"Auntie, are they twins? Why do they look different?"
The little kid in front pointed at the Rourou brothers and asked.
Song Chucheng smiled and nodded: "Yes, they are twins, one looks like his mother and the other looks like his father."
Upon hearing this, the old lady with her back to Song Chucheng stiffened.
How many years had it been since she'd heard those words? The images of her childhood and the words just now kept looping in her mind...
The old lady was stunned at first when she turned her head suddenly. There was a little confusion in her eyes, and an indescribable emotion suddenly rose in her heart. She glared and was about to say something when she was interrupted by the waiter who served Song Chucheng.
Song Chucheng didn't notice this scene. She called the Moo Moo brothers, and the three of them happily started eating, completely unaware that the old lady was staring at them.
The two brothers ate four each and stopped eating. I had to make milk for them later.
After dinner, she helped the two brothers wipe their mouths, tidied their clothes, wiped their hands and prepared to go out.
"Little comrade, wait!"
The old lady at the next table called out to the three of them, mother and son. The old man who had just spoken to Song Chucheng also looked at his wife with some confusion.
Song Chucheng paused, turned around with her two brothers, and saw that it was the white-haired old lady at the next table who called her. She didn't know what she wanted. She glanced at the table where she had just sat, and didn't see anything fall.
Bu Jing asked with some confusion: "Hello, what can I do for you?"
"You look familiar, may I ask, young comrade, what is your father's name? Where is he from? Are there any other family members?"
The old lady was so anxious that her face turned red, and she spoke the whole sentence without even a pause!
Before Song Chucheng could answer, the old man who had spoken to her came over and supported her.
"I'm sorry, young comrade. Please don't be offended. My wife doesn't have any bad intentions."
Song Chucheng shook his head: "It's okay."
"Old man, look at this lesbian. Doesn't she look exactly like my sister Jingqiu when she was young?"
The old lady held her husband's hand tightly and said anxiously!
After hearing this, the old man looked at the faces of Song Chucheng, mother and son. The confusion on his cheeks gradually disappeared, and there seemed to be more eager anticipation between his brows.
Hearing the name "Jingqiu", Song Chucheng's heart skipped a beat. A bold idea came to her mind. Is it really such a coincidence?
Su Mushang had told her years ago that her father's identity had been confirmed.
It's just that things are not peaceful everywhere now, and her uncle, whom she has not yet met, wants to wait until everything is settled before coming to find her father, so she didn't tell his father about this.
Song Chucheng looked at the old lady whose eyes were red with anxiety, and pondered for a while: "Don't be anxious, old lady, let's sit down and talk." Her voice was smiling, and she comforted her carefully and gently.
"Yes! That's right, my dear, let's sit down and talk. The young comrade is right." The old man laughed when he heard her words.
Rourou didn't want to sit on the stool. He pulled Moomoo's hand and went to the floor-to-ceiling window to look at the scenery. Seeing this, the child at the table slowly moved over.
Seeing them chatting in whispers, Song Chucheng felt relieved.
"Little comrade, we have no ill intentions. I just saw that you and my sister looked exactly like each other when they were young, so I acted like this."
After calming down, the old lady explained somewhat embarrassedly.
"Yes! Comrade, I'm a retired government employee. I have my ID here. I assure you, we're not lying."
The old man put his certificate on the table. If they hadn't come here to eat today, why would they carry their certificates with them?
Seeing them tense up to explain to her, afraid that she wouldn't believe them, they were so anxious that they didn't know where to put their hands.
Song Chucheng also hurriedly said: "Old man, old lady, don't be nervous, why don't you tell me what's going on?"
After drinking a sip of tea, the old lady told the story of how her sister lost her child and how she had been looking for her youngest son all these years.
After hearing this, Song Chucheng realized that if there was no accident, the person in front of her should be her grandmother's sister who she had not yet recognized, that is, her great aunt, and the old man was her great uncle.
The main reason was that she didn't know if there would be any problems inside, and she didn't dare to say anything to them easily. She would have to go back and ask Uncle Su later. In case something went wrong in the middle, she was still with the Moo Moo brothers, not alone.
The old man didn't rush when she said nothing more. If he were in her shoes, he would have concerns too. They were strangers a second ago. He smiled and said, "Young comrade, you are not from Shanghai, are you? Have you been living here these days?"
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