Grandson?

Song Anran was confused, took a light step back, avoided the physical contact between the old man and the old lady, and said coldly: "Who are you? I am an orphan, but I have no relatives, don't recognize me!"

The two old men immediately hugged each other with tears in their eyes, choking and crying!

Lily and Xuanxuan also got out of the car and stood beside Song Anran, looking at all this in front of them expressionlessly!

Two middle-aged men and women hurried over with two steps, carefully supported the old man one left and one right, and comforted: "Dad, Mom, don't cry and break your body, it's a happy thing to find someone after all!"

The middle-aged woman turned her head to look at Song Anran, frowned, and shouted in a low voice: "Why are you so rude! This is your long-lost grandparents, I am your aunt, he is your uncle! Why don't you open the door quickly, please let us into the villa! We are already here, waiting for you for almost an hour!"

What is this, is there such a misidentification of relatives?

When his parents died in an accident, although Song Anran was only more than five years old, he already remembered it at that time, and his parents never said that he still had relatives!

Besides, if there were really grandparents, he would not be thrown into the country's welfare system!

"Su Lan, how do you speak!"

The old lady with sideburns like silver glanced at the middle-aged woman reproachfully, wiped her tears, looked at Song Anran lovingly, and said: "This child doesn't know anything, he has lived alone for so many years, and it is inevitable that he will be resistant and wary of us who suddenly appeared!"

"Good boy, we are from the capital, we are indeed your relatives, dear blood relatives, your mother, Cheng Yanhong, is my little daughter!"

Song Anran immediately retorted: "Old man, you must have admitted your mistake! My father's name is Song Ziqiang, and my mother's name is Duan Lexin, and they are not your daughter at all!"

The old lady's tears flowed out again, and she whimpered: "Your mother's real name is Cheng Yanhong, and Duan Lexin is her name that she changed after she ran away from home!

Just outside the courtyard of Chaoyangju, the old lady used her somewhat hoarse voice to tell Song Anran the story of Cheng Yanhong. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the twenty-sixth year, Cheng Yanhong unexpectedly failed the college entrance examination, and her family was very disappointed with her expectations, and she couldn't help but say something too sarcastic. Cheng Yanhong retorted a few words, and between the quarrels, he was beaten by the old lady and his husband!

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yanhong ran away from home that night!

The old lady covered her face and cried, "I always regret that I shouldn't have slapped her at that time! We have been looking for her for several years, but we have not found any news about her!"

"We thought she had been abducted by human traffickers to a certain mountain, or that she had died in an accident......!

The old lady couldn't cry anymore, and she couldn't talk anymore!

The middle-aged man who was holding her with red eyes continued: "Until your news reaches the capital! Song Anran, Master Song with magical qigong, this name also has some popularity in the capital!"

"As soon as your parents saw your picture, they said that they saw the shadow of your little sister on your face, forcing us to investigate your situation! We wanted to deal with it, but we didn't expect that when we saw the photo of your mother's ID card entered in the civil affairs system, we recognized her at a glance as our long-lost little sister, Cheng Yanhong!"

"Tongji, bring it!" the middle-aged man turned his head and shouted!

A young man about the same size as Song Anran ran over and handed the middle-aged man an old thick photo album.

The middle-aged man handed the album to Song Anran again, and said softly: "This is the old album at home, there is your mother on every photo, you can understand it by looking at it!"

Could it be that what the old lady said is true? Are they really relatives?

Song Anran took the album full of doubts and turned the first page!

The photo is old and yellow, it is still a black and white photo, and the image is a little girl of three or four, combing two pigtails, smiling sweetly!

The more back she turns, the older the little girl in the photo is, there are both group photos and solo photos, and the photos have also transitioned from black and white to color!

Song Anran's face became more and more solemn, and as the person in the photo got bigger and bigger, her face became more and more consistent with the face in his mind!

Turning to the last page of the album, the beautiful girl in the photo, wearing a ponytail, a floral dress, sandals, standing in a gazebo, is smiling and waving!

"This is a photo of my little sister going to the park after the college entrance examination! This photo was taken by me, and she was smiling so happily at that time......

The middle-aged man also began to wipe his tears, and he couldn't go on!

Suddenly, the girl in the photo seemed to come to life, raised her hand and said to Song Anran: "Ranran, Ranran, don't run around, I'll wash your dirty hands." I've made your favorite lean porridge! Hurry up, if you don't come again, your dad will drink it all for you!"

"Mom!"

Song Anran couldn't help but shout!

"Song Anran!" Cheng Tongji stepped forward, patted Song Anran's shoulder, and whispered: "This matter is a bit sudden for you, and for us, too!"

"Of course, relying on these photos as evidence alone is still a bit insufficient, and there are some people who are not related by blood, but they can also look very similar! In order not to make mistakes, if you don't mind, I hope to do a DNA test!"

"Tongji, what are you talking nonsense, Song Anran is your cousin!" The middle-aged man was angry and roared angrily!

The old lady on the side, the old man, also glared at him angrily!

Cheng Tongji, who provoked everyone's anger, stepped aside and muttered, "Aren't I afraid of what happens?"

"What if? Duan Lexin's date of birth is the same as your sister-in-law's birth date, and her appearance is exactly the same as your sister-in-law! Duan Lexin is Cheng Yanhong, your sister-in-law, my own sister!"

After yelling at Cheng Tongji, the middle-aged man turned to Song Anran and said in a gentle tone: "Of course, if you want to confirm it by scientific and technological means, I have no opinion! But the result must be obvious!"

Cheng Tongji's words reminded Song Anran that there is Weiwei in his body, which is more accurate than any DNA identification!

He smiled slightly and said, "Everyone came here deliberately, no matter what the result is, let's go to the villa, the temperature outside is quite cold!"

Taking the opportunity to greet everyone, or shake hands, or support, Song Anran had a rough contact with this group of people.

"Brother, my appraisal results, you are not related to these people!"

Wei Wei's words, Song Anran was both disappointed and happy!

He has always longed to have relatives, but after living alone for so long, he really wants to have such a large number of relatives, but he began to worry inexplicably.

Weiwei's words made him secretly relieved, but these people in front of him made him suspicious.

Is their sudden door-to-door confession just a chance coincidence, or is it an elaborate conspiracy?

Song Anran had a false relationship with them, and the two sides unanimously decided to do a DNA test to recognize their relatives!

He ended up taking some of the oral mucosa with a cotton swab and giving it to them!

After Song Anran sent them away, when they returned to the villa, Lily immediately greeted them and asked with concern: "Song Anran, are they really your blood relatives?"

He said lightly: "Who knows, let's look at the DNA identification results in the end!"

This recognition aroused many of Song Anran's thoughts.

He went back to his bedroom and took out a small old iron box from the cloakroom.

This is a box less than thirty centimeters square, which retains the things of his parents, and it is also the only thought that Song Anran has preserved to this day!

He sat on the bed with the box, gently lifted the lid, and looked at the contents with mixed feelings!

There weren't many things inside, including broken mechanical watches, short-sighted glasses, wooden combs, beautiful buttons, silver bracelets and silver necklaces that weren't very valuable, etc.

For Song Anran, the most precious thing is three photos embedded in the frame, one is a photo of his mother, one is his father's, and the last one is a group photo of the three of them.

"Mom, Dad!" Looking at their photos, the few memories that came to Song Anran's mind again!

"Hey......" Xuanxuan, who crept to Song Anran's side, pointed to a photo, and shouted in surprise: "I've seen her!" (To be continued.) )