The old woman became rich by relying on the supermarket instead of selling her granddaughter

"I didn't expect that she would be gone so far. Feng'er hasn't recovered yet, but all the money has been spent. There's nothing we can do. Her father and I have to make money while Feng'er is being treated..."

Speaking of this, Meng Mei's eyes turned slightly red, she clasped her hands together, and let out a long sigh.

"Fortunately, thanks to God, Feng'er survived."

Then she continued to talk about what happened next.

"After that, we tried to earn money to go back home. How could the outside world compare to home? Once we had earned enough money for the trip, we headed home. But halfway through the journey, I suddenly started bleeding from my lower body. I went to see a doctor, who told me that I had a miscarriage..."

When she said this, Meng Mei paused for a long time, and her voice became a little choked.

She was grieving for the child she had never met.

After a pause, Meng Mei finally adjusted her mood and continued to speak in the calmest tone possible.

"It took several months for me to recover from all this trouble, but it was hard for me to get pregnant. I didn't expect that Feng'er would grow up and fall in love with a peddler who walked the streets."

"You know the situation of Arita's family. His parents died early, and we have only one daughter, who was snatched back from God. We will agree to whatever she wants."

Feng'er is her daughter, a piece of flesh that fell from her body, how could she not feel sorry for her?

"Later, Feng'er married the peddler and lived happily together for a while. Feng'er even gave birth to two children for him. Unexpectedly, the peddler ran away some time ago, so we brought Feng'er and the children back home."

After listening to Meng Mei's stories over the years, Grandma Du Dou came back to her senses after a long time and said something.

"Amei, these years have been really hard for you."

Having said this, a relieved smile suddenly broke out on Meng Mei's face.

"It was not easy, but I have come this far. Now that I am back, the days ahead will be good ones."

Then she began to comfort Grandma Dou.

"Cousin, you have to be good in the future. Ah Fu is such a good kid. By the way, there's this girl. Do you know her?"

After Meng Mei finished speaking, she looked at He Dahua beside her.

Grandma Dou nodded towards Meng Mei, indicating that she knew her, then looked at He Dahua and asked.

"Dahua, why are you here?"

"Grandma, I came to see you and Dahu." said He Dahua.

She watched Grandma Dou find her son, and was able to quietly look at Dou Dahu's grave and burn incense and paper for him. She felt indescribable "envy" in her heart.

She didn't even want to have such an opportunity.

"Thank you for coming to see Dahu. If Dahu knew about this, he would be very happy." Grandma Dou said with a smile.

She has now gradually accepted the fact that Dou Dahu is really dead.

Although she had heard from others before that Dou Dahu was bitten to death by a wolf.

But if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, how could the mother really believe that her son died like this? She would still have some illusions in her heart.

"Grandma, I also had a son..."

He Dahua entered a state of sad memories.

"You mean Gou Sheng?"

Grandma Dou was a little confused. Hadn't that heartless thing been bitten to death by wolves long ago? Why was she mentioning this unlucky thing for no reason?

He Dahua shook her head, "It's not him, he is not worthy of being my son."

"Is it the biological son who was killed by them?" Grandma Dou asked again.

This time, He Dahua finally nodded.

"To be honest, if I can't find him in this life, I won't be able to close my eyes even on the day I die. I hate them, but I hate myself even more. If I had noticed something back then, my child wouldn't have died..."

Even Meng Mei who was standing by was listening attentively and fascinated, and couldn't help but tear up when she heard the sad parts.

"Dahua, good girl, don't be like this..."

As soon as Meng Mei saw He Dahua, she felt that this girl looked kind. When she saw He Dahua crying, her heart ached.

"Maybe your child was picked up by a kind person and is still alive and well now? Maybe one day, you will meet him."

Seeing that He Dahua was trying hard to suppress her sadness, Meng Mei couldn't help but pat her on the back and comfort her with words.

It is possible that the facts are completely opposite to what she made up, and the poor child really froze to death in the snow.

But sometimes people cannot accept the cruel reality, and if they imagine it to be better, they will feel better.

After hearing Meng Mei's comfort, He Dahua felt better. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and murmured at the same time.

"I hope so."

At the same time, Grandma Dou frowned.

Obviously thinking about something.

Just when He Dahua was about to leave, Grandma Dou suddenly called her.

"Dahua, I suddenly thought of something..."

He Dahua raised her foot and then retracted it. She turned around and looked at Grandma Dou.

Under He Dahua's gaze, Grandma Dou spoke with a serious face.

"Ahfu is the child I picked up from the ice and snow. His age is almost right. What do you think... could Ahfu be your son?"

This is a possibility that no one has ever thought of before.

After Grandma Dou finished speaking, everyone stared at Dou Fu's face, as if trying to see some clues from it.

Dou Fu himself was a little stunned. He stood there staring at He Dahua blankly.

It seems that he can't quite imagine that the woman in front of him could be his biological mother?

But the feeling of familiarity he felt when he saw He Dahua for the first time could not deceive anyone, as if it was hinting to him that there might be some connection between the two of them.

Are they really mother and son?

While Dou Fu was stunned, He Dahua was also staring at Dou Fu's face in a trance.

She had never thought about it in this way before, but now that she looked at it carefully, she actually felt that Dou Fu, she, and that damn Gou Fugui, were actually somewhat similar.

Could this be her son?

There was a hint of anticipation in He Dahua's eyes that she herself was not even aware of.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly fell into an eerie silence, and no one present spoke.

In the end, it was Meng Mei who spoke up and broke the silence.

"I think Dahua and Ah Fu look quite similar. Maybe they are indeed the same. Cousin, please think about it again and think of other details."

After listening to Meng Mei's words, Grandma Dou also became serious and tried hard to recall the day when she picked up Dou Fu.

"It was snowing heavily the day I found Ah Fu. He was wrapped in a small red blanket, and his little face was frozen purple..."