South Wind knows what I mean.
Nan Feng knows what I mean.
Red and Green: True love doesn’t end
I haven’t had a parent since I was little.
Later, everyone said I looked like my roommate.
Until one day, her rich dad and the best mom told me…
I’m the daughter they left behind.
One.
On the first day of the university, I was told that I and Linga Moon looked very similar.
“As for you and Zazuki, you and you look alike, and what you do not know thinks you are sisters.” I’m sorry.
“How can she be a sister? How can she be compared to her poor face? I’m sorry.
I’m talking to my two roommates, who are staring at me and laughing.
The Linga Moon in their mouths sits in a chair with a beautiful Eris on the table, full of brand names and a typical rich generation.
I looked down on my white T-shirt and jeans, simple but not so poor.
It’s funny I didn’t talk to them.
“Come, a present for you. I’m sorry.
Linga Moon picked three Chanel lipsticks from the table and handed them to us.
Two roommates were busy pasting and smiling in front of Linga Moon.
I didn’t answer it, I said it was a gift, but her pompous tone made me feel more like giving what she didn’t want.
“Hope, take it and see you don’t use such good lipstick. I’m sorry.
Linga Moon put lipstick in my hand and smiled symbolically at me, took me up and down and turned around.
But when I saw her turn her head, I gently flipped a blind eye.
She smiled at me, just to give me a face.
Like her rich white daughter, I know she despises me.
It would even feel like it’s a bad thing to look like people like me who are sorely poor.
Two.
Rinja Moon is a typical daughter-in-law, with a rich father and a top singer’s mother, who’s very rich, and he’s always got his luxuries.
Looks so perfect for her, actually, she sings badly.
Who would have thought that the daughter born of the top star had no voice?
Linga Moon never sings in front of us, but one day I overheard her humming.
I’ve had a strong rhythm since I was a kid, and I can hum it out when I hear a song just once, and it’s probably what everybody says.
So Linga Moon was just humming, and I heard her run, even a very serious run.
It’s not a mistake to run, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, but I know that Linga Moon is particularly interested in that, so to speak, it’s her inner line of defence.
Why am I so sure, because I’m the person she despises and broke her line.
I took part in the college singing competition and won a first-class prize, and Linga started getting sour.
“What’s there to show for a singing contest? My mom’s a star. I haven’t heard anything. I’ve got a lot of singing friends. I’m sorry.
“What’s the point of singing? I’m sorry.
“A thousand dollars, not enough for a lunch. I’m sorry.
From the moment I entered the dormitory with a trophy, Linga moon slanted me, sarcasm and ridiculed her face, with contempt and contempt for me.
It’s a $1,000 bonus for an ordinary singing competition, and to be honest, there’s nothing to be sore about for a lady.
But I know she’s just upset.
She’s so mean that I sing so well.
I saw in her eyes a girl who was so poor and sour that I could pierce her weakness.
Because of my good voice, she’s far away.
She kept lecturing me in her mouth, but she couldn’t help looking at the trophies on the table.
I know, she’s jealous and upset.
Why didn’t you have a good voice?
For her, the prize of $1,000 might not even be able to pay for lunch, but for me it could improve the daily life of the family.
I was raised by my grandmother, and I didn’t have a father or a mother, and I had a hard day, but Grandma loved me, and everything that tasted was on me.
That’s a thousand dollars enough for me to buy Grandma a lot of what she likes.
3
On Sunday, there was some noise under the dormitory.
In a festive spirit, my roommate and I went to the balcony to watch, and there was a black car downstairs that looked expensive.
“Whoa! It’s Song Yi! I’m sorry.
“Oh, my God, I saw the living! I’m sorry.
“Linga Moon is so happy. I’m sorry.
Many students standing around the black car were screaming with excitement.
The mother of Linga Moon, once the star of all the country, is the son of Song Zhong, who is still the best of the generation.
I don’t like Linga Moon, but her mother has been my idol since I was 10.
I love to sing, so I want to be on the stage with a microphone and expect a light to hit me.
“Whoa! Kazuki’s mom is here. We’re going downstairs. I’m sorry.
The two roommates looked at the scenes below and ran down with their shoes.
And I can’t help but feel the excitement that I’m having in front of myself.
The more excited I was, the faster I ran down the stairs.
I’ve been standing a lot of people downstairs, and I’ve been squeezing my ass to the point where I can see Song Zhen, and I’ve felt a little bit of a star chase.
Song Qing was sitting in the driver’s room after 40 years of age, but she was still chording, with dark hair scattered on her shoulders, with light makeup and the charm of nature.
For the first time, I have looked at my idol so close, and the joy and excitement of my heart cannot be described in words.
The roommate who was next to called out to the car “Gay Moon” and caught Song’s attention.
She looked at us and I looked right at her.
For some reason, it made me feel strangely familiar with the moment of sight.
That is the same eye, and I noticed that Song Zhen, who had just calmed down, had a moment of shock on his face and then disappeared and covered it up with a smile.
When Song Zheng saw us, he turned and said a few words to Ringa Moon, who was sitting in the co-pilot.
Linga Moon got out of the car a bit reluctantly, came towards us, and said with pride:
“My mother said to treat you to dinner. I’m sorry.
“Whoa! Really?”
The other two roommates heard that the moment was full of joy.
I can’t even dream of eating with idols.
Linga Moon invited us to the car. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s the first time I’ve been in such a fancy car.
I sat in the back of the window, staring at Song Zhen, and for a second, I was a little envious of the moon.
Not that she has money, but that she has a mother.
I haven’t seen my mom since I was a kid.
4
Song Chang took us to a private restaurant.
“You’re all Kazuki’s roommates. She’s usually a little temperamental, and she’s asking for more. I’m sorry.
She smiled softly at us and threw her hand in the air with grace and charm.
I didn’t think Song Zheng was so easy to come by, so easy to go with.
Me and the other two roommates were embarrassed to laugh.
What’s your name? I’m sorry.
“Aah? Am I?”
I think Song is asking me, but I’m not sure.
“She’s called “Hope.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t ask for an answer. Leng-Moon spoke for me first.
“You and Kazuki look like sisters and roommates, it’s fate to say. I’m sorry.
Song Zheng’s voice is very good. It’s the best singer of the hour.
“It’s quite a coincidence, indeed. I’m sorry.
I don’t know how to take Song Yi’s words, but follow her words.
“What do you have against eating? I’m sorry.
Song Zheng asked us with the menu.
Two other roommates shook their heads, saying no.
“I’m allergic to peanuts, that’s what I’m afraid of. I’m sorry.
I bit my lips, and I was a little embarrassed, but I did.
“You’re allergic to peanuts? I’m sorry.
Linga Moon heard me and looked at me with a little shock.
I’m kind of wondering why Linga Moon used the word “ya.”
“I’m allergic to peanuts too. I’m sorry.
Song Zheng patiently explained to me.
