Mr. Xia said in surprise: "Really, why didn't you tell me earlier? You have to hurry up. Your mother can't wait anymore. Today the doctor said that the condition has worsened again. Rushuang is a good boy. After she saw the girl, she immediately He called me and told me, and he was even more excited than me."
Xia Anlan's expression was not good, and he said: "I know, I will take her back tomorrow, tomorrow."
"Your mother... has been calling Xiao Ai's name all day long. I'm really afraid of her..." Mr. Xia's voice was lonely, and he didn't say the next words. His old voice was full of sadness. .
Xia Anlan sighed: "Don't worry, Dad, my mother will get through it. If I find a better doctor, she will definitely be able to get through this."
Mr. Xia said: "You are right, yes... yes, your mother will never let go of Xiao Ai. When she was sober, she always said that Xiao Ai looked like her when she was a child. When she grew up, she would It must be the same... If she sees that daughter, maybe she will be happy and really be well."
Xia Anlan hesitated for a while and said: "Dad... I suspect that Qingsi is my sister's daughter. I suspect that Xiao Ai didn't die at all back then!"
Mr. Xia was stunned for a long time and then said: "This... how is this possible? When the house burned down, Xiao Ai was still inside. She was a child. It was impossible for her to escape. What's more, you... you later also Look, the body is burnt, and its height and age are the same as Xiao Ai’s.”
Xia Anlan clenched her phone: "But don't forget, the child's body did not have that necklace on it. Over the years, I have had many dreams, and every time I dreamed of the child running towards me with that necklace. Come here, I thought many times that she might not really be dead."
Mr. Xia's voice was sad and lonely: "That necklace is made of silver. It must have been taken away by the kidnappers early in the morning. Hey... I know that you have never let go of your sister's death, and I can't let go either. But after so many years, If you are dead, don’t let the deceased live in peace anymore.”
Xia Anlan understood his father's psychology. He had been sad, lonely and despairing for so many years, but his mood had become calmer.
Yan Qingsi's sudden appearance, Xia Anlan regarded her as hope, but the old man was afraid... The greater the hope, the more disappointed he would be in the end. If it turns out that Yan Qingsi has nothing to do with the Xia family, this will remind the old man of his beloved daughter for the first time. His death would only make him more sad.
"Okay, I understand... I will take her back tomorrow."
"well… "
"Father...goodbye."
After cutting off the phone call, Xia Anlan sighed.
He put down the phone and frowned: "Why didn't Xia Rushuang know earlier or later... But now she knows about Yan Qingsi? And she told her father directly?"
The secretary hesitated and said: "The variety show recorded by Miss Qingsi was broadcast not long ago. Maybe... I saw it by chance?"
Xia Anlan didn't speak, he was dark-colored, indifferent and calm.
"I don't pay attention to the entertainment industry. Do you young people often pay attention? Have you known Yan Qingsi before?"
The secretary scratched his head and whispered: "I... also... read it occasionally, so... I know a... little... about Miss Qingsi..."
In fact, how could he know anything? He knew a lot. She was the goddess in the hearts of many men. The screensavers on his personal mobile phone were all photos of Yan Qingsi.
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