After a while, Song Qinghan suddenly said: "Why don't you go find the place where I used to live?"
"This is where they took you away ten years ago?" I asked.
Song Qinghan nodded excitedly and said, "The people there are very kind to me, and the second grandma among them treats me as her own granddaughter."
"Her son died in the war and was helpless. I will often visit her."
"She had just turned seventy when I left. She is probably in her eighties now."
At the end of the sentence, Song Qinghan's voice dropped significantly.
"Everyone will be safe." I comforted.
She muttered: "I hope so."
We followed her impressions and mysterious feelings, and finally found a place in a small town in northern Ontario.
It was almost noon when we found it.
Although this town has been renovated a long time ago, there are still traces of its past.
Her face of joy was mixed with a hint of apprehension, and she wanted to stop a passerby and ask about the situation, but she had no idea.
While walking, Song Qinghan seemed to see something.
A middle-aged woman is sitting at the door of her home, lowering her head to choose vegetables.
Every movement she made evoked a sense of intimacy in Song Qinghan's heart and made her even more excited.
She quickly ran over, looked at her carefully for a while, and then made up her mind and said, "Hello!"
Hearing this voice, the middle-aged woman in front of him suddenly raised his head.
She looked at the girl in front of her carefully and asked with some uncertainty: "You...are you Xiaohan?"
"Uh-huh!"
After hearing her words, Song Qinghan nodded happily and said, "Aunt Lin, I'm back!"
Aunt Lin had incredible joy on her face.
She suddenly stood up from the ground, not even caring that the vegetable basket tipped over on the ground.
Her hands were trembling, her face was nervous, and she confirmed again: "Are you really Xiaohan?"
Song Qinghan held her little hands behind her back, smiled and nodded repeatedly.
"Hey, honey, you're finally back. Do you know that everyone is so anxious that they can't find you?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Aunt Lin stepped forward and hugged Song Qinghan tightly, still mumbling something.
"Aunt Lin, how have you been doing these past few years?"
Song Qinghan's eyes were a little moist and he asked with a smile.
Aunt Lin let go of Song Qinghan, looked at the girl in front of her, couldn't help but smile and said, "Okay, everyone is fine."
After saying that, something suddenly occurred to her. She quickly ran into the house and took out a black and white machine, and said excitedly: "I have to inform everyone, Xiaohan, please take a seat."
Immediately afterwards, she took out a small bench and placed it on the ground, and placed a few layers of newspapers on it.
Although Song Qinghan didn't want to sit down, he couldn't sit still.
But she still sat down quietly, looking at the excited Aunt Lin in front of her, and looking at this small town that she had not returned to in ten years.
Aunt Lin was talking on the phone and walking up and down the roadside, her every movement revealing her unconcealable joy.
People also came over one after another, their expressions were exactly the same as Aunt Lin's, and they surrounded Song Qinghan asking questions.
Song Qinghan is a sensible child, and everyone likes her very much. For a time, Aunt Lin's doorstep became a hot spot in the town.
People were almost here, and Song Qinghan suddenly felt something was wrong.
She looked around frantically, and suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.
"Aunt Lin, where is the second grandma?"
Song Qinghan looked anxious and asked nervously.
A trace of sadness appeared on Aunt Lin's face, and she hesitantly said: "Your second grandma...she"
Song Qinghan's mind suddenly went blank, her lips moved, and her voice seemed a little pale and weak.