I walked through the scattered crowd towards the gate of the appraisal center, and I always felt that the girl named Zhu Ping was a little familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere. The moment she looked up as she threw the money, I could see her face clearly, with her round face, delicate eyebrows, and a black mole on her left eyebrow.www.biquge.info "Black moles?" I thought to myself. Suddenly, I had in my mind the image of a woman holding the hand of a girl, which is a picture that often appears in my dreams, the girl has the same round face as Zhu Ping, and there is a black mole on her left eyebrow. I always thought I saw a ghost, but I didn't expect what I saw when I was a child to be real. I think this girl named Zhu Ping must have something to do with me, and I want to tell my father about it right away.

Thinking of this, I took a taxi on the side of the road and went directly to the unit to find my father. My dad was writing a report in his office and he was surprised by my arrival. "What's going on? What's wrong with your mother? He asked. I shook my head and told him what had happened at the entrance of the identification center.

"Are you sure that the girl named Zhu Ping is the one you saw when you were a child?" He asked. "Yes, even though she has grown up, the mole on her left eyebrow and her eyes are exactly the same as they were then, and I suspect everything must have something to do with her." I said.

I stared at my father eagerly, his brows furrowed in deep thought. "Good daughter, you go back first, let me check all this, I must find out who is pretending to be a ghost behind my house all these years!" Dad said to me, "And don't go there for a paternity test yet, let's go to Shanghai for a test." "Okay, Dad, I'll go back then." Dad smiled and patted me on the shoulder and sent me out of the office.

In the evening, Dad came home. He brought back the news that the girl named Zhu Ping had worked in this appraisal center three years ago. And my father and mother also went to the testing center three years ago to do a paternity test. Dad is now very skeptical of the original results, but the question is why she did this, to give us a copy of the results.

Dad and I went into Mom's bedroom, and he told her what had happened to me today, and he told Mom about his suspicions. After hearing this, my mother was silent for a while, and she said very calmly: "If you want to be wrong, your share of the result is wrong, and my share must be right." "Yanhua, why are you so sure? Why isn't your share wrong? Dad was a little angry, and his tone was a little tough. I looked down at my mother's haggard face, and my heart felt sad. "That's what I saw with my own eyes. The doctor who broke my stomach lifted my baby to me, and I saw how cute her small, red face and curly hair were. The doctor smiled and said to me, "Do you want to see with your own eyes how your daughter died?" Do you want to taste the loss of a loved one? Then she took a scalpel and slit her daughter's throat with a single stroke, and my poor daughter went away without a word. I'll never forget that devilish smile on her face! "Yanhua, will this be the halluciation of your dystocia in the first place! She wasn't the only one in the operating room, there were other people, wouldn't the others stop it when they saw it? And when you are pushed out, your daughter is at your feet, if she kills her daughter, how can she find another baby to exchange for in such a short time? Dad asked. I knew you didn't believe me. But all of this is what I have seen and heard with my own eyes, and what I say is true. Mom's eyes were firmly on Dad. It's a pity that the doctor is dead, otherwise you can ask her, what the hell is going on? I looked at their expressions, and I was really afraid that they would argue, so I whispered away from the topic. In any case, I must carefully check the details of this Zhu Ping, and what is the relationship between us and us. Dad said. Yes, for the past twenty years, I have been trying to find the plot to kill my daughter. Mom said. Either way, the child is innocent, and you treat her slightly better in the future. "Dad put my hand on Mom's, and her hand hesitated, but slowly retracted." I'm tired, you guys get out. She didn't look at me, just whispered. I know that it is an eternal knot in her heart, and if I don't untie it, she will never treat me as a daughter!