She looked around and found two little ones standing next to a fountain. One tall and one short. The taller one must be the elder brother. He looked about four or five years old. The younger one was probably only two or three years old. Two or three years old.
The little boy was crying sadly, while the tall boy patted his back comfortingly.
Although he didn't cry like his younger brother, his face was tense and he looked a little nervous.
Xia Tong thought that she must have lost her parents and was crying like this. She originally wanted to leave, but then she thought about it. If such two beautiful little boys were left on the street, if they encountered bad people, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Thinking of this, she walked over, squatted down, and said with a smile: "Hi, pretty boys!"
Hearing this, the tall boy took a step back while holding his younger brother, looking a little wary: "Who are you?"
He actually speaks Chinese!
Xia Tong was excited. After a closer look, he discovered that the boy with patchwork hair and blue eyes in front of him must be of mixed race. His skin was very white, but it was completely different from the creamy white of Westerners. He had the whiteness and delicateness unique to Easterners.
The little boy's black eyes strengthened Xia Tong's guess. One of their parents should be an Oriental, and most likely a Chinese.
"Hello, I'm Chinese...I'm here to help you. Are you separated from your parents?"
When the big boy heard the word "Chinese", the guard in his eyes softened slightly, "Yes."
As soon as Xia Tong took a step closer, he immediately took a step back. It was obvious that his parents had done a good job in educating him on safety.
Xia Tong stopped approaching, "Did you get lost here?"
He nodded again. The little boy in his arms didn't know how to speak. He just looked at his brother in confusion.
"Since you are lost here, just wait where you are. Auntie will accompany you. I believe your parents will come back to find you soon."
The boy frowned and stared at Xia Tong in front of him with some suspicion, as if he didn't intend to believe her words, so he hugged his brother and prepared to leave.
Xia Tong suddenly became anxious: "Don't walk around. There are so many people on the street, it's easier to get lost."
The boy insisted on having his own way and had no intention of cheating on her. At a young age, he showed a domineering personality.
The little boy in his arms, with his dark eyes open, turned his head to look at Xia Tong curiously from time to time. While Xia Tong was anxious, he had a plan in mind.
She took out the rattle she had just bought from a Chinese jewelry store and started beating it. The crisp and melodious sound of the drum immediately attracted the little boy's attention. He struggled to jump out of his brother's arms.
It’s no wonder that these children who have grown up abroad will naturally find it very interesting if they have never seen such traditional Chinese toys.
The little boy struggled so fiercely that the older boy had to let him go. Xia Tong raised his head and saw a round figure stumbling towards him.
Her round black eyes were glistening as she looked at the rattle in Xia Tong's hand. She was curious and wanted to reach out and touch it, but she didn't dare.
Xia Tong directly took his chubby little hand, pinched the wooden pole of the rattle, then covered the back of his hand with her own palm, and started shaking it.
"Dong dong dong..." The crisp drum sound made the little boy very happy, and a joyful smile appeared on his face.
The child was curious after all. At this time, the older boy also came over, squatted next to Xia Tong, and asked: "What is this?"
"Rattle." Xia Tong raised his head: "Do you want to play?"
He hesitated, a little hesitant, and Xia Tong handed it to him directly: "It's really fun. Auntie also loved playing this when she was little."
Seeing this, the big boy finally lost his guard and held on.
In just ten minutes, the relationship between Xia Tong and the two children changed from the initial wariness to a happy one. Xia Tong didn't know why, but it was as if they were destined to be together, and he liked them very much when he saw them.
At this moment, an anxious voice came over: "Xijin, Xiyang... where are you?"
"……."
"Mommy is here, where are you? If you hear it, just answer Mommy..."
On the streets of such a foreign country, she could hear a Chinese voice, and if she listened carefully to her words, Xia Tong was immediately sure that the speaker was the mother of the two little boys in front of her.
Sure enough, the two little guys who had just been having fun immediately dropped the toys in their hands, turned around and rushed towards a figure behind them: "Mommy!"
The woman picked up the little boy and touched the older boy's face. She cried with joy and said, "My darling, where did you go? You almost scared mommy to death!"
Xia Tong picked up the rattle and stood up, a little curious about the mother who gave birth to such two cute little guys.
But when she raised her head and looked at that face, she suddenly froze in place.
In the vast fields of sunflowers, the girl leaned over the flowers, holding a huge sunflower in her hand, and spoke softly to the boy beside her.
That scene was warm and sweet.
On countless nights, she had been extremely jealous of the girl in the photo. She hated why she was unwilling to let go; why she had to stubbornly kill her sister; why she refused to stand up and compete fairly with her.
But when the face in the photo perfectly overlapped with the face in front of her, Xia Tong suddenly felt dizzy.
Why?! Why do the mothers of the two children in front of me look exactly like Lin Manru in the photo?
Is there really such a coincidence in this world?
If she is really Lin Manru, then who is Su Ruo?
Xia Tong stood there, watching blankly as the woman walked towards him, and blankly as she stretched out her hand to him. Apart from shock, Xia Tong could not find any other words to describe how she felt at the moment.
"I heard from Xijin that it was you who asked them to stand here waiting for me to come back. Thank you very much." She smiled at her, her voice was as soft as hers, like the rippling lake water, light and elegant, making her feel
Ironing is indescribable.
Somehow, for a moment, Xia Tong thought of angels.
"..." After a while, Xia Tong came back to his senses: "You're welcome..."
The moment she clasped her hands, let them go, and left, Xia Tong saw the same mole on her palm.
A mole that Lin Manru has and Su Ruo also has.
After the greetings were completed, she took her son and turned to leave.
Xia Tong looked at her retreating back, and suddenly an impulse surged in her heart. No, she couldn't just let her go like this, she had to figure it out...
Instinctively, Xia Tong felt that she had entered a maze, going round and round, and after many twists and turns, she thought she had finally reached the exit of the truth. Suddenly looking back, she realized that she had always stood at the starting point and had not changed.
Xia Tong rushed forward and took her arm. The woman turned back and looked at her with some confusion.