Feng Ling didn't understand what the two men were saying, and when he saw them walking towards the small living room here, he quickly left the door and pretended to look at the patterns on the nearby wall.

The two men passed behind her and stopped.

The wind spirit was a little nervous, and just pretended not to hear.

"Hello." The old woman greeted the wind spirit in Mandarin.

The Wind Spirit turned around and found that the old woman was the one he had seen on Line 16. She changed into a dress, and she was still full of ethnic flavor, and she couldn't tell which nationality it was.

Pa Zhuo was dressed very normally, and his skin was fair, no different from that of the Han Chinese.

Her eyes were very deep, like blue skies and white clouds in a clear sky.

The wind spirit lowered his eyes and looked at the blanket on the ground, afraid to look at Pazhuo's eyes, and Mo Ming let his heart soak in the lake, which would soon overflow the embankment.

"Kid, can you let me take a closer look at your body?" Pa Zhuo asked cautiously, her Mandarin was standard.

"Where is this?" The wind spirit changed the subject and did not agree.

"This is the Tibet Mansion in Xujiahui." Pazzo replied.

"Who are you?" Wind Spirit asked.

"We are from Ganzi Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture in Sichuan. Do you remember there? Pazo's voice choked up.

The Wind Spirit shook his head.

"I have a daughter who was stolen on the day of her third birthday, and she has a red mole like you on her ear, and she wears a bracelet like yours on her hand, and she has a purple orchid birthmark on her right shoulder. Her voice was like the cry of a nightingale bird in the mountains.

The wind spirit's heart shook violently in the lake, and the water had already overflowed.

I had a premonition of something, and I began to understand why the old woman was interested in her, why she took a taxi and followed her.

"Don't be afraid, I just want to see you." Pazzo said, reaching out and touching the red mole on her earlobe.

Her whole body trembled, but she didn't refuse, didn't retreat, and buried her head lower.

Is this man really his mother?

Dolma turned behind her and gently lifted the hem of her shirt to see the birthmark, tears welling up in her eyes.

She rested her head on the head of the wind spirit, put her arm around the wind spirit, and said with joy and sorrow, "It is indeed my Jin Dunzhu, my poor daughter."

The wind spirit stood still, and she felt it was more like a dream.

My mom? Her nose was hot, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Dunzhu, I'm so happy." Pazzo said apologetically, "I'm sorry, we only met today." I've always missed you. ”

It turned out that more than 20 years ago, there was a couple who could not have children and went to the Murdo Temple in Murdo Mountain to worship the Thousand-Armed Guanyin for a child.

The wind spirit fell asleep in Pazo's palanquin, and Pazo left her alone in the temple.

Originally, there was someone to take care of the sedan chair, but that person happened to be in a hurry to urinate, and when he left, he saw that Feng Ling was sleeping soundly, thinking that it would be okay to go away.

The caretaker left, and the wind spirit woke up.

She climbed out of the sedan chair, and there was no one by the sedan chair, so she cried and looked for her mother everywhere.

When the couple saw that she was so cute, they said that they would take her to their mother and secretly took her home.

Pazhuo sent people to look for Kim Dunzhu.

The streets and alleys of the entire Ganzi Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture are plastered with portraits of wind spirits, and postscripts say that whoever finds the daughter of Peacock Valley Pazhuo, Jin Dunzhu, will be rewarded.

The couple, who were also from Ganzi Prefecture, soon saw the poster and were nervous and surprised.