Although Feng Qianru said she was going out for a walk with Peng Yuanzheng on the afternoon of the first day of the Lunar New Year, in fact, the two of them were bored in the house and did not go out.
Song Yuzhen and Meng Lin soon noticed something strange about the two of them.
Meng Lin looked at Song Yuzhen with a wry smile and said softly, "Sister-in-law, are you too direct and too early? I feel like these two children simply can't accept it."
"Brothers and sisters, it will always be like this sooner or later. It's better to break this layer of window paper early and let them adapt. Actually, I feel that these two children are still a little..." Song Yuzhen laughed meaningfully, "Among the young people
Time, as long as this layer of obstruction is gone, we don’t need to do anything about the following things.”
"Brothers and sisters, this is the old man's idea. I guess that the old man may be worried that Yuan Zheng, the boy, will find a girlfriend outside, which will not end well, so he just made it clear. Anyway, we are all a family, so we can't say anything.
explain."
Meng Lin sighed lightly.
She liked Feng Qianru very much, but at this moment she thought of Cao Ying who was far away in Xin'an. But Meng Lin knew in her heart that it would be very difficult for Cao Ying to enter the Feng family. The temperament of the Cao family and his wife would definitely
It will arouse the old man's firm rejection.
The two sisters were talking when the old lady called again, "Yuzhen, have you told that kid from Yuanzheng? What did he say?"
"Mom, I said yes, but - you have to give Yuanzheng some time to get used to it." Song Yuzhen was a little bit dumbfounded. The old lady was also very anxious, wishing to bring the two children together immediately. But how is this possible?
Woolen cloth?
"Qianru, you also go and talk about it. Your father has said that you tell Qianru - she will always be the child of our Feng family, and there will be no change in this. If Yuanzheng's child has bad character, you
Dad would never do this. But since Yuan Zheng is a pretty good kid, your dad hopes that Qianru can try to get along with Yuan Zheng... Of course, it's not sweet to be coercive. If the two children really can't get together in the end,
Together, then we can’t force it, right?”
Mrs. Feng said seriously, and Song Yuzhen could only nod her head in agreement.
The old man and the old lady have spoken in person, what else can she say?
Song Yuzhen put down the phone and smiled bitterly at Meng Lin, "Brother and sister, you see, the old lady is much more anxious than me. She asked me to have a showdown with Qianru."
Meng Lin frowned and said, "Is this - okay? What if..."
Song Yuzhen pondered for a moment, "Actually, Qianru should know better. I can feel it. She just keeps avoiding it. It should be the girl's reserve."
…
…
Song Yuzhen went to Feng Qianru's bedroom anyway, preparing for a "showdown" with Feng Qianru.
She knocked lightly on the door, and Feng Qianru's voice came over, "Please come in."
Song Yuzhen walked in and saw Feng Qianru lying on the bed in her nightgown, with her hands under her head, staring at the ceiling, not knowing what she was thinking.
Song Yuzhen walked over slowly, and Feng Qianru's inner feelings gradually surged. Her sixth sense told her that her mother was coming to "force the baby out of the womb".
Song Yuzhen sat down beside Feng Qianru's bed, grabbed Feng Qianru's little hand and stroked it, her eyes were full of loving tenderness. Although she was not her biological daughter, from the time she was raised in infancy to now, the relationship between mother and daughter was closer than that between their own mother and daughter.
.
Feng Qianru felt warm in her heart. She could understand and feel Song Yuzhen's care. This kind of motherhood and love came from the bottom of her heart and was not mixed with any water.
"Mom..." Feng Qianru called softly.
"Qianru..." Song Yuzhen nodded, "Qianru, there are some things that my mother thinks we should talk to you about."
"Mom knows, in fact, you know it in your heart. Mom just wants to ask you, are you willing to give this child Yuan Zheng a chance?"
"No matter what choice you make, mom will support you. You will always be mom's good daughter, and mom will never hurt you." Song Yuzhen said softly, "Your dad and I, your grandpa and your grandma will all
I think Yuan Zheng is a really good kid, and you two are a perfect match. If you can try dating Yuan Zheng, I think my mother will be very happy."
Feng Qianru's pretty face turned red instantly.
She lowered her head deeply, her weak shoulders trembling slightly.
"Qianru..." Song Yuzhen knew that her daughter needed time to calm down and accept, so she stood up gently and patted Feng Qianru on the shoulder, then walked out and closed the door for Feng Qianru.
As soon as Song Yuzhen left, Feng Qianru suddenly raised her head, tears streaming down her face.
Perhaps in the eyes of Mr. Feng and Feng Botao, "betrothal" Feng Qianru to Peng Yuanzheng is a kind of respect and care in itself, and it is also a close relationship. They are reluctant to let Feng Qianru marry out of the Feng family; but at this moment, Feng Qianru's
In my heart, it feels like I have been abandoned by my parents and family.
An indescribable feeling of loneliness, inferiority and sadness slowly stirred up and spread throughout Feng Qianru's body. Her whole body was cold and she wanted to cry but could not cry. She shed tears silently.