So Song is allergic to peanuts.
“I started breathing hard when I was little, and I accidentally ate peanuts and almost lost my life. I’m sorry.
Probably talking about peanut allergies. I couldn’t help but say a few words.
But suddenly Song’s eyes faded, as if they were thinking about something, which was a little confusing.
“Well, then don’t put peanuts on all the dishes. We’re not interested in your childhood. I’m sorry.
Linga’s impatiently interrupted me.
I realized that I might have said too much and that I would be offended to shut my mouth.
“How old are you? I’m sorry.
Song Qing asked me.
“I am 20 years old this year. I’m sorry.
I stopped the chopstick answer.
“Same as Kazuki’s age. I’m sorry.
“Hmm-hmm, yes. I’m sorry.
I nodded.
“What’s wrong with her age? I’m sorry.
The Linga moon took Song Zheng’s hand with it.
Oh, shit, I’m so embarrassed.
After dinner, Song Qing sent us back to school.
“Come to the house sometime. Auntie likes you guys. I’m sorry.
Song Qing spoke to us all, but felt she was staring at me.
I’m a little embarrassed to be staring at, shy to my head.
5
Because of early classes the next day, Linga Moon went back to the dorm with us.
When I got into the dorm, she started to freak me out.
“My mom didn’t look a bit like you until she noticed you. I’m sorry.
“I can’t believe you’re still cozy and allergic to peanuts. I’m sorry.
I don’t understand why Linga Moon choked on me. I don’t know how much I’ve offended her.
I wanted to go back, but I thought her mother was so nice, invited us to dinner and invited us to her house.
The anger that just hit my head was still crushed by me.
I went to the balcony to wash my face, and I got a call from the hospital.
“What? Okay, I’ll be right there. I’m sorry.
On the phone, the nurse said that my grandmother had suddenly fainted on the road and was fortunate to have been taken to hospital by a kind person who had been rescued and the situation had stabilized.
When I heard something happened to Grandma, my heart was pounding and beating.
I left the dormitory in a hurry and arrived at the hospital, but I didn’t expect to see Song Zhen again.
Turns out the nice guy who brought Grandma to the hospital was her.
She was sitting in the hospital bench, wearing sunglasses and masks, and she was certainly not recognized as a star.
But an hour ago, we had dinner together, so I recognized it at once just by wearing clothes.
Song Zheng also noticed me.
“You’re Kazuki’s roommate? I’m sorry.
“Yes aunty, my name is Happiness. I’m sorry.
I’m standing in front of Song Xian, introducing myself again.
“I have the impression that the roommate who looks a little bit like Garrett. I’m sorry.
When Song Qi said so, “I do not know why it is empty in my heart, it seems that I did not draw her’s attention until I touched the light of the moon.”
I’m looking forward to what I’m just her daughter’s roommate.
“I just heard from the nurse that you brought my grandmother to the hospital? I’m sorry.
“That’s your grandmother? I’m sorry.
I nod my head.
“After sending you back to school, I drove home, waiting for the red and green light, and suddenly the old man fainted on the zebra line. It was close to the hospital, and I rushed over. I’m sorry.
Listening to Song Qing’s statement, I think I understand.
Aunt Song, thank you so much. Grandma’s too old to go too far to go to college. I’m worried if she’s left alone. I’m sorry.
I was unconscious to hold her hand to thank her, and I thought it was too abrupt to say thank you.
“Don’t be so polite, since you’re in the hospital, take good care of Grandma, and there’s plenty of people in the hospital, I’ll go first. I’m sorry.
Song Zhen pushed his sunglasses, pulled his hair down, and a faint bouquet came to my table, mixed with the smell of disinfectant water in the hospital and threw it on my face.
“Then be careful on your way. I’m sorry.
I watched Song Zhen leave behind, and with light in the hospital corridor, I embedded her with an upper layer of lumber, creating a familiar illusion.
“Are you the family of the patient? I’m sorry.
The nurse came up to me and asked me to slow down.
“Yes, I’m her granddaughter. Can I see my grandmother now? I’m sorry.
I can’t help thinking about Grandma.
“Where are your parents? I’m sorry.
“I… I don’t have a mother and a father. Grandma’s just a family. I’m sorry.
I’ve been holding hands, I’ve hesitated, and I’ve answered the nurse’s question.
“Oh, good. Are you a grown-up? I’m sorry.
The nurse got it right away, no more questions.
I nodded my head: “Age.” I’m sorry.
“Go to the doctor’s office and tell you more about your grandmother. I’m sorry.
I heard the nurse say that, and the way she looked at me with compassion, my heart twitched.
“When your grandmother was brought to the hospital, we gave her a routine blood test, and found that some of the indicators were abnormal, and there was a decrease in red cells and haemoglobins, a decrease in white cells and slabs, and a higher-than-normal antigen cancer. I’m sorry.
I’ve been listening to the doctor’s professional terms, and I’m getting bigger.
The doctor may not understand me, but he said to me:
“There is an unusual risk of stomach cancer in these indicators, and before you came, we examined the patient further, and the result was, mid-to-late stomach cancer. I’m sorry.
The sound of my head’s buzzing, it burst.
Stomach cancer.
“A stomach cancer?”
I can’t believe I can hear you. I can’t believe I’m looking at the doctor.
“Don’t worry too much. Patients in the middle and late stages, after or before surgery, receive chemotherapy, can significantly improve the condition of the tumor. I’m sorry.
The doctor took Grandma’s report card, explained the anomaly of the indicators, showed me the results of the examination, and the doctor comforted me that he told me that the chemotherapy could be improved.
“That’ll fix it, right? I’m sorry.
“The cost of treatment, pre-surgery examinations, chemotherapy, surgery and hospitalization costs, at least 890,000. I’m sorry.
$89,000?
I don’t know how I got out of the doctor’s office, but anyway, the doctor said to me that it would cost me a little more money in advance.
Money? How much can I give you?
I even went to college and applied for a student loan.
The cost of living, I earn part-time work.
I’ve got a big net in my head, and the more I get, the more I get to my heart.
Six.
I don’t know how I walked into Grandma’s ward.
The sound of the respirator makes the quieter room more and more silent, and Grandma lays down thinly. On the couch, pale, without blood.
I was crouching by the bed, holding Grandma’s hand, cold and cold.
I can only feel my throat strangling at this moment, and my lips swung, and my eyes filled with tears as if they were the end of a flood.
I can’t cry, I can’t wake Grandma.
I’ve been living with my grandmother since I was a kid, and I’ve had a hard time, no parents, no relatives, and now I can’t even borrow money.
Helpless despair in this moment, engulfing me.
Where do I get so much money?
I thought of my roommate, Linga Moon, when I was helpless.
The other two roommates are just regular families, and they can’t borrow money for me, but Lincai Moon is rich.
Although I don’t like Linga Moon very much, it seems now that she’s the only one who can help me.
