"Mrs. Feng." Feng Ling looked at her: "Boss Li will come over later. You and he should be considered old acquaintances."
Hearing Feng Ling mention the so-called Boss Li, Mrs. Feng's thoughts first stayed on her and didn't turn much around. Then she saw Feng Ling now dressed in women's sportswear. Thinking about the time when Li Nanheng and Feng Ling seemed to be walking very close. This was not in the XI base, but in a department store like this. Feng Ling was shopping here, and Li Nanheng actually came over.
So, between Feng Ling and Li Nanheng...
Thinking of the ridiculous marriage in the tomb, Qin Qiu's eyes brightened even more, and he looked at her with a smile: "Okay, I haven't seen Nan Heng for a long time, so let's go have a cup of coffee together. Auntie’s treat, okay?”
Mrs. Feng's tone was too gentle, with a hint of caution in her gentleness, as if she was subconsciously afraid that Feng Ling would refuse or scare her away.
Feng Ling really didn't know how to face this situation, but now that Li Nanheng would come over, he felt much more at ease. Seeing Mrs. Feng's fear of rejection in her eyes, she finally nodded: "Okay."
Qin Qiu instantly beamed: "Then go to the opposite side. There is a nice cafe opposite this department store. The environment is elegant and quiet."
"Yeah." Feng Ling nodded lightly.
Seeing her being so gentle and quiet, and looking very calm and well-behaved, Qin Qiu almost had tears in his eyes, but he was really afraid of scaring the child, so he still held it back, but his eyes could not be separated from hers. Face.
If it's really her daughter... If it's really...
Then God treated her really well!
But what if not...
What if it's just a resemblance, just a coincidence...
After all, it was difficult for an adult to come out alive after falling into the vast sea. How could a little one-year-old child really have a miracle
After Mrs. Cen paid the bill on behalf of Mrs. Feng, she walked out with two bags. She leaned close to Mrs. Feng and asked something in a low voice. Mrs. Feng nodded and shook her head, as if she was talking to an old sister she had known for many years. He was a little unable to suppress his emotions in front of him, but in the end he suppressed it forcefully and whispered: "You do look a lot like me when I was young, right?"
Mrs. Cen looked at Feng Ling again and replied in a low voice: "It's true. No wonder you are so excited. In the past few years, whenever you saw a child who looked like you on the street, your mood would rise and fall for a long time. Now when you meet this They look so similar, hey... But no matter how much they look like, they are no longer my children. Twenty years have passed, and it’s time to let go.”
Qin Qiu's eyes suddenly fell firmly on Feng Ling at this moment: "My child, how old are you this year?"
Although I asked a few years ago, it seems like I want to confirm something at this moment.
Facing the woman who might be his mother, Feng Ling didn't know whether to tell the truth or tell the fictitious birthday that had been written on his identity certificate.
"I'm already over twenty," she replied.
"Are you over twenty? Then...are you twenty-one?" Qin Qiu looked at her with trembling eyes, as if there was a thin needle in front of her, hanging on a certain edge. As long as she gently It may fall completely once she blows it, but it may not fall off. Her eyes and her tone are so careful that Mrs. Cen next to her feels distressed and reluctant to say another word.
twenty one years old
Is she now over twenty-one years old
Feng Ling was stunned for a moment and did not answer. At this moment, Mrs. Cen's cell phone rang. Mrs. Feng suddenly came back to her senses because she heard the ringtone of the cell phone. She immediately felt that she was being too abrupt, chasing the little girl and asking questions like this. Anyone who asked this would be confused.
Mrs. Cen turned around to answer the phone, and Mrs. Feng smiled at her: "I just like your kid very much. I may have asked too many questions. Don't mind too much."
"No." Feng Ling saw the care in her eyes, but still couldn't bear it: "I just don't know how to answer, because I don't know when my birthday is."
The emotions that had just been suppressed in Mrs. Feng's eyes, and the calmness that had just been restored, instantly caused some huge waves.
She forcibly resisted the urge to continue questioning and just stared at her: "You..."
Feng Ling looked at her sincerely: "Mrs. Feng, I lived in an orphanage before entering Ping XI Base. What they filed for me was only a temporary date of birth, but my actual birthday is mine. Not sure."
Qin Qiu's hands shook and he just stared at Feng Ling for a long time.
Until Mrs. Cen came back after answering the phone, she stood beside her and said, "My son has come to pick me up. Do you want to talk to this girl? I'll leave first. I'll give you the clothes. It's just a good idea." I paid for the car repair fee you helped me advance last time."
After finishing speaking, seeing Mrs. Feng still standing there in a daze, as if she was in a daze, Mrs. Cen shook her head, stuffed the bag of clothes into her hand, and said to Feng Ling in a blink of an eye: "Little girl, don't be fooled." She is scared, she has been like this for these years, but I have never seen her so excited before. It can be seen that she likes you very much, so you can chat with her for a while."
Feng Ling said nothing, only nodded to Mrs. Cen.
Until Mrs. Cen left, Qin Qiu squeezed the bag in his hand tightly, took a deep breath, and suddenly smiled: "What are the two of us standing here looking at? Let's go to the coffee shop now?"
"good."
Qin Qiu abruptly looked away from her face, turned around and walked towards the elevator, but he walked a little hastily.
Something reminded her countless times in her mind.
Feng Ling is a girl.
She is an orphan, without parents.
She doesn't know when her birthday is...
She looks so much like herself and Lao Feng...
This child's gentle personality is very much like the old lady's when she was young.
If it weren't for the fact that the bag in my hand was made of plastic, and the force between the nails was blocked by the bag, I wouldn't be able to get anything out even after squeezing for a long time. Otherwise, I'm afraid the hands would be squeezed too tightly, and the nails would be embedded in the palms and cause bleeding.
Just when the two of them walked out of the department store and were about to cross the overpass in front to go to the cafe across the road, at the foot of the stairs on the way up the overpass, Mrs. Feng was staring ahead and didn't know what she was thinking, and suddenly her feet got tripped. , almost fell down, Feng Ling quickly stepped forward and helped her: "Be careful!"
Suddenly, Feng Ling took the initiative to help him, and Qin Qiu suddenly turned his eyes to look at her.
When he suddenly saw the hopeful look in Mrs. Feng's eyes, Feng Ling was confused for a moment.
She was used to freedom and didn't want to recognize her relatives. Regardless of whether she was related to the Feng family or not, she had no intention of finding her parents or relatives.
But is this too selfish of her
What if her family had been looking for her? What if she wasn't abandoned