"What are you doing with Father Matthew?" Hua Zhengsheng's voice suddenly sounded outside.
Hua Zhengsheng walked in with Father Matthew.
Jiang Yufei stood up and walked to Father Matthew: "Father Matthew, do you still remember that in 19XX, a man and a woman came here to leave a message?"
Father Matthew can also speak Chinese. He was very confused after hearing this: "Why do you ask this? Twenty or thirty years have passed. It's been too long. I'm afraid I can't remember it clearly."
"Come and see this, this is what my parents left behind!"
They walked to the guest book, and Jiang Yufei pointed to the page and said: "This is my mother's font. And this signature, the letter is my father's name, and the month is my mother's name. They were still living in London at that time, so
This must be what they left behind."
Jiang Yufei did not dare to tell her parents’ real names.
Nangong Ruyue's name is probably known to many people.
If word spreads and reaches Nangong Xu's ears, this guestbook may be destroyed.
"Let me think about it." Father Matthew stared at their messages and thought about them carefully.
Ruan Tianling suddenly noticed something was wrong with Hua Zhengsheng's eyes.
He stared blankly at the messages written by Xiao Zexin and Nangong Ruyue, as if he was a little lost.
"Mr. Hua, what's wrong with you?" Ruan Tianling asked.
Hua Chongsheng came back to his senses and said with a smile: "I'm fine. Is this really left by Yu Fei's parents?"
"Yes." Ruan Tianling nodded affirmatively.
Hua Chongsheng stopped talking.
He didn't know why, but when he saw this message just now, he felt excited and a little familiar.
It was as if he had seen this message before.
But he often has this illusion.
Sometimes when he sees something, he will have the illusion of déjà vu.
At the beginning, he would care about it for a while, but as time went by, the feeling became more frequent and he became relieved.
So he didn't take the misunderstanding to heart this time.
But those few lines of poetry were deeply engraved in his heart.
[The mountains have no mausoleums, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunders tremble, the summer rains and snows, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to be with you!]
What kind of infatuated and fierce woman would boldly use this poem to express her love?
Is that woman really Jiang Yufei's mother?
Hua Chongsheng suddenly became interested in Jiang Yufei's mother.
He should meet such a woman.
"Father Matthew, have you remembered?" Jiang Yufei asked nervously and expectantly.
Father Matthew said uncertainly: "I remember that a man and a woman came to my place that year. They both had oriental faces and were very young.
Yes, I remembered! They came at night, and it was raining heavily. They knocked on the door and said they wanted to pray.
I let them come in, and after they finished praying, I took out the donation box and hoped that they could donate some money. I was raising money for a disabled orphanage.
They were very generous at the time and gave away all the money they had, probably several thousand pounds.
In order to thank them, I took them to the library and asked them to leave messages on it.
It has been more than 20 years, almost 30 years, since this incident happened. I would have almost forgotten it if you didn’t mention it.
Child, are they really your parents?"
Jiang Yufei nodded firmly: "Yes, they are my parents!"
"Where are they now? Are they still alive?"
Jiang Yufei shook her head: "My mother is still fine, but my father had an accident and has not been found until now."