I struggled and suffered, but I needed money and put down my so-called self-esteem.
“Hello? Carnival. I’m sorry.
I walked out of the room and stood at the entrance and called her.
“What?”
The sound of her crumbs came out of the phone.
“It’s me can I lend you some money? I’m sorry.
I have a heavy face and it’s really hard to talk about borrowing money.
“You misdirected the marketing organization. I’m sorry.
Rinja Moon raised her volume, with curiosity and doubt.
“No, it’s my family who’s sick and may need some money. I’m sorry.
I’ve got a breath in my chest and patience to explain it to her.
I saw the phone records.
“Wish, did you sign up for this singer contest at the school? I’m sorry.
She suddenly asked me.
“Aah?”
I didn’t react. Why did Rinja Moon suddenly mention it? Does it matter to me that I asked her to borrow money?
“Yeah, I signed up. I’m sorry.
The last time I won the first prize for the college singing competition, I was moved by the fact that the school had a bigger singer contest.
“Let’s talk about something. I’m sorry.
The voice of Linga Moon suddenly got smaller.
“What is it?”
“You’re out of the game and sing for me behind the scenes. I’m sorry.
She’s on the sound.
“Aah?”
What is she? Want me to help her go to the singer’s contest and fake her?
“200,000, you promise, I’ll transfer you the money right away. I’m sorry.
Two hundred thousand!
“Well, I promise. I’m sorry.
There’s hardly any hesitation, and at this point, I can’t afford to go to some singer contest.
As long as you have money, Grandma can have surgery.
Two hundred thousand will make it work.
The phone was hung up and Linga Moon sent me a text message to send her the bank card number.
In less than five minutes, I got a check-in reminder for $200,000.
I can’t help but regret that rich people are so good.
The doctor was consulted on Grandma ‘ s treatment programme, and it was planned to remove small stoves from chemotherapy before performing the operation.
“Grandma, you’re awake. I’m sorry.
When I pushed the door into the room, Grandma woke up and I sat with her.
“You take care of me at the hospital, you’ll be late for class. I’m sorry.
Grandma’s eyes were a little stale, and her eyes were dented, and she felt much thinner.
“No delay, not lately. I’m sorry.
I was sore in my heart, comforting Grandma, so she wouldn’t worry.
“My own body, I know, don’t spend too much money on me to live here every day. I’m sorry.
Grandma’s worried about the money.
“It’s not going to cost much, it’s going to pay off, and I’ve made a lot of money on a part-time basis, don’t worry. I’m sorry.
I held her hand and held her tight.
Now I’m rich, I’m afraid of nothing.
7
In accordance with the request of Linga Moon, I withdrew from the singer’s contest.
This Friday’s the game. All I have to do is pick up the microphone behind the stage and sing for her.
Ringa Moon is on stage, with a microphone that doesn’t have a voice.
“You’re not afraid to be found doing this? I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help but ask her while there was only me and Lingamoon in the bedroom.
“It’s not something you’re worried about. I’ve done it. You just have to sing in the back of the stage. I’m sorry.
Linga Moon held his hand around his chest and ignored me.
At that moment, I felt like a tool.
Get the money to help the tools.
Actually, I don’t understand why she did it.
Because it was just a school-organized singer contest, she did not have to risk participating.
But I didn’t ask her. Maybe she had her choice.
Friday’s election went well, with my voice, and helped her through, into 50 strong.
It’s not only that I look like Ringa Moon, it’s like a voice, so there’s no doubt about fake singing.
She stood on a shining stage and received the affections and praises of her listeners.
I’m hiding behind the curtain in the dark corner, and no one’s cheering.
Linga Moon was very happy, and with my voice, she reaped the pleasure of many of her classmates.
On the white wall of the school, there are lots of posts about the Linga Moon singing, all of which are a compliment.
“Wow, it’s the daughter of a singer. I’m sorry.
“I love love! Sister, I like it! I’m sorry.
“I bet Ringa Moon will win the game. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I looked at those comments, and I had a little pain in my heart, and then I groaned and laughed.
I was in a bit of trouble at school, and I went to the hospital with a little laundry.
I hired a nurse. When I wasn’t in the hospital, the union took care of Grandma.
“Oh, there you are.”
It feels like Grandma’s looking a lot better lately, and she’s even stronger.
“Grandma, I bought rice congee and the doctor said I could drink it. I’m sorry.
“Put it down. Grandma will drink later. I want to tell you something. I’m sorry.
Grandma put out her hand and beat the bed and suggested I sit next to her.
“Hey good. I’m sorry.
Grandma held my hand and touched my back.
“And Grandma wants to tell you something, don’t be frightened. I’m sorry.
I held on, and mechanically noded at Grandma.
“In fact, you were the one Grandma found 16 years ago. I’m sorry.
When Grandma said that, she looked at me with tender and kind eyes.
I’m not shocked, I’m sorry, because I knew it.
At home, I couldn’t find anything about my mom and dad, and in junior high, I accidentally heard them talking in the mouth of the neighbors.
I was picked up by Grandma.
“Look at your reaction, you should have guessed. You’re a smart kid. I’m sorry.
Grandma smiled and held my hand increased some strength.
“Thank you, Grandma. I’m sorry.
I didn’t know what to say and said such a kind words.
“Have you seen my jacket? There’s a little wallet in my pocket. I’m sorry.
Following Grandma’s eyes, I saw Grandma’s coat in the chair next to it, and I took it out.
“Grandma, here.
It’s a wallet, but it’s just a bag of old people’s rags.
“It’s a silver necklace. Grandma put it on for you. I’m sorry.
Grandma took out a red necklace from her wallet and was going to tie it to my neck.
I was so busy saying no, I was worried about something valuable.
“Don’t say no, it’s yours. When I picked you up, you were wearing this necklace on your neck, and the day I went out, I was trying to reset you with a red rope, and when I was ready to go home, who knew it would faint on the way. I’m sorry.
Grandma grabbed my shoulder and tied my necklace.
I’m touching the cold, cold silver bean with my hands, the little one, the special style.
“You’re too old to try to find your real parents. I’m sorry.
“When you’re well, you go with me. I’m sorry.
I don’t want to think about anything else right now. I just want Grandma to get better.
“Oh, you told Grandma you were going to the school singer contest. What do you say? We sing so well. We’ll win a prize, right? I’m sorry.
Grandma looked at me and looked bright in her eyes and waited for my answer.
In the past, I was happy to tell Grandma I was going to the school singer contest, but I didn’t think she was thinking about it.
“Yeah, it’s good. I’m sorry.
I’m a little low in the head, I feel like I’ve thrown a bottle over my head, and I feel guilty, and I can’t look Grandma in the eye.
“No matter what happens in the final game, I’m the best. I’m sorry.
Grandma touched my hair and pulled out a smile to encourage me.
And I’m nodding.