The first day of the new year passed peacefully like this. On the second day of the new year, according to custom, Song Yuzhen and his wife wanted to take Feng Qianru back to her parents' home, but they found that Feng Qianru was missing.
The bedroom was neatly tidied, but there was no sign of anyone.
At first, Song Yuzhen thought that Feng Qianru had gone out to play with her classmates, and didn't take it seriously. But in the evening, when she and Feng Botao came back from her parents' home, she still didn't see Feng Qianru coming home, and she became anxious at that time.
Feng Qianru has never been like this before. Song Yuzhen called everywhere, and Feng Botao sent people to look for her everywhere. They searched almost all the places where Feng Qianru might appear, but there was no news about Feng Qianru.
It's late at night and there's still no news from ff8.
Song Yuzhen was so anxious that she almost decided to call the police.
"Aunt, will Qianru go to a classmate's house to play?" Peng Yuanzheng asked softly, his face was complicated and embarrassed. He was not a fool, he must have guessed that Feng Qianru's "disappearance" or "leaving home"
Running away has something to do with him.
"No, I have called all her classmates' homes. Moreover, if she goes to her classmates' homes, I will ask if something happened..." Song Yuzhen rubbed her hands anxiously, "Bo Tao, call the police, I want to
Call the police"
Feng Botao frowned, "Don't be impatient now. Even if you want to call the police, you have to tell dad first."
The Feng family has a strong family background, and a single move can affect the whole body. It is not easy to report to the police. If word spreads that the Feng family's granddaughter has run away from home or disappears, there will definitely be an uproar*
, causing shock in the capital.
The wall clock kept swinging, making a tinkling sound. Peng Yuanzheng looked up and saw that it was already eleven o'clock in the night. He felt a little anxious. He hesitated and asked softly, "Auntie, Qianru usually likes to go there the most."
Where is it? Think about it."
What Peng Yuanzheng meant was where Feng Qianru liked to go when she was in a bad mood.
Song Yuzhen fell into anxious thoughts. Suddenly she looked up at Feng Botao and said, "Botao, do you think this child is -"
Feng Botao was startled, then raised his eyebrows.
Feng Qianru is actually a descendant of the Communist Party. Her grandfather was once an old subordinate of Mr. Feng, but died in a foreign country during the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. And when she was less than one year old, her biological parents died in a car accident, and Feng Qianru was killed in a car accident.
Home adoption.
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The night was deep, the cold wind was blowing, and the temperature was extremely low.
Outside the Xishan ** Cemetery in the western suburbs of Beijing, a black car sped up. Peng Yuanzheng jumped out of the car with a flashlight in his hand, wrapped in a thick fur military coat, and walked towards the gate of the cemetery.
The iron gate of the cemetery was closed tightly, and the strange sound of wind blowing leaves could be heard from time to time inside, which was very scary. The guard room was dimly lit, and two security guards were drinking wine around the stove.
Suddenly I heard someone knocking on the door and I was startled.
Who is running to the cemetery in the middle of the night?
"Who..." The security guard opened the door and shined a flashlight, his voice trembling.
"Master, I'm sorry, I'm looking for someone." Peng Yuanzheng came over. At this time, the two guards who accompanied Peng Yuanzheng to search for the person also came over.
The security guard trembled inwardly and thought to himself, who is this person that he is sleeping with? He went to the cemetery to look for someone in the middle of the night. He is either a lunatic or an illegal gangster.
Fortunately, the security guard immediately saw two soldiers in military uniforms. In this year and age, Brother Bing still had a considerable degree of social credibility. Seeing the presence of the People's Liberation Army, the security guard felt a little more at ease.
But the security guard still refused to open the door. He carefully looked at Peng Yuanzheng and the two soldiers behind Peng Yuanzheng through the crack in the door, and asked suspiciously, "Who are you? You came to the cemetery in the middle of the night. Are you crazy?".
Peng Yuanzheng smiled bitterly and said softly, "Master, we are indeed here to find someone. I would like to ask, is there a girl in her 20s who came to visit the grave during the day?"
The security guard was startled, thought for a while, nodded and said, "There is such a girl. I thought it was strange at the time. It is rare for someone to visit the grave on the second day of the Lunar New Year."
"Master, did the girl leave later?" Peng Yuanzheng was overjoyed and asked anxiously.
The security guard couldn't help but sigh, "How are you talking? It's so late, she can stay in there overnight if she doesn't leave, really."
At this time, the two soldiers behind him came forward with a smile and handed over their IDs. "Master, please open the door. Let's look for someone. Maybe she had an accident inside. We are from the garrison security regiment. This
It’s our ID.”
The two security guards deliberated for a long time before reluctantly agreeing to let Peng Yuanzheng and the others in, but asked them to keep their documents.
When the heavy iron door slowly opened, a gloomy air hit his face. Peng Yuanzheng couldn't help but sneeze. In this dead cold night, the sound was very harsh and high-pitched.
"Come on, Chief Peng, let's go in and look for him." The two guards smiled at Peng Yuanzheng.
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