Murong Jie and Boss Dao had been searching in Bei'an. Since Murong Jie came, Boss Dao no longer had to do hard labor because Murong Jie carried silver bills with him.
Even if you don't have the banknotes, it doesn't matter. There is Hu Huanxi's bank here. Just go in and show your name card and stamp your name to withdraw money.
They searched for more than ten days in a row, and almost exhausted every corner of Bei'an County. Moreover, Murong Jie spent money to post Zi'an's portrait, and then painted a portrait of the baby girl based on Boss Dao's description and posted it everywhere.
As the saying goes, there is always a brave man under a large reward. One day, someone came and said that he had seen a little girl, about two years old, from the same village as them. The girl's name was Tian'en. Her father was a woodcutter and her mother was a weaver at home. They came from a poor family.
Although the information doesn't quite match up and Zi'an can't weave, but who can't learn
Murong Jie immediately took Dao Lao Da to the village. The village was called Zhentou Village. It was located in the northwest corner of Bei'an County. It was backed by mountains and faced a river. It had a good geographical environment and the villagers were simple and honest.
Based on the information given by the messenger, Murong Jie came to a dilapidated hut.
There was a small courtyard in the thatched cottage. The wooden door was ajar. Through the crack in the door, one could see clothes hanging out to dry in the courtyard. There were also the sounds of a child crying and a loom. A gentle female voice said, "It's all right, it's all right. Mom will be ready soon. Tianen, don't make a fuss."
Murong Jie quickly pushed the door open and walked in quickly.
"Hey, who are you? Why did you break into my house?"
The woman at the loom jumped up immediately, hugged the crying little girl next to her and stepped aside, looking at Murong Jie and Boss Dao nervously.
She was probably in her thirties, with dark skin and many pockmarks on her face. Her facial features were fine, except that two of her front teeth were missing when she spoke.
She held the child tightly in her arms. The child slowly turned his head, with two crystal tears hanging on his fair face.
When Murong Jie saw that face, his breathing almost stopped. The eyebrows, nose, and mouth were exactly the same as Zi'an.
Boss Dao was also stunned. He thought they looked alike when he saw them from a distance before, and now that he saw them up close, they looked even more alike!
"Who are you?" The woman looked at Murong Jie and Boss Dao, and became more terrified when she saw the two men staring at the child in her arms.
Murong Jie finally came back to his senses and asked, "Where is the child's mother?"
"I am her mother, what do you want to do?" the woman asked hostilely.
"You are her mother?" Murong Jie's head buzzed. How could it be possible? This child looked so much like Zi'an, how could she be the daughter of this ugly woman
"That's right, you guys better leave quickly, or I'll call for help." said the woman.
"How can you prove that this is your daughter?" Boss Dao asked a rather stupid question. The main reason was that he had been looking for her for so long and was full of hope when he came to Zhentou Village. But she said that this was her daughter. This was really unacceptable.
It was like falling from the sky, and my brain was frozen.
The woman said angrily, "How else do you want to prove it? Go ask around, this is my daughter."
"You are so ugly, how can you give birth to such a beautiful daughter?" Although Boss Dao did not understand genetics, he knew that a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a mouse's son can dig holes. Such an ugly mother could not give birth to such a beautiful daughter.
"You..." The woman was furious, "Leave immediately, or I will report you to the police."
Murong Jie didn't want to leave, but he couldn't find an excuse to stay. All his recent hopes were placed on this baby girl who looked like Zi'an. Now that they were shattered, he couldn't accept it.
He knew it was useless to stay, but he was tired of those desperate days, walking on the road without any hope.
Two and a half years, a full two and a half years.
He walked slowly to the loom, completely exhausted, and looked at the crisscrossing threads on the loom, like the past scenes in his mind, interweaving into a huge web that trapped him.
The little girl was crying at first, but after the two men came in, she just stared at them with curious eyes, especially at Murong Jie.
Seeing Murong Jie standing next to the loom, she actually struggled to get down. The woman was unwilling to let her down and coaxed her, "Tian En, don't make a fuss."
Murong Jie looked over and saw the little girl also looking at her. Her eyes were clear and bright, so similar to Zi'an.
He thought that if he and Zi'an could have a child, it would probably look like this.
He said softly, "Don't be afraid, sister-in-law. We have no ill intentions. It's just that this child looks very much like my wife, so we wanted to come and see him."
The woman was obviously not so nervous anymore. Seeing that the two men did not seem to have any ill intentions, they were filled with sadness and loss. This kind of sadness and loss could also infect others. She hesitated for a moment and asked, "What about your wife?"
Murong Jie looked sad and looked at the child blankly, "I don't know, I don't know."
The woman actually felt sour in her heart. Although she had never seen the world, she could feel the sadness in this man.
What on earth had he been through
The child still wanted to get down, so the woman let go of her hand, squatted on the ground carefully, and tried to help her walk.
The little girl walked straight to Murong Jie, raised her head, and her big eyes were full of curiosity.
Murong Jie felt a pain in his heart and reached out to hug her. The woman screamed and rushed over. Murong Jie hushed her, "Don't be afraid, I just want to hug her."
The woman stopped and looked at him in surprise.
The little girl stretched out her chubby little hand and touched the stubble on Murong Jie's chin, giggling. Her curved eyebrows hurt Murong Jie's heart.
"What's your name?" Murong Jie asked in a hoarse voice, his voice choked with sobs.
"God's grace!"
Tian'en, a gift from God, what a good name.
Murong Jie put her down and walked out quickly.
Boss Dao was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly chased after him.
"Your Majesty..."
Murong Jie stopped, he had nowhere to go.
Or rather, he didn't know where to go.
"Xiaodao, don't look for her anymore. Go back to Beijing and live a stable life. Nanny is old, you should go back and take care of her." He said dejectedly.
Boss Dao shook his head, "I won't go back until I find the princess."
"She's dead!" Murong Jie suddenly turned around, his eyes bloodshot. He had been deceiving himself all along. He told himself that as long as he didn't see her body, she might be alive. But how many times had he been disappointed? So many disappointments converged into the despair of today. He couldn't deceive himself anymore.
Boss Dao stared at him blankly and shook his head subconsciously, "No, I won't die."
"If she is not dead, then where is she? If she is not dead, why doesn't she come back?" Murong Jie's face was horrified. Everything was untenable. If she is not dead, where is she? If she is well, why doesn't she come back
Seeing him like this, Dao Lao Da also panicked and murmured, "Anyway, he's not dead, anyway, he's not dead, he must still be alive."
(End of this chapter)