“Bed patient number two, take a blood pressure. I’m sorry.
The nurse who walked in with the blood pressurer broke my conversation with Grandma and pulled me out of guilt.
As long as Grandma’s condition stabilizes, the operation goes smoothly.
As for the rest, I don’t want to think about it.
Singing for people or looking for my so-called biological parents.
8
50 for 30, 30 for 15.
Ringa was satisfied with the result, and she even called another 20,000 to my bank, Kari.
“Wonderful, I can’t tell. You’re good. I’m sorry.
“Keep going, don’t tell anyone about it. I’m sorry.
After all, you must have spent all the money I gave you. It’s too late for you to repent. I’m sorry.
And she drew me in my ear, and warned me softly.
“Don’t worry. I’m sorry.
I leaned on my head and stood up to her and tried to be a little more proud of myself.
But the reality is that my self-esteem has been trampled down on my feet since the moment I promised Ringa Moon.
The finals of this singer’s competition have begun to heat up on the school platforms.
There are posters all over the campus, and every time I look at them, I feel ironic.
I was supposed to be on the stage where the magnesium lights shined, and I was supposed to be the one who received the praise.
But there’s nothing to regret, and I’d rather Grandma than sing on the stage.
It’s only the finals. Once the finals are over, the trade between me and Linga Moon is over.
But when I saw the poster, it said that the finals judges had Song Zhen, it turned out to be a red eye.
Why does the jury have Song Qi?
Anyone can be a judge, except Song Zhen.
But that’s what I can decide. I just can’t get mad.
According to the students, Song Zheng was promised to be a judge because of Linga Moon’s participation in the competition.
In front of his own idol, he faked for others or for her daughter.
As a singer, for money, do things that have no bottom line.
I’m so ashamed, but I can’t.
I can’t help thinking about the finals.
Get out of here and let your head go.
I was waiting for a bus at the school. The bus was still here. A black car parked in front of me.
“Do you want to go to the hospital?”
Turns out it was Linga Moon, who sat on the side-drive and rolled out the window and said hi. She knew I would go to the hospital when I was not in the bedroom.
I noded my head. I thought I’d see who was driving.
It was Lin Jian, the father of Lingamoon, who I recognized as the founder of the local lead company Lin Group, who I often saw on my phone.
“Get in the car. I’m on my way home. I’m sorry.
She even waved to invite me to the car, and there were a lot of students waiting at the bus station who were curiously looking at us.
I’m a little embarrassed by them, and I can’t refuse to accept Linga’s kindness.
I sat in the back, watching the forest as I had last watched Song Zhen.
From online information about forest construction, it’s clear that he’s 48 years old, but doesn’t look like him.
He’s got a good body. He’s got a big, big shoulder. He’s got a great sense of security.
And the Song, the one whose wind is still smitten, is a mate of envy.
Moreover, it can be seen that the parents of Linga Moon are very fond of her, even the company chief, and even the top singer, will come to pick up her daughter.
I’m envious again of her parents.
There was an accident in the 20 minutes from school to the hospital.
I only heard a bang, and the car we were driving was hit hard.
It’s like a tail chase, and the back car comes in a little fast, so it’s like it’s really hard.
Good thing we’re all wearing our seatbelts. Nothing happened.
“Aah!”
I couldn’t help but breathe a cold breath and get dizzy.
“Are you two okay?”
The forest has turned its head and asked Lingerang and me.
I shake my head, but I feel like Linga Moon is scared.
Lin Jian got out of the car to check on the situation, called an ambulance and calmly said to both of us:
“You two go to the hospital and check and see if you hit anything. I called Garrett’s mom. I’ll get her to handle it right away. I’m sorry.
It is a man of great importance who is in danger.
Who would have thought I’d end up in an ambulance.
When Lingerian and I arrived at the hospital, Song Qiang arrived.
She saw me and I were scared and worried.
“Mom. I’m sorry.
“All right? Baby. I’m sorry.
Song Zheng extended his hand to Linga Moon.
“I’m scared to death. I’m sorry.
Linga Moon has a cry-out and tears in her eyes.
“I’ll get you a full body check. I’m sorry.
Song Jing was soothing to the Ringa Moon that I stood alone with them, with my hands in my hands.
“You know, you should do a whole body check. I’m sorry.
Song Zheng looked at me, and his eyes were thicker.
” Aunt, I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m sorry.
I even waved, and I felt like I was okay, just a little scared.
“Let’s go with Yoshiki, in case of an internal injury, what shall I tell your family? I’m sorry.
Song Qiang let go of his hands and walked up and put his hands on my shoulder and looked at me softly.
See, I can’t beat her, but I’ll nod.
The results of the whole body check-up were quickly released under Song Zhen’s arrangement, and fortunately neither I nor Ringa Moon were in any trouble.
I’m relieved.
Song Zheng has arranged for us to have a VIP ward, so we can take a break.
“It’s a good thing it’s not a problem, it’s the finals of the school in two days, and I’ve worked so hard for so long. I’m sorry.
Ling Jia-Mo watched Song Zhen go into the ward and go ahead and hold her in her arms.
Song Zheng didn’t say a word but took a glimpse of me in the back of Linga Moon.
“I’m so sorry to let you suffer. I’m sorry.
“You’re too kind. It’s no big deal. I’ve got to go. I’m sorry.
I looked at Song Zhen, who wanted to stop, took my belongings and left.
Being with their close mother and daughter makes me feel worse.
9
After coming out of the VIP ward, I went to Grandma’s room.
Grandma’s sleeping, and the sudden fatigue makes me want to rest, too, probably too tired.
I moved the chair to the bed, lying on Grandma’s side.
“Ooh. I’m sorry.
It’s like I heard Grandma calling me, and I’m lost and I see it’s dark.
I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep, and Grandma looks at me side by side, and one hand on my head.
In the meantime, Grandma began to undergo chemotherapy, but I haven’t seen Grandma in a few days, and she feels so thin.
I can’t help it.
“Grandma, I’m here. I’m sorry.
I held her hand and swallowed it up.
“Don’t worry about me, Grandma’s fine. I’m sorry.
Grandma’s pale face is a smile, and her voice is small, as if she’s exhausted.
It’s time for Grandma to comfort me and let me not worry about her.
The nose can’t resist sourness and the eyes are damp.
“Hey, how’s your game going? There’s no video. Grandma wants to see your song. I’m sorry.
Grandma’s been thinking about it.
“Well, I’ll have my friend take a video and show it to you. I’m sorry.
I covered my heart with my own lies, dressed up to respond calmly to Grandma.
“No matter what happens, it’s the best of me, you’ve been singing since you were a kid, and you have to stick to it. Grandma wants you to sing on the big stage one day. I’m sorry.
It was probably the cause of the excessive pain of chemotherapy, and Grandma seemed rather weak, relying on her bed, and her discomfort suit seemed more thinner.
