"Stop, stop!!"

Xia Hong excitedly slapped Luo Zhan who was driving. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The corner of Luo Zhan's eyes twitched, and he could only pull the car to the side of the road and stop.

Xia Hong got out of the car, Qin Xiaoyu's appearance shocked her even more, this was clearly the first time she saw An Luo more than 20 years ago, and her tears instantly flowed even more.

Qin Xiaoyu looked at Xia Hong and Luo Zhan who got out of the car in some surprise, and why did Xia Hong burst into tears when she saw her.

Luo Zhan walked around to Xia Hong, looked at Xia Hong's gaffe, frowned, and did not speak.

"An Luo, Luo Luo......" Xia Hong muttered again, knowing that this was not An Luo, but she still couldn't help but want to step forward and get close.

Luo Zhan heard Xia Hong's name calling Chu out of his mouth this time, and was stunned for a moment, the child they were looking for, the mother was called An Luo.

Qin Xiaoyu was stunned as she watched this beautiful aunt walk up to her, and she didn't know why, when Xia Hong called An Luo, the pathos in her tone made her heart ache and want to cry.

Xia Hong is over fifty years old, but she is very well maintained, she looks like she is about forty, her still beautiful facial features have not been corroded by the years, and the sadness and sadness between her eyebrows and eyes are difficult to hide, which Luo Zhan has never seen, his mother has always been well protected, and she has never been so out of shape.

Xia Hong stood in front of Qin Xiaoyu, her hand raised, but she slid over Qin Xiaoyu's head, that year, in the teacher's house, when she first saw her little sister An Luo, she was also so tall and so thin.

"Auntie, what's wrong with you? I'm not called An Luo, my name is Qin Xiaoyu" Qin Xiaoyu couldn't help but speak.

Xia Hong's eyes immediately flashed with surprise: "Is your father's name Qin Han?" Mom's name is Anluo? ”

Qin Xiaoyu shook his head, pursed the corners of his mouth and whispered, "My father's name is Qin Zhenhua, and my mother's name is Feng Yuzhen." ”

Xia Hong didn't seem to believe it, took half a step back, pulled away a little, and looked at Qin Xiaoyu's facial features carefully, this was clearly An Luo, and there seemed to be Qin Han's shadow between his eyebrows.

Luo Zhan took two steps over, gently held Xia Hong's arm, and reminded: "Mom, you recognize the wrong person, I know this child, and her family is from this town." ”

Xia Hong felt her gaffe at this time, yes, An Luo has been dead for almost fifteen years, and this child looks at it only twelve or thirteen, how can it be An Luo? It can't be an Anlo's child.

Luo Zhan's gaze towards Qin Xiaoyu became deep, and for the first time, he was selfish, Qin Xiaoyu was the child of Qin Zhenhua's family, it must be!

Luo Zhan thought about it, and used some force to hold Xia Hong's arm: "Mom, let's go in, I applied for a house in the family home, you go and see, there is anything else that needs to be cleaned up." ”

Turning his head and saying to Qin Xiaoyu, "Let's go home quickly after school, it's dark in a while, and it's time for a curfew." ”

Qin Xiaoyu hurriedly took two steps back and whispered, "Goodbye, Uncle Luo." After saying that, he trotted away.

Xia Hong looked at Qin Xiaoyu's shadow running away before retracting her eyes, how could there be someone in the world who looked so similar? When his mentor An Zhilu died, he never refused to close his eyes, he kept waiting, waiting for his favorite little daughter to come home, how many years, no one dared to tell An Zhilu that An Luo was dead.

When An Luo first left home, the old man stood at the mouth of the alley every dusk, looking forward to his little daughter still jumping home with pigtails like when she was a child.

Pointing to the deer as a horse, subverting the ten years of life, as a scholar, he received the most cruel treatment, and finally couldn't survive all kinds of destruction and died in a leaky grass hut.

An Zhiwei also has two sons, and he drew a clear line with him early, and when An Lao died, he didn't show up, it was Luo Jingnian who came out and buried the teacher with a few students.

Xia Hong will always remember that An Lao's eyes were full of despair and expectation.

Luo Zhan looked at Xia Hong, who was much lower in interest, and pursed his thin lips, he never knew that his mother and An Luo knew each other, it seems that they still have a deep relationship, but now is not the time to ask.

When she arrived at the family home, Xia Hong drank a glass of boiling water after entering the house, calmed down a little, sighed, and said to Luo Zhan: "Ah Zhan, I still want to see that child again." ’

Luo Zhan's brows furrowed, and he was silent for a moment before he said, "Mom, you recognized the wrong person, let's not disturb that child." ”

Xia Hong looked at Luo Zhan and did not speak again.

Luo Zhan made dinner for Xia Hong, ate the meal, and boiled water for Xia Hong to take a bath.

While Xia Hong was taking a bath in the house, Luo Zhan stood under the poplar tree in the family courtyard, lighting one cigarette after another.

If Qin Xiaoyu is the person he is looking for above, it seems that it is easy to explain now, this girl herself has a lot of secrets, and she is carefully covering it up every time, after all, she is a child, how can she resist the investigation of someone with a heart.

There was also Qin Zhenhua's sudden entrustment that day, he said that Qin Xiaoyu was different from ordinary children, and if there was something, he could hope that he could take care of Qin Xiaoyu

Luo Zhan's chest suddenly felt irritable and depressed, and he took a few puffs of cigarette hard.

Xia Hong simply scrubbed her body and came out to find Luo Zhan, she calmed down and thought about it, but she was still unwilling.

When he went out, he saw Luo Zhan standing under the tree, staring at the remnant sun in the western sky with his brows tightly locked, and the expression on his face looked obscure under the reflection of the sunset sky.

The son had something on his mind, Xia Hong could feel it very clearly, and walked to Luo Zhan's side gently.

"Ah Zhan, you said you know that child, how old is that child?"

"Fourteen or fifteen."

Xia Hong was a little surprised, how could a girl in the fourteenth or fifteenth year be so thin and small, and she looked like An Luo when she was twelve years old.

Qin Xiaoyu didn't expect to meet Xia Hong again at the school gate when he was out of school.

Xia Hong took advantage of Luo Zhan to go to the camp, asked the military sister-in-law next door, and found the middle school in the town.

If she doesn't give up, she will definitely see this child again, even if she doesn't, looking at the same appearance is also a comfort.

Xia Hong tried her best to stabilize her emotions, looked at Qin Xiaoyu gently, and had a kind smile between her eyebrows.

"Son, can I say a few words to you?"

Qin Xiaoyu nodded, this is Uncle Luo Zhan's mother, but if she asked her to call grandma, she couldn't shout, because Xia Hong was too young, she seemed a few years younger than Feng Yuzhen, and it didn't seem appropriate to call her grandma.

Xia Hong looked left and right, and saw that there were too many people at the school gate, and pointed to the big locust tree on the side: "Let's go over there and say, shall we?" ”

Qin Xiaoyu nodded again, she was still struggling with what to call her, auntie or grandma?

Standing still under the tree, Xia Hong looked at Qin Xiaoyu's tangled little face, and her voice softened a little: "Child, how old are you?" What is your name? ”

"Fifteen, it's called Qin Xiaoyu."

"What's your birthday?"

Qin Xiaoyu was stunned, but still answered the original owner's birthday date: "March." ”

Xia Hong was excited again, March, March, An Luo died in March.