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Xia Dong's brain suddenly flashed a light. She suddenly opened her eyes and stared at Fu Chenghai, her voice trembling, "Uncle Fu, is that you? Uncle Fu? "

Fu Chenghai and the old woman froze at the same time.

Xia Dong suddenly stood up and grabbed Fu Chenghai's hands. "Uncle Fu, I'm Xia Xia. Xia Dong, do you remember me?"

Fu Chenghai's face turned white suddenly, and he stroked Xia Dong's hand away with his hands at a loss. "This, this, I don't know what you're talking about --"

Xia Dong said excitedly, "Uncle Fu, I remember you. You must be uncle Fu. We used to live in the same courtyard. You often set up a stall for my mother. My mother's name is Xia Ling. Do you remember?"

Fu Chenghai stood numb, his lips moved, and didn't say a word for a long time.

"Uncle Fu, what's the matter with you?" As like as two peas in the past, he has already identified Fu Dahai as a twenty year old man. Although he is old now, he has a shadow in his eyes and his movements are exactly the same as before.

Fu Chenghai turned his head rigidly, looked at the old woman who was also standing there, sighed deeply in his heart, squeezed out a smile on his face, pretended to be surprised and said, "Xia Xia Xia, it's you. It's really a woman's eighteen changes. I haven't recognized it yet."

Xia Dong smiled, "Uncle Fu, I didn't expect you to change your name. I haven't seen you for many years. How are you? "

"Good, good, good." Fu Chenghai hurriedly replied, and then winked at the old woman, "old companion, hurry to the kitchen. It's getting late."

Xia Donglian hurriedly said, "aunt, let me help you."

Fu Chenghai stopped her, "no, no, just let your aunt do it. You are a guest today. Sit down and chat with uncle."

The old woman picked up the bag of vegetables and walked silently to the kitchen.

Xia Dong poured Fu Chenghai a cup of tea and said, "Uncle Fu, I think my aunt looks familiar. Did she also live in our alley before?"

Fu Chenghai burst into a cold sweat on his forehead and smiled uneasily, "no, she was known after I moved away later."

Xia Dong asked, "by the way, I haven't asked you why you moved away from the quadrangle. Didn't you live well?"

Fu Chenghai looked a little embarrassed and hesitated, "back then, when I was good to your mother and daughter, many people gossip, so I moved away."

That year, Xia Ling was abandoned by Xia Zhensheng. She took her daughter and put up a snack stand. Fu Chenghai saw that their mother and daughter were poor and came to help almost every day. Finally, Xia Ling rented a facade and opened a small restaurant. He simply closed the repair shop and went to the small restaurant to help her.

At that time, they worked under the same roof and lived in the same quadrangle, which really attracted a lot of criticism. Even young Xia and Dong thought he would become his stepfather, but at that time, he suddenly moved out of the quadrangle.

Soon after, Xia Ling's restaurant was smashed. Soon after, she set a fire and burned herself in the room.

Since then, Xia Dong has never seen Fu Chenghai again. I didn't expect to see him today.

Her mood is very complex, both happy and sad, because seeing uncle Fu always makes her think of her mother involuntarily.

Fu Chenghai coughed and interrupted Xia Dong's memory, "Xia Xia, how are you these years?"

Xia Dong smiled, "very good. I'm now the mother of four children. You've met Xiaoyi's three brothers and sisters, and a little daughter, only a few months old."

Fu Chenghai nodded happily and asked, "is your husband good to you?"

Xia Dong smiled more, "very good."

Fu Chenghai repeatedly said "good" and sighed, "time flies. In those years, you were only so high." he stretched out his hand and compared in the air. "Now, there are children. Alas, we are old, too. "

Xia Dong is also filled with emotion and questions, "Uncle Fu, how did you move here?"

Fu Chenghai was stunned and said slowly, "when your mother died, I didn't work in the city. I simply moved to the countryside, planted land and raised chickens. It's good to live so quietly."

Unconsciously, they talked for more than half an hour. The old woman called Fu Chenghai's name in the kitchen.

Fu Chenghai said with a smile, "your aunt has finished the meal. You do it first. I'll help set the dishes."

During the meal, Fu Chenghai warmly asked her and lengxue to eat more, and also helped them hold a bowl of steaming chicken soup.

The chicken soup tastes delicious. After swallowing it, there is a little sweet taste between lips and teeth. If you don't pay attention, you can't feel it at all.

Xia Dong changed her face.

When she was young as like as two peas, she always love to add a little medlar and dates. The smell of the chicken soup is exactly the same as the chicken soup. Even though she hasn't drunk in many years, she still remember this familiar smell.

Her fingers trembled, the spoon in her hand fell into the bowl, and her heart almost stopped beating. She stared at the old woman's face for a moment. Although she was much older and had scars on her face, she was vaguely similar to Xia Ling in her youth.

She couldn't believe her eyes, her mouth opened slightly and wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked by cotton and couldn't say anything.

"Xia Xia, what's the matter with you?" Fu Chenghai asked anxiously when he saw that her face was ugly and pale.

There was also a touch of worry in the old woman's eyes.

Xia Dong's eyelashes trembled, and tears quickly gathered in her eyes. A tear slipped from her eyes and fell into the bowl of chicken soup. She opened her mouth and cried out, "Mom --"

The old woman's body suddenly froze and her chopsticks fell to the ground.

Xia Dong threw himself on her, hugged her tightly and burst into tears, "Mom, you're still alive, aren't you?"

The old woman let her hold her, slowly closed her eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm not your mother. You recognize the wrong person."

"No, I didn't recognize the wrong person. You are my mother. Only my mother knows that I like sweet scented osmanthus wine balls. Only my mother's chicken soup with medlar and Jujube... Mom, don't hide it from me anymore. I'm your daughter. How can you hide it from me?" Xia Dong cried so sad that she seemed to cry out all the grievances she had suffered over the years.

Two tears ran down the old woman's closed eyes. She shook her head and denied, "I'm not. Your mother is dead!"

Xia Dong held her shoulder, stared at her dimly with tearful eyes, and shouted, "when there was a fire, I didn't find your bones at all. Don't lie to me again! Why? Why don't you admit it, mom? Do you know how sad I am? Why did you abandon me? "