The air around me is as solid as it is, and I can’t breathe.
“Yes, I will. When you’re ready, you’ll have to sit in the middle of the audience and see me on the stage. I’m sorry.
I know it’s all the same, but I’m still laughing at Grandma and waiting with her.
Grandma tried so hard to make a smile at me.
Hospital night, so hard.
I pray that Grandma will be well.
10
The finals of the singers’ competition will soon be over.
Linga Moon today wore a low-key, but noble, champagne-coloured dress, which made her look like she had a nice body, a fine pearl necklace in her neck, and was gentle and gentle.
I’m staring at her. I can barely move my eyes. It’s beautiful.
Today she’ll be fine. I just have to hide in the dark.
I looked down, looked at the clothes I was wearing today and washed a little deformed T-shirt and white jeans.
But that doesn’t affect me standing behind the scenes.
“Take it easy, take it easy. If you help me get first today, I’ll give you tens of thousands more. I’m sorry.
She believed in me more than I did.
“No, it’s $200,000. I’m worried. I’m sorry.
I pulled a smile out of her.
Rincarnator appreciates her nails, and I don’t know if she’s listening to me.
She declared that I was her make-up artist and helped her with her clothes and costumes so that I could follow her to the backstage of the game.
From the side of the stage, I saw Song Zhen sitting on the jury.
She was wearing a simple, one-word black skirt, a cape curly hair, a slightly elevated red lips, and the whole person looked low and expensive.
“Don’t look. I’ll be right there. Take it easy. I’m sorry.
Linga Moon pulled me back from the background, shoved the microphone into my hand and looked at me with determination.
I nod my head and turn around to the corner behind the stage.
A song for three minutes ends faster than I thought.
That’s it?
Ringa’s moon stepped off the stage and found me in haste, and could not see joy in her face, but rather a disguised panic and rush.
“What’s wrong?”
I was wondering if I was just singing wrong.
Let’s go. I’m sorry.
Her voice was shaking and she pulled me to the back of the game.
I couldn’t figure it out. It was full of questions.
The exit door had just been opened, and the Ringa moon stopped in haste, and I stopped with her.
Song Qing, show up before us.
“Linga Moon, what’s your hurry? I’m sorry.
Song’s face was dark, his face was cold and he asked me to hold my Linga Moon.
“I… I.”
The Linga moon let go of my hand, and I couldn’t say anything, and I kept my head down from Song’s eyes.
Oh, shit. Look at this. It’s a fake.
I’ve been a part of this, too.
Song Zheng held me by one hand, and Rin Zhou by one hand took us to her judges’ lounge.
Right now, the room is just the three of us.
“Linga Moon, you think you’re a perfect actor? I’m sorry.
“When you speak, I know you’re faking!” I’m sorry.
“The others don’t see it. Can’t I see it? I’m sorry.
“You’re embarrassing me! I’m sorry.
Song’s face is so bad that he’s holding his fist and holding on to his anger, and he’s scrambling at Linga Moon.
Ringa Moon is afraid to squeak and his shoulder is shivering like wept.
I’m scared of this scene and I can’t move.
“Do you want to stand behind the stage and sing for others?” I’m sorry.
Song Zheng eased his emotions and didn’t get mad at me, but the tone was still serious.
“I… I.”
I’m just like Linga Moon. I’m afraid to whisper.
At this moment, I feel ashamed, in front of my idol, to be stripped and questioned.
“Linga Moon, you go out first, I’ll tell the judges that you’re leaving the game voluntarily, your grades are canceled, and you and I will be saved. I’m sorry.
Song Qian, calm down and signal me that you go out first.
I don’t understand why Song Zheng wanted me to stay with her.
I’m worried about it again, and my hands are starting to sweat.
“Ooh!” I’m sorry.
The door was closed by Linga Moon.
” Aunt Song, I’m really sorry about the game. I know it’s against the rules, but… I’m sorry.
I’m not sure if I’m going to tell the truth, but I’ve got $200,000 for the month.
“Now I don’t want to talk to you about the game. I’m sorry.
“Aah?”
What about me instead of the game?
I can’t help but wonder about Song Yi.
“I ask you, where did you get that silver beam on your neck?” I’m sorry.
Song Zheng looked at the necklace around my neck and his mouth was shaking.
“The necklace? Grandma says I’ve had this chain since I was a kid. I’m sorry.
I touched the silver bean on my neck and explained it to Song.
“Do you know your grandmother? I’m sorry.
Song Zhong’s voice is shaking and his eyes are red.
Why would she ask?
“Why do you ask? I’m sorry.
I frown and suddenly ask people that question, I think it’s a little offensive.
It’s like, “Are you from your parents?”
“Aware, the next thing I have to tell you, you may find it hard to believe, but it’s true and undeniable. I’m sorry.
Song Zheng seemed like he had a lot of courage to say this to me.
I watched Song Zheng pull a piece of paper out of the bag, complex and shaking his hands.
She handed me that piece of paper, and I was confused about it. It was a hospital test report.
I’m confused to see her.
Song Zheng pointed to the bottom right corner of the report, and I looked at her finger.
The probability of filiation is 99.99998769%. I’m sorry.
I’m getting less and less aware of what Song is doing.
“Why are you showing me this? Whose is this? I’m sorry.
I’m a little confused at this moment and I’m looking at her with my lost eyes.
“This is me and you. I’m sorry.
With Song’s mute voice, my head was “beeping” and my body was like an electrocution.
Me and her? 99.99%?
I kept my mouth open, and I tried to say something, but my throat was strangling, like someone choked me and couldn’t breathe.
“You’re my daughter. I’m sorry.
Song Qiang stood by me, shivering his hands up, trying to hold my hand, and I took a step back.
I’ve got one hand with the results, one hand over my chest and I can’t believe I’m staring at this woman.
She said I was her daughter?
Are you kidding me?
“Beware, the silver bead on your neck is a first-year-old gift from your mother. I made it for you. It’s unique. I can’t be mistaken.” I’m sorry.
Song Zheng’s eyes were filled with tears, and she grabbed my already cold hand and looked forward to my response.
But I didn’t make sure she had that unique necklace in her mouth, and I didn’t answer her.
Just staring at the paper: the probability of filiation is 99.99998769%.
“I didn’t ask you to go to a full-body examination with Linga Moon that day, and I went behind your back and asked the doctor to give you an extra test with my son. I’m sorry.
“I know, you must think it’s weird. Why would I suddenly want to do this with you? I’m sorry.
Song Qing was almost crying, her jaw shivering, her breath strangling and her crying.
I gnawed at my lower lip with tears, my hands shivering and dizziness.
“What? I’m sorry.
The lounge door was suddenly opened and Song Zheng and I turned around.
It’s Lingamoon, who’s been crying for a long time, with the same look on her face as I am, as shocking and incredible.
One time, three men, stand still.
I threw Song Zhen away my hand, dropped the forensic report, and ran out.
