In an instant, Feng Zhongliang felt as if all his strength had been drained away, as if a handful of sand was stuffed into his throat. He opened his mouth but could not shout out a word, and his throat was so dry that even swallowing saliva was difficult.
Feng Zhongliang wiped his eyes, tremblingly moved closer to the computer screen, and carefully compared the words written by Jiang Se stroke by stroke. He even rewound the video again and again, still recalling in his mind how Feng Nan wrote his name.
He called Xiao Liu, and even couldn't wait for the flight tomorrow morning, so he asked Xiao Liu to buy a ticket tonight and rush back to the capital. He wanted to see the handwriting of Jiang Se's words in person and send it for identification.
The truth seemed to be getting closer and closer to him, and he couldn't wait to get the conclusion.
Although Xiao Liu didn't understand the situation, after hearing Feng Zhongliang's instructions, he immediately changed his flight and returned to the capital early.
When he came back, it was already past three in the morning. The lights in Feng Zhongliang's study were still on. The old man, who had been up all day, had red eyes as he waited for his news.
The video he had sent back before was still playing on the computer in the study. When he handed the notebook written by Jiang Se to Feng Zhongliang, Feng Zhongliang's hands trembled slightly, and for a moment he didn't dare to reach out to take it.
To Feng Zhongliang, the light notebook seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds. He even took a sip of the tea that had long gone cold to calm his uneasy heart.
When he opened the cover of the notebook and the words written by Jiang Se appeared in front of him, they were clearer than in the video and caught his eyes directly.
This is his granddaughter's handwriting, no doubt about it!
He didn't even need to find someone to identify it, he could recognize it.
Her handwriting was beautiful and elegant, and she liked to draw a small arc at the end of each stroke. He had reprimanded her many times in the past, thinking that her habit only paid attention to the elegance of the characters but lost the steeliness of the characters. However, Feng Nan never changed his ways, and this now became the biggest proof for him to recognize his granddaughter.
When all his doubts were confirmed at this moment, when he got the notebook and saw what she had written, it proved that he had not been daydreaming or imagining these days, and Feng Zhongliang was so excited that he couldn't control himself.
He held the notebook in his hand against his chest, and Feng Zhongliang burst into tears.
No wonder she called me grandpa as soon as she saw me.
No wonder she looked so excited when they first met at Pei's house and even took the initiative to support me.
No wonder she knew his preferences and every gift she gave him was to his liking.
She would always take time out every month to come to Feng's house to spend some time with him, occasionally talking to him, occasionally accompanying him to plant flowers and play chess.
He once lamented that he had wished she was his granddaughter. Why didn't he think about this aspect when he thought Jiang Se was well-behaved and lovely, and had a similar personality to Feng Nan
Pei Yi was so affectionate to Feng Nan at the beginning, but he changed his mind so suddenly, and even later he didn't say a word to Feng Nan. Isn't this the biggest doubt? But he didn't think about it that way, not even a little doubt!
His granddaughter, the girl he raised with his own hands, when she stood in front of him one day, how could he not recognize her
Feng Zhongliang recalled his rejection of Jiang Se, his cold eyes and alienation towards her, the words he had scolded her at, and his attitude of keeping her at a distance. She didn't know how uncomfortable she must have felt!
"Master..."
His face turned pale in an instant, his hands and feet began to tremble with excitement, and tears flowed from his eyes. This look scared Xiao Liu, and he shouted loudly to Wang Ma downstairs to call Doctor Zhao and ask the servants to bring up the medicine.
After taking the medicine, he still found it difficult to calm down his excitement.
But perhaps because of the investigation during these days, he had already had such an idea in his mind. When the matter was now in front of him, Feng Zhongliang was excited for a while, but it was not a big deal.
Just to be on the safe side, Dr. Zhao still gave him an IV drip.
He still held the notebook that Xiao Liu brought back from Shanghai in his arms, and no matter how Dr. Zhao asked him to let go of his hands so that he could give him the injection, he refused to listen.
Xiao Liu was sitting aside in the room, feeling somewhat puzzled. Feng Zhongliang held the notebook tightly. His mood had been very up and down tonight, and he didn't even take Dr. Zhao's advice to heart.
"Grandpa, I don't understand." When it comes to Jiang Se, Feng Zhongliang's performance is always unexpected.
Xiao Liu had many questions in his mind, but Feng Zhongliang didn't know how to tell him. He couldn't bring up such a thing, even if it was with Xiao Liu, who was so close to him.
He reached out and gently stroked the notebook, opening and closing it. He had read every word in it, but he couldn't help but read it again and again. He had already watched the video, but Feng Zhongliang couldn't help but ask again and again: "Did I write this?"
"Yes." Xiao Liu nodded. Feng Zhongliang felt a pang of sadness in his heart again. He put the notebook against the side of his face and couldn't speak for a long time.
He thought about the past two years when Jiang Se had been by his side, and he treated her like an outsider. If he wanted to go back home, he had to go through Pei Yi's hands. He didn't know how he should feel.
Feng Zhongliang sighed, turned over, and thought carefully. The time Jiang Se had been close to him had actually revealed a lot of clues, but he was old and too stubborn to think about it in an incredible direction.
I don't know how sad she must have been when she called herself grandpa but was treated as an outsider by herself.
He couldn't sleep. There were so many things crowding in his mind. Even though he had been sad for a long time and was already tired, he didn't feel sleepy at all.
He wanted to call Jiang Se immediately, but he was inexplicably timid. He lost his granddaughter, and she found her way home, but he didn't recognize her. Even before that, he had been angry with her, thinking that Feng Nan had changed.
In the past, when he was in a bad mood, he would get angry at Jiang Se. He didn't know if his granddaughter was still angry with him at this moment.
At this time in the imperial capital, it was not only Feng Zhongliang who couldn't sleep, but also Du Changqun and his wife.
The weather in the capital has been very hot recently. The Du family always turns on the air conditioner when they go to bed, but Zhou Hui felt uneasy to sleep tonight. She always felt cold in her body and her neck was extremely sore in her sleep. She probably had a stiff neck.
She felt some discomfort in her throat and coughed twice. When she woke up, she found that the light in front of her was still on, but she felt a little dizzy and could not see the scenery clearly.
Zhou Hui could clearly hear Du Changqun's breathing, but for some reason, she felt goosebumps all over her body. She squeezed her eyelids hard, trying to make her mind clearer.
As soon as she moved, she found that her body was somewhat out of control. She had clearly turned on the air conditioner before going to bed last night, but now she felt that she was sweating all over, and her clothes were soaked and stuck to her body, making her very uncomfortable.
Zhou Hui gritted her teeth and wanted to reach out to wake up the sleeping Du Changqun, but her arms did not obey her at all, as if they were tied up.
This realization surprised her a little. She opened her eyes and saw a figure sitting in front of her. The light was behind him. She had just woken up and could not see his face clearly, but she could vaguely recognize that he was a man.
Du Changqun was still sleeping next to her. Apart from the underage Du You, where else could there be any other man in the house
Zhou Hui's back was covered in cold sweat. (To be continued)