Yang Chenxi asked his grandma: "Grandma, when I brought it back, were there any marks?"
Grandma shook her head gently: "No."
“In those years, everyone used the same fabric.”
"She is wrapped in a pillow towel. Anyone who has a pillow towel at home uses the same style."
"At that time, I didn't see anyone pregnant with a baby in the village."
When he was at a loss, Yang Chenxi found Zhou Zhimo: "My mother is sick, and the doctor said she needs the bone marrow of a relative."
"My sister's and mine are not suitable."
He looked at Zhou Zhimo: "I just realized that my mother is the child that grandma and the others picked up."
"Now I'm looking for my mother's other relatives. Grandma said she doesn't know anything."
"Is there any way you can find out about this kind of thing?"
Zhou Zhimo pursed his lips, pondered for a moment and said to Yang Chenxi, "Have you ever thought of a possibility?"
"That is, your mother, could she be grandma Tang Jiaojiao's child?"
Yang Chenxi opened his eyes wide, and the whites of his eyes became bigger. He was obviously surprised: "This is no joke."
"My mother was abandoned in the village."
"Besides, grandma said, but no one in the village is pregnant."
"If it's what you said, she's pregnant. There's no way no one will notice."
"Moreover, the social atmosphere at that time was so strict. Who would she, an unmarried educated youth, have a child with?"
At the end, Yang Chenxi's voice became weaker and weaker, and he lacked confidence.
Zhou Zhimo told him: "If you want to find out, just ask Liu Yuqin himself."
"Then, do a DNA test and everything will be clear."
"If your mother is really the child she abandoned back then, she knows it very well."
Zhou Zhimo already had a clear answer in his heart, ready to come out.
He felt that Yang Chenxi's mother was Liu Yuqin's child.
As for the child's father, he is probably someone in the village.
This also explains why when he went to inquire about Maple Bay, Liu Yuqin panicked and knocked over the water glass.
Mr. Wu also said that when he returned home after drinking, he heard the sound of men having sex and women having sex in Liu Yuqin's house.
Yang Chenxi sat on a chair, lowered his head and meditated. He was very conflicted.
Right now, it is crucial to find the mother's biological parents.
The only hope seems to point to Liu Yuqin.
But Yang Chenxi couldn't face the family who indirectly killed his younger brother.
Zhou Zhimo looked at the time and said to him: "Let's go, I'll go and talk about Liu Yuqin's tone."
"You won't show up for now."
After saying that, Zhou Zhimo stood up, took his mobile phone and car keys and left.
Yang Chenxi looked at him gratefully: "Thank you."
Zhou Zhimo went to Tang Jiaojiao's house, while Yang Chenxi went to attend to his own business.
When they arrived at the place, Zhou Zhimo knocked on the door and after asking around, he found out that Liu Yuqin had gone back to the old house.
He asked for the address and followed it.
The old house is located in a small yard near the row of old houses by the river embankment.
Zhou Zhimo knocked the door knocker, and after a while, Liu Yuqin slowly walked over and opened the far door.
When he saw it was him, he let him in.
Zhou Zhimo looked at Liu Yuqin who looked a little haggard, with green and black eyes around his eyes. He expected that the old lady had also been mentally and physically exhausted these past few days.
Sitting in the yard, with the cool breeze, it is very comfortable.
Zhou Zhimo asked Liu Yuqin: "Old lady, I came to you today to confirm something."
Liu Yuqin glanced at him, her eyes evasive, feeling uneasy.
Zhou Zhimo knew that what he said next would make the old lady suffer even more, but he had to say it.
He tried to slow down his tone: "Yang Chenlin's mother was just diagnosed with leukemia in the hospital."
"The family has already done the matching, but the two children were not successfully matched with her."
"Her mother, the old man, was told by doctors that they were not related by blood."
Zhou Zhimo looked at Liu Yuqin who lowered his head and said nothing: "When the educated youth went to the countryside, you were in Maple Bay."
"Tang Jiaojiao and Yang Chenlin are related by blood. Isn't this a coincidence?"
Zhou Zhimo asked cruelly: "Mother Yang Chenlin, is she your daughter?"
Liu Yuqin suddenly raised her head and looked at Zhou Zhimo anxiously, her mouth trembling: "No, it's not."
"Not really, no way."
Zhou Zhimo continued: "Grandpa Yang Chen and Grandma Lin have nothing to do in their lives. They picked up this daughter on the road in the village."
"I checked the information and you happened to be in Maple Bay when that woman was born."
Zhou Zhimo paused and continued: "Now, she needs the bone marrow of her loved ones to save her life."
"Their family is already having a hard time with the white-haired person sending the black-haired person."
"Although Yang Chenlin was not killed by Tang Jiaojiao, she did not kill Boren, but Boren died because of her."
"Can you bear to see a family in such dire straits?"
Two lines of tears were left on Liu Yuqin's old face: "I can't save her!"
"Please come back."
"This matter has been going on for decades, and I don't want to bring it up again."
"I now have children and grandchildren, and I cannot ignore them."
"I can't let them be affected by my own ignorance."
Zhou Zhimo didn't want to give up: "Then can you bear to let them and their family pay for your mistake?"
He hesitated and asked: "Who is that woman's father?"
"It's okay if you don't want to come forward. You have to give her hope and show her a way to live."
Liu Yuqin wiped her tears painfully and replied calmly: "Don't ask any more questions."
"I've forgotten what happened decades ago."
"Just think that this is her life..."
Seeing no results, Zhou Zhimo had no choice but to get up and leave.
Zhou Zhimo contacted Yang Chenxi and told him the result with a frown.
Yang Chenxi's face became more sad: "Is there no hope?"
Zhou Zhimo persuaded him: "Listen to Liu Yuqin, the relationship between your mother and her daughter should not be wrong."
"She was just escaping from this reality and even moved to the old yard by herself."
"I was thinking that it might be useful for your mother to go there."
Yang Chenxi looked up at Zhou Zhimo, somewhat hesitant.
Zhou Zhimo told him: "In the face of life, dignity and stubbornness have no effect."
"What's more, no one knows the truth about what happened back then."
"This is the best hope you have in front of you to save your mother."
"I know you care about your brother, but right now, the living must continue to move forward."
Yang Chenxi was moved and finally nodded: "I'll go back and tell my mother."
"I guess this may not be possible."
He sighed softly: "My mother has never been to the city a few times in her life. She is at home every day when she gets up."
"Tell her this now, I don't know what she will think."
"What's more, if you have to ask others, they may not be able to help you."