The sooner I walked, the sooner I ran, the more tears I could see in my eyes, the more one fell down, and the more the tears ran over my face.
I don’t want to look back.
It’s the night, and it’s dark out there, and it makes me more breathless.
I miss Grandma.
It takes 10 minutes to walk from the art gallery to the entrance to the school.
For the last ten minutes, all I think is: Why? Why?
Why would my biological parents be them?
Then why did they abandon me when they were little?
Why are we meeting in this way?
I don’t understand, I don’t understand.
My heart is filled with sour and bitterness, and I have tried hard to contain the pain inside, to control my emotions and to breathe so as to ease the suffocation.
I stopped a taxi at the school entrance and headed for the hospital.
The school’s drive to the hospital was about 20 minutes, and in this long 20 minutes, I received the second news that I was crashing tonight.
Eleven.
I got a call from the hospital saying Grandma’s dead.
I cried out to the driver, “Sir, hurry up! Hurry up!”
I sit in a car and I look like I’ve been scratched.
No strength to cry, my tears have fallen.
When I got off at the hospital, I almost fell.
I ran to the rescue room, and my mouth mumbling:
It’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay.
I was crouching in front of the rescue room and I was breathing too fast to smell blood in my throat.
The door in the rescue room was opened and Grandma’s attending came out.
I looked at him, he looked at me and shook his head.
Beep! I’m sorry.
It’s like someone squeezed in my ear, like a needle stabbing, and the heart stopped.
I stood in place as wood, staring in my eyes at the doctors and patients who were in a hurry.
My brain has lost its ability to direct its own actions.
The nurse told me I could see Grandma one last time.
I go in, breathe, breathe and face death.
Why didn’t God hear my prayers and why did he take my grandmother?
I didn’t dare to pull the white cloth on my grandmother, just hold her hand and hold it tight. I wanted to pass the temperature on my hand to her, even though it was cold.
Turns out the hands are so cold when people leave.
I kneel by my bed and put my face on Grandma’s hand for the last time.
I don’t know until tonight what happened to my grandmother, who kept me from the doctor.
No wonder she was so weak the last time I saw Grandma.
I thought it was a side effect of chemotherapy. I didn’t think it was Grandma.
I’ll find out, I’ll notice.
I’m starting to get upset that I’m an unqualified granddaughter who didn’t get my grandma’s last trip.
In that moment, guilt was like a big net, surrounded by darkness and depression.
I sat in a chair in the hallway of the hospital and felt so heavy, I pulled my shoulder and my head was down.
“I know. I’m sorry.
The familiar voice came in my ear, I was frozen and raised my head.
It’s Song Zheng and Lin Jian.
My mom? My dad?
“Grandma thing, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
She whispered to me like she was consoling me or blaming herself.
I looked at them, and I grunted, and the lights in the hallway were a little gruesome.
“I’m sorry. Mom accidentally lost you. I’m sorry.
Song Qian, get down and hold my cold hand.
Unnecessary?
“Are you a simple careless person who can heal my suffering for so many years? I’m sorry.
“You’re responsible for me since you were born, and you accidentally lost me. I’m sorry.
“I’ve lived without a mother since I was a child, I’ve been raised by my grandmother alone, and the most I’ve heard in years is the child that my parents don’t want. I’m sorry.
I thought I was going to argue with them and ask them out loud, but I didn’t, like I was saying it in peace, and I was so tired.
I almost used the sound that only I and she could hear, and I opened my mouth in silence, with sour and bitter, but more helpless.
My real parents came to me.
I’ve had my grandma for 16 years, gone.
“Let’s all calm down for a while. I’ll make arrangements for Grandma. I’m sorry.
I stood up and looked at them in peace, looking away and being polite, and then turned away and never looked back.
12
I’m in the ward, cleaning up Grandma’s stuff, trying to take it away.
“Sister. I’m sorry.
Someone called me back, I turned around.
I’m the one who asked me to look after Grandma’s aunt.
” Aunt, thank you for taking care of Grandma when I wasn’t in the hospital. I’m sorry.
I nodded to thank her.
“That’s right, sister. This is the letter your grandma left for you before she left. She asked me to give it to you. I’m sorry.
Auntie sent me a letter from the bag.
I picked it up, and before I opened it, I’d come back.
“Thank you. I’m sorry.
I swallowed to thank my aunt again.
Grandma’s ashes were taken home and the letter that I hadn’t opened.
My grandmother and I lived in a small house, which had been demolished and divided between us.
The house was small, but Grandma packed it clean and sweet.
It’s been a long time since anyone’s been living there.
I opened the window for ventilation, and the sunlight outside the house came in, giving life to the house.
I took out the letter from my grandmother, and I opened it with the golden sun.
“Aware, Grandma may be leaving.
Sixteen years ago, when I first saw you, it rained.
You’re a little one, you’re dirty, you’re wearing a nice pink dress.
You’ve been crying in the rain.
Maybe it’s the rain. I feel you burning.
I rushed you to the clinic. You were too young to have a fever.
It took a few days to get here, but you don’t seem to remember anything.
Hold me and cry. Grandma sees you in pain and love.
I suppose you’ve been abandoned by your family.
It happens when a girl is left out on purpose.
Anyway, Grandma was alone and I took you home.
I know it might be selfish, but Grandma’s too lonely to take you home.
Name you: Promise.
You’re good, you’re brave.
And then you grew up beautiful, knowledgeable, and learning, and a good voice for God’s sake.
You’re so happy with Grandma.
Time goes by, and you blink and you grow up to be a beautiful girl.
It’s a long way to go, but Grandma doesn’t seem to last much longer.
I knew what I had. I wanted to keep it from you.
I just didn’t think it’d get worse so fast, so you knew.
Worried about the day I left, so I told you about your life the other day.
But I didn’t know you knew.
Thank you for staying with Grandma so long.
I’m old and I have to go. I know my body best.
It’s a pity that Grandma may not see you singing on the big stage.
I can’t see you in love. I can’t see you getting married.
After I leave, you take care of yourself.
Don’t let your body stop eating to lose weight.
You’re cold in the winter. Remember to put on clothes. Don’t catch cold.
I don’t have to worry about my future. I have no children, no relatives.
After I’m gone, I’ll have my ashes scattered into the sea.
Thank you for being with Grandma all these years.
Life and old sickness are the norm, death is not the end of life, and Grandma just leaves.
Grandma will bless you in heaven.
There’s a pair of embroidered shoes in the nightstand of the house room. It’s your size. I made it for you.
Grandma probably didn’t get a chance to get you married. You put the embroidery shoes in your shoes the day you got married.
Don’t feel sorry for me, don’t blame yourself and feel guilty.
All these years, you took good care of Grandma.
Go see the sea when you miss me.
You know, try to find your real parents.
You should have a new life. I’m sorry.
When I read the last sentence, I cried.
