Chapter 1942

"Are you really... Her daughter?" Zhuo Yihang frowned slightly, and there was a little doubt on Qingjun's face.

At the beginning of summer, he nodded at seven and was about to answer. Feng Xun's familiar voice came from behind: "little girl, what happened?"

The seventh day of the summer didn't answer. Feng Xun had already come to her side and looked coldly at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of her. He asked in a bad tone: "who are you and why are you here?"

"This is the cemetery. Of course I'm here to sweep the grave!" Zhuo Yihang had a faint smile. After seeing Feng Xun's face, he quickly recognized Feng Xun's identity. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes and politely said, "Mr. Feng, nice to meet you for the first time."

Feng Xun was not surprised that he recognized himself, and did not respond to his words. Instead, he looked down at the silent seventh day of the summer, gently swept her shoulder, and asked in a soft voice: "little girl, what's the matter? What did this man say to you? "

Just as he came from a distance, he vaguely saw that the young man and the little girl didn't know what to say. When he came closer, he found that the little girl's look was not right.

"I have nothing..." Xia Chu Qi shook his head, gave Feng Xun a comforting smile, and explained in a low voice: "he really came to sweep the grave, and you know, he also came to sweep the grave for my mother!"

"Is it?" Feng Xun smell speech, eyes slightly narrow, alert eyes to the young man in front, coldly asked: "who are you, also know my wife's mother?"

"My name is Zhuo, and my name is Yihang..." Zhuo introduced himself briefly, handed the photo to Feng Xun, and explained with a smile: "I'm entrusted by my family to come here to sweep the graves of the people in the photo, so just now I asked this lady, that is your wife, but just now she told me that what I'm looking for is her mother!"

Feng Xun doesn't believe that such a coincidence will happen. With doubts, he takes the photo and looks at it. Seeing that the little girl in the photo looks similar to the little girl, he can't help but change his face.

"Feng Xun, do you think the girl in this picture is the same as my mother's picture when she was a child?" At the beginning of summer seven, he handed the precious photo of his mother to seal. He said with a bitter smile, "it is the same. And this person says his surname is Zhuo. Do you remember what Cecil told us before?"

When she said this, her voice trembled slightly. She and Feng Xun had just made a promise in front of her mother's graveyard that they would help her find her real family as soon as possible, but they didn't expect that there was no place to go, and it would take no effort

This clansman from his mother's family came to the cemetery on the same day to look for his mother's graveyard!

Feng Xun has compared the two photos. It's true that the little girl in the photo is the same person, and the eyebrows and eyes are very similar to the little girl when she was a child. Even the father who gave it to the little girl will surely admit that the two people in the photo are really the little girl's mother!

Zhuo Yihang had some doubts, but Feng Xun's wife Xia Chuqi was in front of him. This excited and unbelievable reaction was not fake, that is to say... Their family thought that their little aunt, who had died long ago, had never died. On the contrary, they still married outside and gave birth to many children?

Although full of doubts, Zhuo Yihang patiently explained: "Mr. Feng, to tell you the truth, I've come to visit my little aunt's grave, but I haven't seen her. I only have this picture of her when she was a child, and my little aunt's name is Zhuo Lingshan, so just now your wife pointed out her mother's tombstone to me, In fact, I have some doubts... "

He said, pausing, pointing to the photo in Feng Xun's hand: "if it wasn't for your wife who gave me the photo, it must be the same person, even my little aunt, I can't believe it!"

Feng Xun frowned slightly, looked at the two photos silently, and looked up at the young man named Zhuo Yihang in front of him.

This man, between the eyebrows, really has something in common with the little girl, maybe it is caused by some blood ties... However, this Zhuo Yihang, as a Zhuo family member, has never appeared before, but suddenly appears at this time, which still makes him have to worry!

"Feng Xun..." at the seventh day of the summer, seeing that he had not opened his mouth, he gently pulled his sleeve.

Feng Xun held her hand placidly, and the Zhuo Yihang in front of her said faintly: "Mr. Zhuo, I really want to know that you or your people don't know the news about my wife and mother, how do you know that her cemetery is in this place?"

"It's also a coincidence that I didn't investigate this matter..." Zhuo Yihang shook his head and said with an apologetic smile: "I also accepted the family's instructions to come here. In fact, no one is sure. I just want to have a try. My little aunt has been missing for several years, and people in the family all know that she is in danger. But after so many years, she still hasn't given up completely, So if you find a clue, send me directly! "

He gave a wry smile and said in a low voice, "I know you two have doubts about my identity, but I'm here today just to sweep the grave. I don't have any other ideas!"

On the seventh day of the summer, he took a look at Zhuo Yihang and said in a low voice, "look at her. I believe my mother's spirit in heaven will be very happy. Finally, some people can find her..."

Zhuo Yihang nodded with a smile, went to the tombstone, bowed to his mother on the seventh day of the summer, carefully put the flowers in his hand, and said in a low voice: "little aunt, we thought you would die when you were young, but we didn't expect that you would live in a place we didn't know, and you would get married and have children. If they were alive, they would cry with joy..."

The seventh day of the summer stood by and watched Zhuo Yihang say something to his mother's tombstone. His heart was full of sadness and his eyes dropped quietly.

"Little girl..." Feng Xun didn't say much, just hugged her silently.

When Zhuo Yihang finished his tomb sweeping, he was relieved to see that Feng Xun and the seventh day of the summer had not left. He asked them in a low voice: "excuse me, how did my little aunt die? I see that the time of her death is written on the tombstone. It's 20 years since now. At that time, my little aunt should be in her prime of life... "

On the seventh day of the summer, Feng Xun and he looked at each other. Then Feng Xun said in a low voice, "it's a long story. I'm afraid I can't explain it to you for a while and a half..."