Chapter 361 Time is the best medicine to heal wounds
The yellowed old photos have been slightly rolled up at the edges. It can be seen that Jiang Ruxin has been looking through them frequently over the years.
In the photo, Jiang Ruxin is young and handsome, with a sweet smile. The little boy next to him should be Jiang Shifang when he was a child. He looks about four or five years old, with a tiger-like head and a tiger-like head. He is very cute.
The young woman sitting on the chair is Mrs. Jiang. She is holding a pink and jade-like baby in her arms, with a bright smile, graceful and graceful, just like a lady who stepped out of a Jiangnan scroll.
Wen Sheng held the old photos carefully, her heart felt as if a feather had gently brushed against her, and her eyes were filled with mist.
Before seeing this photo, Wen Sheng actually didn't think much about her biological mother. She was too young when she was lost and couldn't remember many things, but when she saw Mrs. Jiang's appearance, her heart still felt
I was slightly shocked.
No wonder Jiang Ruxin already had a feeling of déjà vu from the first time she saw Wen Sheng.
She is at least 50 or 60% similar to Mrs. Jiang when she was young.
Especially the eyes and overall temperament, it's like they were carved from the same mold.
There was a gentle and gentle smile on Mrs. Jiang's face, which seemed to have a strange power that affected Wen Sheng's heart. She had never considered what it felt like to have blood thicker than water before, until she saw this family photo, her heart was quietly stirring.
It melted silently.
I remember when I was very young, my neighbors always joked that Wen Sheng looked like a porcelain doll carved from pink and jade. She was a beauty, different from her ordinary-looking parents.
At that time, Wen Tingshu always said with a smile that the child was inherited from another generation and followed his grandmother. He was an honest and friendly man, and his neighbors never doubted this statement.
Unexpectedly, it was just a white lie.
Jiang Ruxin carefully noticed the change in Wen Sheng's expression and took the initiative to speak.
"Your mother's name is Xia Wanxi."
"We met when we were studying abroad. After graduation, she followed me back to China, and we got married not long after."
"Your mother is a considerate woman. At that time, my career was on the rise. She devoted herself to being a full-time wife in order to take care of the family."
"Soon we had a son and a daughter. We were supposed to be a happy family with both sons and daughters, but unfortunately -" At this point, Jiang Ruxin's voice choked up again.
Mrs. Jiang's departure was an indelible pain in Jiang Ruxin's heart. Over the years, he rarely mentioned her name in front of others, and even this family photo was carefully hidden.
He was worried that Jiang Shifang would miss people after seeing things, and he was even more worried that what happened back then would cause a psychological burden on him.
So until now, Jiang Shifang's impression of Mrs. Jiang still remains at a very young age. Even though Wen Sheng has been in Jiangzhou for several years, he has seen her many times because of Zhu Qingjia, but he still didn't recognize her.
"Xia Wanxi, a very nice name." The moment Wen Sheng raised his eyes, his eyes were filled with tears. To Jiang Ruxin, he looked exactly like Xia Wanxi when he was young.
My heart was touched again.
"Wanwan left the year after you were lost. When she was dying, she grabbed my hand and begged me not to give up looking for you no matter what." Jiang Ruxin lowered her eyes with a complicated expression.
After so many years, he finally found his biological daughter.
But my beloved wife is no longer alive.
After all, it is difficult to have both in life, but Xia Wanxi can rest in peace until her daughter is found.
Wen Sheng nodded thoughtfully, his chest felt like a ball of wet cotton, with an indescribable feeling.
Looking back now, the only person who really accompanied her on her growth path was Wenting Shu.
In the past, Wen Sheng always doubted herself, thinking that her mother was indifferent to her because she didn't do well enough. Now she realized that she was not his biological mother.
When the two divorced, she would leave without any regrets, not even leaving a single word to Wen Sheng.
Even so, Wen Tingshu never said anything bad about that woman in front of Wen Sheng. What he said most was, Asheng, don't hate your mother, she has her own difficulties.
The air is filled with a touch of sadness.
Every time Mrs. Jiang is mentioned, Jiang Ruxin and his son will be in a low mood.
Seeing this, Zhu Qingjia stepped forward and hugged Wen Sheng's shoulders, changed the subject and said, "Sister Sheng, it is a joyful thing for you to find your biological father and brother. From now on, our family will be well.
Protect you. Whoever dares to bully my Sheng Baoer, I wish Qingjia will be the first to let her go!"
At this moment, Jiang Shifang, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but break the silence, "Jiajia, why are you a girl joining in the fun? It's my responsibility as a brother to protect you."
Don't look at Jiang Shifang's careless appearance. He was taught by Jiang Ruxin how to be a qualified brother since he was a child. When Zhu Qingjia came to the Jiang family with Chen Lanjuan, he naturally shouldered the responsibility of taking care of his sister.
Now that his biological sister has been found, his sense of responsibility will be doubled.
"Jiajia——" Wen Sheng grasped Zhu Qingjia's hand tightly, without saying a thousand words.
If it weren't for Zhu Qingjia's constant companionship over these years, she almost wouldn't be able to survive. Especially when Wen Tingshu left unexpectedly, Zhu Qingjia left everything in Jiangzhou and flew to Yanjing, where she stayed with him for half a month.
She left only when her mood improved.
That year, Zhu Qingjia flew to Yanjing almost every month. She always wanted to make Fazihong Wen Sheng happy and took her everywhere to relax. It was not until a year later that she slowly came out of the shadow of Wentingshu's death.
"Sister Sheng, from now on you are no longer alone. If those coquettish bitches outside dare to bully you, be tough and fight back. The entire Jiang family is your strongest support. Don't forget that there are me and
Jiang Shifang, remember to call us when you fight!" Zhu Qingjia said, her eyes becoming moist involuntarily.
She felt sorry for Wen Sheng's difficulty, and was even more grateful for her kindness and tolerance.
Even after so much happened, the relationship between the two is still as strong as ever, they are like steel sisters.
"If there is something you two can't resolve in the future, let Shifang come forward. He is the brother and has the responsibility to protect his sister." Jiang Ruxin looked at Wen Sheng with doting eyes.
Jiang Ruxin has been having trouble sleeping and eating these past few days.
Until this moment, he still couldn't believe that he had found his biological daughter. He was worried that everything would go back to the way it was before when he woke up from the dream.
Worried that Wen Sheng would be sad, worried that she would not be able to accept her new identity, and even more worried that she would not recognize him as her biological father.
Now it seems that all worries are unnecessary.
Wen Sheng was braver than Jiang Ruxin imagined.
Although she has not changed her name to "Dad" today, Wen Sheng has worked hard to accept the change of her new identity, which has already moved Jiang Ruxin deeply.
I believe time is the best medicine to heal wounds.