With such a strange and indifferent look, Mrs. Zheng couldn't help but be stunned no matter how much she thought about her son.
"Qiu'er, don't you remember mother? I am mother, Qiu'er!" Mrs. Zheng cried so hard that her heart was broken, but Zheng Qiugu remained indifferent.
"Madam, go back quickly. This person can't be the young master's." Seeing that many people had gathered around, the eldest maid hurriedly stepped forward to support Mrs. Zheng, and motioned to the two women who were following her to take Mrs. Zheng away.
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"No, I won't leave. This is Qiu'er! I won't leave!" Mrs. Zheng tried hard to get rid of the mother-in-law who was trying to hold her away, but she was too weak and was still carried away like this.
"Let me go, let me go! Where is my Qiu'er? I want to find my Qiu'er!" Mrs. Zheng kept struggling.
The maid almost burst into tears: "Madam, please wake up. It really can't be the young master. You have forgotten that you watched the young master enter the coffin with your own eyes. How could the young master survive?"
In fact, she only came to serve the lady later, but she also heard some old people say that the young master died of a sudden illness, and the master and his wife personally watched the coffin being put in. How could anyone who had been buried be still alive here?
This is simply impossible!
The words of the maid deeply calmed Mrs. Zheng, as if her soul was suddenly taken away, making her give up her struggle. When she was stuffed into the sedan again, she looked like she was out of her mind.
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Yes, her Qiu'er was the coffin that she watched with her own eyes. That small coffin completely blocked their mother and son, making them separate from heaven and earth.
Her Qiu'er died eight years ago. She was put in a coffin and buried. How could she come back to life again?
But that person really looked exactly like her Qiu'er. Although he looked terribly pale, his eyebrows, nose, and lips were all exactly the same as her Qiu'er.
It is said that mother and son are connected by heart. When she saw him, she really felt like her heart was going to be broken.
He is obviously her Qiu'er!
What has actually happened?
When Mrs. Zheng's sedan chair gradually moved away, and the passers-by watching the excitement slowly dispersed, Zheng Qiugu still stared blankly in the direction the sedan chair left, his eyes empty and without any focus.
An Xici and Huangfuyan, who saw this scene from a distance, looked at each other and felt a strange feeling.
Huangfuyan analyzed it from an emotional point of view. For a mother to say so firmly that it was her child, it should be more than just a resemblance. Especially since Mrs. Zheng clearly knew that her son had been dead for eight years, so
How much of a resemblance does it take for her to admit the wrong person in the street?
There was also the beggar, they had been walking here for a while, but the beggar never picked up the coins on the ground, and he didn't even take a bite of the hot buns that the kind aunt handed him.
This didn't look like a normal beggar, or even a hungry person. What's more, even though he was a little far away, Huangfu Yan could still smell the dark and rotten aura on him. This was someone he hadn't seen in a long time.
As a person of light, his breath will be much weaker and colder than that of ordinary people.