In front of the screen.
Song Bai stared at the old woman on the screen, his eyes filled with gloom.
The eldest sister-in-law hung up the phone and hurried over, looking at Song Bai and Old Master Song. "The information from the police is that Su Hui and Bai Zhonghui's testimonies are the same. Su Hui's mother Su Zhang Lin, passed away many years ago."
"But I had the Bai Family steward find a photo album that Bai Zheming treasured. There was a photo in the album of Su Zhang Lin holding Jiang Mingxi."
The older sister-in-law handed over the photo.
The woman in the photo is in her thirties, and her features are remarkably similar to those of the elderly woman on the screen who looks to be in her sixties.
Zhao Jiayuan and Chen Chong were able to spot the birthmark on the arm of the scarred man in the courtyard, even though the Song Family, who were watching the live stream, didn't notice it. They also heard Zhao Ke and Zhao Jiayuan whispering to each other behind them.
The man's arm did indeed resemble the one on Bai Zheming's father's arm.
Old Master Song stroked his Big Head. "We can't keep this from Bai Zheming anymore. Xiaoxi was too young when the accident happened. It's already incredible that a three-year-old could remember so much; it's impossible for her to remember anything more."
The reason they kept it from Bai Zheming before was that they were afraid Bai Zheming wouldn't be able to handle the disappointment if the verification of the other party's identity failed.
But now...
Old Master Song sighed and instructed Song Bai, "Go and inform Bai Zheming, and also let Mr. Gong know."
Song Bai responded and went to call Bai Zheming, who was being held up by Gong Wang with official business.
Two minutes later.
Bai Zheming stood in front of the screen with a livid face.
Looking at the old lady surrounded by people on the screen.
So much time had passed that he could barely remember what Su Zhang Lin looked like, but the sight of the man with burn scars all over his face and the birthmark on his drooping arm made Bai Zheming's heart tremble violently.
His father had one exactly the same.
"If she is Su Zhang Lin..." Bai Zheming clenched his fist, staring at the screen, "Regardless of whether the person in the yard is my father or not, Xiaoxi is in danger now!"
Su Hui could target Jiang Mingxi in Bridgehead Village, and even drive her car to run over Jiang Mingxi at the film and television base. If this woman is Su Zhang Lin, Su Hui's mother, what would she do?
Upon hearing Bai Zheming's words, everyone's expression changed drastically.
Song Bai hurriedly took out his phone and called Song Lan.
Only then did I reach for my phone.
On the screen.
Song Lan and Jiang Mingxi entered the courtyard one after the other.
Just as Zhao Jiayuan helped the old lady sit down in a rattan chair in the yard, Zhao Ke saw Jiang Mingxi and Song Lan come in and hurriedly went over to greet them, trying to pull Jiang Mingxi and Song Lan outside to talk.
Let me tell you about the birthmark.
The old lady looked at Jiang Mingxi and exclaimed, "Oh my, isn't this the child I've been thinking about? I was just talking about him. I watch your variety show all the time, and I really like this child. He's so handsome!"
The old lady, who had just fallen and was sore on her bottom that she could barely stand and had to be supported by Zhao Jiayuan, got up and walked towards Jiang Mingxi as soon as Jiang Mingxi came in and started talking.
The old woman's son looked at her in shock.
When did his mom start watching the live variety show?
How could he not know?
As she spoke, the old lady walked up to Jiang Mingxi, looked at Jiang Mingxi with a loving expression, and reached out to take Jiang Mingxi hand.
Everyone watching from outside the screen shuddered.
"Holy crap!" Song Bai hurriedly dialed Song Lan's number.
Bai Zheming quickly took out his phone and called Jiang Mingxi.
Song Lan and Jiang Mingxi found out that the kindergarten student's family lived here while they were sweeping the yard. Jiang Mingxi was curious and wanted to see what the student's mother looked like, so she came directly to the kindergarten.
Unexpectedly, upon entering, I saw Director Zhou from the kindergarten there.
Before that strange feeling could even arise, the old woman came over and said she liked him and stuff.
Jiang Mingxi quickly greeted her, "Thank you for liking it, Grandma."
Song Lan's phone vibrated in his pocket, and he reached for it to answer.
Just as Song Lan Song Lan into his pocket, the old lady grabbed his hand, smiling. She seemed a little confused, or perhaps a little unsteady, and leaned towards Song Lan.
Song Lan's hand, which was reaching for her phone, changed direction, and she instinctively reached out to help the old lady.
He helped the old lady to her feet, and she looked at Jiang Mingxi with a smile, "Knowing you were coming to record a show, I specially steamed osmanthus cake for you last night. You must have some. I'm old, and I just enjoy watching you young people."
"Damn it! Is she doing this on purpose?!" Song Bai watched helplessly as Song Lan missed the call, gritting his teeth in anger, and was about to call again.
Old Master Song said, "Let the director do it; I'm afraid none of them can handle it."
Song Bai nodded quickly.
on site.
The old lady adored Jiang Mingxi, her eyes glued to him. "I steamed the osmanthus cake for ages."
As she spoke, she opened the lid of a steamer basket on the stone table in the courtyard, revealing plump, white osmanthus cakes inside, topped with yellow osmanthus jam.
The old lady picked one up with her chopsticks and handed it to Jiang Mingxi, her face full of affection. "Poor thing, have one. It's sweet. Eat it, try it. You won't think I'm unclean, will you? I steamed it with great care."
[Holy crap, this is giving me the creeps, it feels so weird, but I can't quite put my finger on it.]
[What's so strange about that? Just because you city folks are indifferent doesn't mean we villagers are. There are many old ladies like that in the village; they're very kind and like to share their homemade food with others.]
[But she just fell, wasn't she in so much pain she couldn't stand up?]
[But she also said she really likes Jiang Mingxi, and she was just asking Zhao Ke and Zhao Jiayuan about Jiang Mingxi. There's nothing wrong with her planning to eat with her, right?]
"She's Su Zhang Lin!" Bai Zheming stared at the steamer of osmanthus cakes, then suddenly gasped in shock, turning to yell at Song Bai, "Did you get through?! Quick! We can't let Xiaoxi eat them!"
When Xiaoxi was little, she loved eating osmanthus cake.
During the time Su Zhang Lin worked at his house, he would steam water for Xiaoxi every few days.
Bai Zheming was trembling with anxiety, his voice hoarse, "Did you get through? Hurry!"
Song Bai dialed the director's number, but there was no answer for a long time.
Jiang Mingxi smiled as she accepted the osmanthus cake the old lady offered, smelled it, and exclaimed, "It smells so good! Grandma has such wonderful skills!"
Jiang Mingxi, still concerned about Xiaoxi, glanced at Teacher Zhou and asked the old lady, " Teacher Zhou said your grandson's name is Xiaoxi? My name is also Xiaoxi, the 'Xi' in 'stream.' What about him?"
The old lady smiled kindly, "Our Xiaoxi is also named after a stream. He loves my osmanthus cake. Why don't you try some?"
She urged him on.
The old lady's son looked at his mother with a puzzled expression; their family never ate osmanthus cake!
What's wrong with his mom today?
As they were talking, Teacher Zhou whispered to him, "You two keep talking, I'm going in to check on Xiaoxi's mother."
Teacher Zhou walked into the house as she spoke.
Seeing that Teacher Zhou was about to enter the house, the old lady urged Jiang Mingxi anxiously, "Try it quickly, it was made especially for you, try it."
Unable to resist the old man's eagerness, Jiang Mingxi took a bite.