"Moko!?"

Shizuko exclaimed subconsciously and immediately got up.

"No, wait, what's going on!?"

The same got up, along with everyone present.

At the same time, at the door of the living room, the maid Reina stood there with red eyes, and behind her was Dr. Nagasawa, who also had a complicated expression.

Her long, jet-black hair is delicately combed in a bun at the back of her head and hangs straight down to her silky back. A black and white winter dress, dark brown cowhide boots, and jet-black stockings, all these kinds of clothes are exactly the same as the one who has been sitting here all along.

Moreover, they are exactly the same as their faces.

"Mother. Grandfather, uncle, and aunt and uncle, good afternoon. ”

The new girl nodded at them and smiled, "I'm sorry to scare you." ”

The words fell, and the two girls stood side by side, smiling at each other for a second. But in this way, the contrast is undoubtedly more distinct, because not only do they look exactly the same, but they also wear exactly the same clothes, wear exactly the same accessories, and even the details of their facial expressions are exactly the same.

It's like taking yourself in the mirror directly to the three-dimensional world.

"Mozi, and ...... Nanako? ”

In the end, it was Miyamoto Ryujing who came back to his senses first: "Is it you, Nanako?" ”

At this moment, his voice was so trembling, and he cried like Shizuko simply bursting the embankment, and he didn't want to be patient anymore, so he pounced directly on the two of them!

"My ...... O my children! ”

What a moving scene that must have been? Futaba of the clan stood aside and shed tears sincerely, and he was the person who could understand this atmosphere the most at the scene.

Mrs. Shizuko is a poor person, whether she hides it or anything, and the fact that one of her two daughters disappeared when she was a child is an indisputable fact. And how can the pain of a good mother lose her child in words, and this has nothing to do with how many children she has, of course.

"My ...... My children......"

The scene turned into chaos in an instant, in fact, when Futaba began to tell her story, the scene was already like this, but nothing could compare to the catalytic effect of this scene. Before, even if the Miyamoto people were emotional, they only interrupted her speech many times and kept asking questions. But now, lo and behold, is there anything more that needs to be said by the parties?

Obviously, you don't have to say anything, you don't have to do anything, just make a stop there, and that's enough.

Shizuko was crying, and the others were not like this, anyway, Futaba could see it clearly, that is, the maid Reina had already wailed and cried. This woman in her forties, although she is in a relationship with the driver, still has no children after all, so of course she will regard Mozi as her daughter. So at this time, when she suddenly heard all these things, and witnessed all this kind of everything, how could there be any reason not to cry bitterly?

What was more unexpected was that Miyamoto Ryujing also cried like a child. I don't have much of an impression, that's his sister, it's actually his sister, and at the same time it's a lost niece. Chiyo's grandmother is similar, her husband has been hiding from her, this is not like a certain reasoning, it is a cloned lover, this is his husband's sister, his sister-in-law, and at the same time a granddaughter!

As a result, Futaba and Dr. Nagasawa are constantly responsible for providing facial tissues, and they have to use them for their own use. Anyway, Reina doesn't have the energy, let her provide the tissue, she won't spend a second to use it for herself, who else to provide?

Finally, at last, when the crowd had calmed down a little of their excitement, one of the two sisters spoke.

"Sister Futaba, please give me a piece of paper."

"Eh, okay."

Then the two sisters quickly wiped the tears and snot from their faces, which were all left by their mothers.

"Ahhh......h Really, I'm sorry. ”

Only then did Shizuko realize that something was wrong, and hurriedly brought more tissues: "Nanako, right, which of you is Nanako?" Mom can't tell what exactly the same clothes you wear......"

"That's it, that's it!"

Miyamoto Ryujing shouted from the side: "I can't recognize what kind of clothes you are wearing!" ”

One of the girls, after wiping her mother's tears from her face, said, "Because you never recognized it." ”

"Oh......?"

Miyamoto Ryuteng spoke silently.

Another girl maintained a standard smile: "For the past two years, it has not been Miyamoto Moko who has been appearing in front of your eyes. ”

A fluttering sentence, but the words are round: "It's Qingshan Meidong." ”

There was a long silence.

Shizuko and Chiyo immediately gasped, and then stared at each other between the two girls. Miyamoto Ryujing first widened his eyes, then suddenly slapped his head, and looked back at his nephew. I saw Long Teng and his wife standing slightly back, although they were also surprised, but at the same time they were thoughtful.

"Aoyama...... Beauty...... Winter ......"

Shizuko muttered the name.

"Yes, Midong Aoyama."

One of the girls smiled gently: "As early as the spring break of the previous year, Miyamoto Moko met her sister in Tokyo, and then exchanged identities. In the past two years, the Moko you have seen with your own eyes has actually been played by Midong. Regarding this, in fact, Uncle Longteng, you should be able to detect a little trace, right? ”

Because of this, the Longteng couple are the most calm people on the scene.

"Is that so, Longteng!?"

Long Jing narrowed his eyes: "You already knew that our other child was back!?" ”

"How could that ......?"

Long Teng's voice was very soft, as if he didn't use a little strength: "I just know that since Mozi came back from spring break, she seems to have changed as a person, and after inheriting the position of the head of the family, including her grades in college, it is not at all what Mozi should have been in the past." I've been sighing all along, it turns out that ......"

It turned out that the real Mozi had already been dropped, Shizuko's hands trembled, and it turned out that what he had seen in the past two years was another child he had lost twenty years ago. She suddenly remembered a series of things, too many things, too many things, all of which she wanted to know.

"Midon...... Isn't it, you guys...... No, you...... You've been ...... years."

One of the girls, sighing softly, stepped forward and gently held her mother's palm.

"Yes, Mom, there are so many stories to tell."

She smiled at her and said, "Shall we come a little bit?" ”