As soon as he opened his eyes, the master of metaphysics became the vicious stepmother of four oil bottles Chapter 216 You can tell if it's a god or a ghost
"I was adopted by my adoptive father after I lost my memory. My adoptive father was a very nice person. He always treated me as his own daughter and would not lack food and clothing for me."
Meng Yuan frowned slightly, obviously not believing what she said. The woman knew that if she was interrogated by him any more, she might reveal her fault. Her thoughts were flowing, and she took a step back and said: "You two, I have something to do, so I won't accompany you to continue chatting."
Well, we are destined to meet again."
After saying that, he stepped up to leave.
"Wait a minute." Fang Zhenshan quickly stopped her, "May I ask where the girl lives with her adoptive father now? If it is convenient, Fang would like to visit her."
The corners of the woman's lips curled up slightly, "My adoptive father and I live in Huaihua Lane on North Street in Stone Town. There is a mulberry tree in front of our house. It's easy to find."
Fang Zhenshan nodded and watched her leave, feeling unable to calm down for a long time.
It's been ten years, Ying'er has been gone for a full ten years.
Over the past ten years, every time he dreamed of Ying'er's voice and smile, his heart was as sharp as a knife. When Ying'er was alive, he and his wife were away at war all year round, and they spent very little time with her. Although Ying'er never complained about them,
They feel guilty in their hearts.
Originally, he and his wife had planned to retire from the front line when they were older and make time to make up for their daughter. Who would have thought that what they were waiting for first was the tragic news of their daughter's death.
The emotions of distress and guilt have been haunting them all these years, and they have never been able to resolve them.
He never dared to dream that one day he would meet someone so similar to Ying'er on the street. He was so similar that even though he knew it was impossible, he still wanted to catch up and find out.
"Godfather, let's go home. Let's discuss what to do next and then make a decision together." Meng Yuan held his arm and advised.
Fang Zhenshan nodded absentmindedly, but when he turned around, he accidentally stepped down the steps and sprained his foot.
When he got home, Mr. He looked at his limping leg, narrowed his eyes, and said with disdain, "Your health is getting worse and worse than before. How can you make your leg lame when you go to the city to buy something?"
"Ling, Ling Shuang, I..." Fang Zhenshan opened his mouth and his eyes turned red first.
He was frightened by his appearance, "Zhenshan, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me... I will never be cruel to you again, don't cry..."
Mr. He put down the kitchen knife in his hand and hurriedly wiped his tears. Fang Zhenshan held her hand and said with grief: "Ling Shuang, I saw Ying'er."
He was stunned and his lips trembled for a long time before he could say a word: "Did you see it wrong?"
"That's right. How could I be wrong about such an important thing? Really, she looks exactly like our Ying'er!"
Although He was very excited, he still had reason to hold back his tears and said, "But our shadow will be gone long ago..."
"I know, but how can there be two people who look exactly the same in the world? Do you think it is possible?"
Fang Zhenshan rubbed his face, suppressed all the thoughts in his heart, leaned on her shoulder and said: "I already know the woman's address. Let's go there together tomorrow. When you see her appearance, you will understand what I am thinking at this moment.
I’m in the mood.”
At the same time, Meng Yuan and Shen Qingqing were also discussing the matter at home.
"You said my godfather met a woman who looked very similar to my sister in the county today?"
Meng Yuan corrected her: "No, according to my godfather, the two of them look almost exactly the same."
"You were also present at the time. What do you think the situation was?"
Meng Yuan shook his head, "I can't tell, I thought that woman was definitely not Sister Yinger. Although they look the same, they are more than ten years apart in age, so they are totally incompatible."
"But then I remembered my experience of being resurrected from the dead. Do you think she was like me, not dead, but resurrected by chance after many years?"
"This is unlikely. It takes ten years, not ten days, or ten months. How can you say that you can be resurrected?"
Shen Qingqing's beautiful eyes moved, and there was a little more meaning in her eyes, "I am more inclined to someone using this matter to pretend to be a ghost."
Meng Yuan breathed out, "I guess my godfather and godmother will go find the girl tomorrow. Let's go together then. We will find out if she is a god or a ghost."
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The next day, the family packed up and rushed to Huaihua Lane together.
When we arrived at the place, the sun had just emerged, and the bright sun illuminated the mulberry tree in front of the door. The mulberry trees in front of the door were all white. When the autumn wind blew, the yellow leaves drifted, and the whole house gave off a desolate and desolate atmosphere.
Shen Qingqing knocked down the tree trunk, with a cold smile on her lips, "Planting mulberry trees in front of the house, this family's taste is really unique."
While they were talking, Fang Zhenshan and Mr. He had already knocked on the door with gifts, and it was the woman who opened the door yesterday.
Sure enough, He couldn't calm down after seeing that face, "Ying'er, it's really Ying'er!"
Those eyes, nose, mouth... She wouldn't believe it if it wasn't Ying'er!
Fang Zhenshan held her arm tightly and comforted her: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious... don't scare people."
Meng Yuan asked Shen Qingqing in a low voice: "How is it?"
Shen Qingqing shook her head, "Her face and aura are so messed up that nothing can be seen."
The woman greeted He and Fang Zhenshan with a slight smile, then raised her eyes to look at Meng Yuan and Shen Qingqing, her eyelashes slightly lowered, covering the hatred in her eyes.
She stepped aside to make way and invited everyone to come in: "You are guests, please come in and sit down."
Several people entered the main room one after another. As soon as they took their seats, Fang Zhenshan couldn't wait to say: "Girl, is your adoptive father here? I have something to ask him."
"Here he is, I'll call him right away." The woman's voice was soft and she was polite from beginning to end, making it impossible to fault anything.
The sound of men and women talking came from the next room, and soon, a man wearing black clothes and black shoes came out.
Shen Qingqing looked at him calmly from head to toe. The man was about fifty years old, with white hair and beard, a Chinese character face, regular facial features, and a sense of righteousness about his body.
But his eyes were not as kind as those of other old people. They seemed to be separated by a layer of clouds, gray and unpredictable.
"Are you here to inquire about my adopted daughter?" The man sat down on an armchair and said straight to the point: "There is no need to inquire, she is not the person you are looking for."
Fang Zhenshan asked him: "Why did Big Brother say this?"
"I picked this girl up near the capital, thousands of miles away from Ningyang County. How could she be the same person?"
"Capital?!" Fang Zhenshan and He looked at each other with shocked expressions, their shadows died in the capital!
Seeing that their expressions were wrong, the man frowned and asked, "Is there something wrong?"
"There's nothing wrong." He covered his racing heart and asked excitedly: "Big brother, can you tell me the details of how you picked her up? Please."
The man leaned back in his chair, half-squinting his eyes and lost in memories: "A year ago, I went to the capital to visit relatives. When I walked to the Chenghuang Temple outside the city, it suddenly started raining heavily. I quickly packed up my things and went into the temple to hide from the rain.
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"She was also there at the time. The weather in late autumn was very cold, so she was wearing a red singlet. Her body was dripping wet, and her hands were swollen from the cold. I thought she was pitiful, so I gave her some food and shelter." This chapter has been completed!