Teardrops fell on the letter, slowly rendering.
I found the embroidery mattress I had sewn for my grandmother in her letter, carefully wrapped in clean cloth and placed in her room in the nightstand.
I couldn’t control my emotions anymore, and I was crouching on the ground, holding the embroidered shoes, and crying.
The drops with Grandma, every image that makes me remember, flashes in my head like a horselight.
I spent 16 years with my grandmother.
How did you just leave me?
Leave me forever.
I don’t know how long I cried until I couldn’t hear it until I heard it.
13
In accordance with Grandma’s wish, I brought her ashes to the seaside.
The morning sea is calm, even the sound of the sea’s waves is light, and the sea is covered with fog, and far away, except for a piece covered in ash and water.
I’ll put the ashes in the sea wind.
I miss Grandma later, just look at the ocean.
Listen, sea wind, my heart’s getting quiet.
Some things are forgiven and others should be faced.
When I left the beach, I saw a familiar black sedan.
If I’m right, it’s them.
There’s a man down here, far away, but I can see it.
She looked at me with the door.
I don’t know how to face it, but I have to.
I walk slowly towards them, and every step I take, my heart goes up.
Song Zhong looked at me and saw joy.
She helped me pull the back door and I sat in.
Within a small space, three people, silence.
“Does Grandma have everything arranged? I’m sorry.
Song Xian opened his mouth to break the atmosphere of silence.
I nodded my head.
There is still between Us and them a gap that will not be scattered.
Song Qiang’s breath began to slow down:
“It was my parents’ fault, I didn’t mean to leave you, just for being careless, as a parent, and it was really irresponsible. I’m sorry.
“Sixteen years ago, you were four years old, and I wasn’t on fire. I was just a little singer, and your dad’s start-up job just got better. Your father took me on a business trip with you the other day, and you fell asleep in the back row. I’m sorry.
“Your father stopped in the service area, we went to the toilet, and we left the service area to take the highway again, for more than 10 minutes, and we suddenly found out that you were asleep in the back row. I’m sorry.
“I’m in a hurry with your dad, but I can’t turn around on the freeway. We’ll have to drive up to where we can turn, and we’ll get back, but we’ll never find you when we get back to that service. I’m sorry.
“I went crazy with your dad, checked out surveillance, asked the staff, and they said they didn’t notice, we called the police, we issued a search warrant, we did everything we could, and we thought we’d find you, but we didn’t. I’m sorry.
“In that time, we heard a lot of traffickers were trafficking children, and if they hadn’t been found, they might have been abducted and killed. Your dad and I heard this, and your heart died. I’m sorry.
“There was no result at the police station, no result at all in the search for someone, and my father and I had to accept this cruel fact. I’m sorry.
“My mother and father blamed themselves and felt guilty, just for being careless, and if they took care of it when they boarded, it might not have happened. I’m sorry.
Song Qing said it and cried.
Rin Jian was slamming her back, turning his head and whispering to me:
“Daddy and Mom have been so sorry for all these years. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help but laugh and hear how ridiculous that is.
Because of carelessness?
If not responsible for their children, why did they choose to be born?
Lin Jian saw my reaction and continued to explain to me:
“Dad knows this may sound ridiculous, but that’s the way it is, because the carelessness of Mom and Dad has caused you irreversible harm, leaving you alone and suffering for years. I’m sorry.
It’s like a breath in my chest and a sense of depression.
How did you find out that I was your own daughter? I’m sorry.
I managed to control my own tremors and try to be as calm as possible.
“This is from the day I came downstairs to pick up Linga Moon. You and two other roommates came down the stairs the other day, and I noticed you at a glance, and it was strange that at that moment, when I saw you, I had a very strong sense of familiarity. And how can it happen that someone looks so similar to Linga Moon, so there’s a little shock and emotion. I’m sorry.
“When you eat, you find yourself allergic to peanuts, and you’re just as old as Linga Moon. I’m sorry.
“That’s so many coincidences that I noticed you. I’m sorry.
“But what really made me suspect occurred on the day you and Rinja Moon were taken to hospital in an accident on the road. The other day I noticed that you were wearing a silver bouquet on your neck, and I recognized it at first sight. I’m sorry.
“I don’t think there should be so many coincidences in the world that the doctor made a DNA paternity test under the pretext of a full body examination. I’m sorry.
“I asked for all the information about you after knowing that you were my own daughter, and I saw the video of your last college singing competition, and I heard you sing, and you sing very well, and I remember your voice. I’m sorry.
“I wanted to wait for the match to end, and then I met you, because Mom was afraid, and I didn’t know how to face it. I’m sorry.
“But as soon as the Ringa moon opened up on the stage, I knew she was faking, she thought she would not be found, and the person who understood it could see it. And even more shocking, I hear you singing for her. I’m sorry.
“So Mom couldn’t stand it, I had to meet you right away. I’m sorry.
“But I didn’t think you’d be so hard to accept for this sudden fact, let alone for Grandma to die that night. I’m sorry.
Song Zheng finished, deeply sighs.
“Is that your own daughter? I’m sorry.
I wonder why I’m the same age as Linga Moon and still look so similar.
“She was adopted by me, and I saw her first, and I thought she looked like you when you were little and left her behind. I’m sorry.
“Don’t worry, I’ll announce to the outside world that you’re my own daughter. I’m sorry.
I’m silent, and I’m sad.
Who would have thought that the tragic story of the girl left behind would have happened to me.
Sounds ridiculous.
One night I became the daughter of a rich man and a star.
Unbelievable.
“It’s time for you to come back and have a new life with your parents. I’m sorry.
Song Zheng and Lin Jian looked back at me and waited for my answer, looking forward to it.
I nod my head and I have tears in my eyes.
I look forward to a warm home.
“Father and mother will make up for all these years and will love you. I’m sorry.
Start the car and move slowly forward.
I look to the sea outside the window, where the calm sea is shining, and the blue sea is connected to the sky and is a blue world.
There are things that may be difficult to accept at once, and there are many who need me to adapt, one by one.
But I have to go.
Go meet my new life.
(Linga Moon)
I was adopted. I knew it when I was a kid.
I was four years old when they picked me up at the orphanage.
My brothers and sisters who were with me in the orphanage envy me, saying that I would soon have a home.
I looked at them, and I thought I had mom and dad.
They took me home in bad conditions at first.
Dad’s starting a business and Mom’s just an unrenowned singer, and it’s still a tight day.
I thought they couldn’t have babies to adopt me.
Until later, I found a lot of pictures at home.
There’s a little girl in the picture who looks like me.
I realized then that they adopted me because I looked like their daughter.
When I realized the truth, I cried secretly for hours.
Later on, Dad’s business got bigger and Mom got hot all night.
They loved me so much that I brought them luck.
As soon as the day passed, we moved into the villa, and I became a child of rich people.
