C64 (2/2)

After a long while, the mysterious man finally moved. His hand moved back and forth on the table as if he was looking at something. After a while, the mysterious man slowly stood up and waved his right hand.

Cao Jia didn't expect her mother to be even more shocked than her father when she saw the photo. She was at a loss. Could it be that even her mother knew Zhang Song? Impossible, why does everyone in my family know him, but I don't. This doesn't make sense. Cao Jia couldn't understand what was going on, so she was even more anxious to know the answer.

A small voice suddenly sounded out, ”Dad, mom, what's going on?” Cao Jia did not understand why a single photo could cause such a huge reaction from her parents. Seeing that her parents were still in shock, she could only open her mouth and pull them back to reality.

Cao Jia's words were like a bolt out of the blue, pulling Cao Gongde and Zhang Yu back into reality. However, before the two of them could regain their senses, Cao Gongde murmured, ”The likeness, the likeness, is really too similar.” He didn't forget to nod his head.

Zhang Yu, who was at the side, also chimed in: ”It's really so similar. It's exactly the same. It's been so many years, and he's grown up.”

Cao Jia saw her parents speak incoherently, but she didn't understand what they were saying. ”Whom, who do you think you are?” Who did he look like? Could it be the son of an old friend of his parents? But his parents' friends all knew each other. None of them looked like him. Cao Jia was about to ask something, but her father beat her to it. He stared at her with burning eyes and asked urgently, ”Xiao Jia, where did you get this photo?”

”I got this from a friend.” Cao Jia said in detail.

Zhang Yu took over Cao Jia's words and asked curiously, ”Friend?” What kind of friend? ”Why did you bring this picture back?”

Cao Jia explained, ”Aiya, I'm a classmate of my school, as for why I want this photo, honestly speaking, I don't know myself. When I first saw this photo, I felt that I was very familiar with the boy in the photo, that feeling was very subtle, it came from the resonance of blood, a call from the depths of my soul, so I asked her to take this photo and came back to ask if he was a friend of our family. Seeing your shocked expressions, I got the feeling right. You must know him, don't you? ”

When Cao Gongde heard his precious daughter's words, he muttered: ”The resonance from the blood, the call from the depths of the soul. ”Could this be heaven's will?” Cao Gongde sighed to the sky. He sighed heavily and turned his gaze to Cao Jia. His eyebrows were flickering and he did not know whether he should tell all of this to his daughter. Yes, he had not decided yet, or perhaps he was not ready.

His wife, seeing Cao Gongde's conflicted expression, kept patting his trembling hands and consoled him, ”Maybe it's time to uncover the truth.”

Cao Gongde looked at his beloved wife and saw the love hidden in her eyes. He forced himself to smile at his wife and let out a long breath before he said, ”Yes, it has been sixteen years. It has been sixteen years. It is time to remove its original veil.”

Cao Jia looked at her parents in front of her as if they were making some important decision. She knew that the next thing she wanted to hear was a sixteen year old secret buried in their hearts. She was looking forward to it, slightly nervous, and holding her breath, waiting for her father to reveal the sixteen year old secret.

Cao Gongde sat upright, cleared his throat and said faintly, ”Little Jia, do you know how many children your grandfather has?”

Just when Cao Gongde asked his daughter, Zhang Yu, who was sitting at the side, was touched by Cao Gongde's words. Thinking of the past, thinking of the person who had passed away, she unconsciously shed a silent tear. Tears blurred Zhang Yu's eyes, and she silently cried. At this moment, she was as fragile as a child. She was heartbroken, and her body swayed, almost falling to the ground.

When Cao Jia, who had been holding her breath, heard her father's question, it was her turn to be shocked. She didn't understand why her father would ask such a question. Do you have other children? Looking at her mother's sad tears, could it be that her mother really had other siblings? But … why had he never seen or heard his elders talk about it? What was going on?

Cao Jia did not answer, nor did she know how to reply. She could only stare blankly at her father. At the side, Cao Gongde didn't try to comfort his wife, who was still crying bitterly. She was crying, crying, maybe she was in a better mood, or at least it was better than not having anything to vent in her heart. She remembered how many times she had quietly cried alone, while he could not see her; how many times she had woken up in his dreams; how many times she had refused to leave the tips of her fingers as she looked through the past; how many times she had dreamed at midnight in an attempt to recover the years that had passed. However, all of that was irreparable. Looking at the ice-cold corpse, her world had collapsed. The person she respected and worshipped could no longer be found, leaving behind only dirt. If, if there really was a cycle of reincarnation in the world, could he rewrite history and redeem that person who had passed away?