Feng Ling looked at the old woman and replied calmly: "It's just a bag. I'll just bring it back for you. There won't be another chance to meet in the future. The name is not important and there is no need to say it."
The old woman was still staring at her face, but her hand firmly grasped Qin Qiu, who was also a little distracted, and whispered: "Look at him, does he look like you when you were a child? Same as when you were in your teens or 20s. It’s so similar…”
Qin Qiu paused and then whispered: "There is some resemblance. I was very surprised just now."
"What's the resemblance? You have almost forgotten what you were like when you were young for so many years, but I am your mother, and I remember what you looked like at every age. This child... is really too similar to you at that time. ...More like Mingzhu...Mingzhu is more like her father, but the child in front of me...is so much like you." The old woman grabbed Qin Qiu's hand with some excitement and said, "Tell me, is there such a thing in this world? A miracle? Would my poor granddaughter not have..."
"Mom, this is obviously a boy. Although he looks like me, I am a daughter." Although Qin Qiu also felt a little incredible and excited, after all these years, he was still a little calm: "I know you just said Thinking of these things, it is not that similar people do not exist in this world, but in that vast ocean, there was no possibility for the child to survive. If not for this, how could I have been chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha all these years, just wanting to be saved? My poor child, but my child is a daughter, a cute little princess. Mom, don’t treat someone who looks a bit like me as a miracle."
"No, it's really too similar." The old woman was still very excited, her eyes almost never leaving Feng Ling's body.
Feng Ling felt like the hairs all over her body were about to stand up when she saw this old woman. She couldn't explain what she felt. This was different from the killing intent and hostility in the eyes of any enemy she had ever seen. She would not feel it. , but now it seems that goosebumps all over the body are about to fall off.
"Child..." The old woman pushed Qin Qiu away, walked towards her tremblingly, stretched out her hand and was about to hold her, but Feng Ling suddenly moved his hand back, even more defensively and keenly. Looking at the old woman in front of her, even though she was an old man, she was still disgusted by the touch of strangers.
Seeing that the child in front of her didn't seem to like being touched, and her eyes were very cold and sharp, the old woman became slightly more prismed, but still stared at her face back and forth, as if she had long forgotten that her bag was lying next to her. , just looked at her face and asked gently: "My child, how old are you this year?"
Feng Ling paused and replied: "Sixteen."
"Sixteen years old?"
Feng Ling nodded and saw a flash of disappointment and heartache in the old woman's eyes.
"Sixteen years old..." The old woman sighed immediately: "That's even more wrong... My granddaughter, calculated carefully based on her birthday, should be seventeen."
Feng Ling said nothing.
She wasn't very sure about her age. After all, she had been living with wolves in the jungle before she was five years old. At that time, she didn't understand that 365 days were a year. In the jungle, there were only sunrises and moonsets, so it was impossible for her to know. She counted the days day by day, but when the group of people took her out of the jungle, because she was very thin at the time, they said she was only five years old and set a date for her birthday.
But now based on her physical development and height, she is not sure how old she is.
But it probably has nothing to do with what the old woman said.
So she just looked at the old woman's melancholy expression in silence.
The old woman thought for a while, then raised her eyes to look at her face: "But it's really so similar..."
"Mother-in-law, you said I look too much like me. What do you mean?" Feng Ling didn't understand what she meant.
Hearing the child call her mother-in-law, the old woman's eyes turned red. She was a little excited and finally reached out and grabbed her hand.
Probably because the old woman's expression was too excited and her movements were a little shaky. Although Feng Ling was very sensitive, he still resisted the urge to push her away and just looked at the old man with red eyes. , inexplicably, I suddenly couldn't be cruel in my heart, so I could only half-support her, and at the same time, she held her wrist tightly.
"Are you a boy?" The old woman stared at her face: "How can there be such a beautiful boy? He is fair and fair, and is prettier than a little girl."
Before Feng Ling could reply, the slightly younger policeman standing next to him suddenly laughed and said: "Mother-in-law, you are not complimenting me. For us men, no matter how old we are, no matter how old we are, When I was a teenager, I had really thin skin and tender flesh. I am a man and I would never allow anyone to question my gender. I was also good-looking when I was a teenager. I heard people say that I look like a little girl. I Keli was really angry from the bottom of his heart, very angry, and he would never listen to such words."
The old woman paused, as if she knew she had lost her composure, so she had to retract her hand, but her eyes still looked at Feng Ling's face with some nostalgia, as if she wanted to wait for her answer.
Feng Ling hesitated for a moment. He always considered himself a boy to the people he knew well. Of course, he would not rashly tell his secret to an outsider he had never met before.
"Mother-in-law, the place where I work only accepts men. If I am a woman, I can't even help you chase the robbers, so how can I be a woman?" Feng Ling didn't know what he had always said about her. Why can't I be so cold-hearted towards this old woman? Even my words are a little tactful.
Qin Qiu came over and supported the old woman who looked a little disappointed. When she looked at Feng Ling, she felt particularly close to her, probably because she looked a little like him when she was young.
"I'm sorry, little brother, my mother is indeed a little excited." Qin Qiu looked at Feng Ling's face and couldn't help feeling a little emotional, but this was really not the time to be emotional, so he said politely: "There is no time." It's early. Have you had dinner? To thank you, let's treat you to a meal. By the way, I think you are also Chinese or of Chinese descent. We all met by chance in the United States in this way. It's rare to meet someone. By the way, if it's convenient, please give me your mobile phone number so that I can contact you in the future."
Feng Ling said calmly: "I won't leave the phone number, and there's no need to eat. It's just a simple task. You're welcome. If nothing happens, I'll leave first."
After saying that, she turned around and left, not intending to stay any longer.
Because she couldn't explain what was going on, the way the old woman looked at her made her feel particularly uncomfortable. She couldn't explain what the uncomfortable feeling was, but she just instinctively didn't want to continue. She felt uncomfortable staying in such a situation.