Mom and Dad were nice to me. They flattered me. They gave me whatever I wanted.
But their demands on me are becoming more stringent.
The examination must be for the top three. I must take the best students.
I’m going to learn to dance, to learn piano, to learn to paint, and so on, and I’m going to have a lot of interest.
And then I learned to play, but only for one day, and my mom stopped sending me.
All I remember was that the day Mom sent me home to learn the sound, it looked pretty bad and didn’t say a word to me.
I don’t understand.
It was not until later that I realized that I was singing so badly.
I let Mom down, but it doesn’t seem like I can decide.
Actually, I’d love to sing well, so mom would be more happy with me.
Mom never asked me to learn solo. She never begged me again.
But I want to learn. I don’t want to disappoint Mom.
Maybe I’m in a hurry. I can’t learn, I can still run.
Slowly, I gave up too.
Mom and Dad are still spoiling me. They’re spoiling me. They’re getting used to my temper.
To cover up my adopted child with pride, to cover up my singing vices.
Later on, I met a wish.
Why does she look so like me and sing so well?
That’s why I’m going to take her. Now I look ridiculous.
I’m the one I’m talking about. My parents’ own daughter.
Who would have thought that such a bloody thing would happen to me.
But I didn’t know.
The day I made a call to borrow money from me, probably for vanity, or maybe I wanted to prove to my mother that I could sing.
So, I offered to ask you to fake it for me.
Now it looks like another stupid thing I did.
Art is a gift.
You can’t steal, you can’t pretend.
I’m blinded by my mom.
That night, the fake singer was taken apart by his mother and she learned that the person who helped me was his own daughter.
I didn’t know what I was supposed to be sorry for.
Mom and Dad declared the existence of a promise and declared to the outside world that I was an adopted daughter.
The reality is so straight and cruel.
Never leave you alone.
(SINGING)
I had a big fight with Lin Jian before my daughter left.
“Lin Jian, didn’t you say you’d take the baby? Look at you right now. You’ve got time for the kids. I’m sorry.
I’m angry and I’m not looking at the forest being driven.
“It’s not my child, you don’t have time for it. You sing every day. You sing. I’m sorry.
He’s coming back to me right now.
Lin Jian! When I was pregnant, I asked if you’d stay. You said you’d take good care of the baby, but since the baby was born, you’ve been busy with your business, you’ve carried the baby a few times! I’m sorry.
“All right, I’m driving, and we’re sending the kids to Mom and Dad today. I’m sorry.
The forest was slab-faced, and the door went up.
I’m not talking anymore.
The car got into the service area, and I got out of the car with Lin Jian to wake up and sleep.
Me and him were irresponsible parents who failed in their duty.
We took responsibility for each other, questioned each other, and we had a fight.
I had to go to the commissary and buy a bottle of water to calm down, and when I came out, I found out that forest was just out of the bathroom.
There’s no point in fighting. Lin and I got in the car.
After we left the service area, we found out that the sleeping children were missing in the back row.
When we get back, we can’t find the baby.
My daughter, missing.
I broke my heart and cried.
We’ve done a lot of things, but we haven’t found them.
In that time, I heard there were many traffickers.
I’m afraid to think, I’m afraid.
It’s been a long time since the baby was found. I’m so desperate.
Later, one day, a telephone call was made saying that there was a little girl in the orphanage who looked like the one I had posted.
Me and Lin Jian-Jian go.
It’s like that, but I can recognize it at once. It’s not my daughter.
I think I miss my daughter too much. I adopted the kid.
She was given her daughter’s previous name: Linga Moon.
I told the kid to learn solo. Who knows?
I gave up.
It’s something you can’t force.
I can’t help but think of my baby girl, who doesn’t have to teach. She’s been very good at singing since she was a kid.
The day I saw her at the hospital, she had a silver beam on her neck, which made me panic.
I made it for my daughter.
I think I’m right.
In retrospect of her first meeting with her wishes, I felt she brought me a strong sense of familiarity, along with the similarity of her and Linga Moon, and she was allergic to peanuts.
A bold guess came out of my mind and shocked myself.
On the pretext of a full body check, I had the doctor do a DNA test.
And when it came out, my heart seemed to be scratched.
It’s supposed to be fun, but I don’t know how to face it.
I’ve been looking for you for 16 years.
But how do I recognize my daughter?
It took me two days to investigate all the information about consent.
I was shocked when Linga Moon told me she was in the finals of the singer’s contest.
The school invited me to the jury. I promised.
The first sentence of Linga Moon is clear to me.
It’s not her voice, it’s a promise.
I can’t stand it.
I want to meet my daughter right now.
Who would have thought that on the day of the meeting, the adopted grandmother left.
It happened too suddenly, and I know it must have been a terrible blow to the mind.
Plus she learned that I was her biological mother, and she must have had a hard time.
I had a lot of discussions with Lin Jian the days after she took care of Grandma.
We told the truth about what happened.
The wish to forgive Mom and Dad for the mistakes they made and promise to come home with us.
I and Lin Jian have announced a status of consent, and I want to make up for her arrears over the past 16 years.
I think we all have a new beginning.
(Grandma)
I have a son and a daughter-in-law and a little granddaughter.
The other day, three of them said they’d come by plane to see me.
I’m so happy to see my granddaughter soon.
But I’ve been waiting a long time, and finally I’m waiting for the “air crash” on the news.
The old man left early and I had to raise my son to watch him get married and have kids.
The day looks like it’s getting happier.
But the sky might not see me so happy and took them away.
I’ve been alone ever since.
I went out that day and wanted to buy a bottle of pesticides.
On the way, I met someone.
She was in a pink little dress, all dirty, standing in the bushes where she was tall and crying.
There’s rain in the sky and the kid’s all wet.
I took her home, bathed her, changed her clothes, which were for my granddaughter.
It fits.
The kid seems to have a fever, and I was in a hurry and she went to the clinic, and she almost burned.
But the kid doesn’t seem to remember what happened.
I looked at her and I thought of my little granddaughter.
It’s like age, grunting big eyes, soft little faces.
I moved and left the child with me.
Keep her by my side for 16 years.
I did something wrong, and I was punished again for my stomach cancer.
Soon, and I have no intention of healing.
I think I should go to heaven and find my granddaughter.
She’s about the same age as she is.
Must be as beautiful as you know.
♪ I’m sure of it ♪
Hope woke up from the car and found out Mom and Dad weren’t there.
She opened the door somehow and left the car alone.
When she didn’t see Mom and Dad, she wandered around and lost her way.
As far as she went, she walked out of the service area and along the road.
The sky was rained down, and then it got bigger.
She couldn’t find Mom and Dad, she had no umbrella in the rain.
She was scared, and she cried, howling.
Then she met Grandma.
Sixteen years later.
The day Grandma left.
Her biological parents found her.
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It’s okay.
Red and Green: True love doesn’t end
Cik Mammy, wait.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
