The richest man's parents were kidnapped, and his adorable son captivated the entire family.

Despite not winning first place, the two children managed to come in third, thanks to their hard work.

The museum's lights gently illuminated the exhibited paintings, giving each piece a golden glow.

Today is the exhibition of winning works from the citywide children's painting competition. The exhibition hall is crowded with people, and parents are holding their children's hands as they stop to admire each painting.

Mengmeng wore her favorite rainbow dress, her face flushed with excitement. At this moment, she still held Xingxing's hand tightly, afraid that he would get lost in the crowd.

Xingxing wore a brand new white shirt today, with small star patterns embroidered on the cuffs.

This was specially prepared by Xie Yumin for this occasion, and Xingxing liked it very much. She knew that everyone meant well for her, so she was not as resistant as before.

At this moment, Xingxing's eyes were looking around anxiously. So many strangers and noises made his fingers tremble slightly with nervousness.

"Look! Our painting is over there!" Mengmeng loved the scene, her face full of excitement. Then she suddenly pointed to a display stand not far away, her voice rising with excitement.

Their entry, "My Mother," was placed in the most prominent position in the exhibition area, next to a gold "Best Creativity Award" label.

This is a collaborative painting that they completed in two weeks.

On the left is Xie Yumin, drawn by Mengmeng, colorful and full of childlike fun; on the right is a blurry female figure drawn by Xingxing, which is drawn very delicately and also carries a kind of indescribable sadness.

Most notably, Xingxing drew a small crescent-shaped birthmark on the neck of the woman in the painting.

"I told you they would like our painting!" Mengmeng looked at the crowd gathered around the painting, couldn't help but tilt her head back and say with some pride. Then, as if she had thought of something, she turned her head and looked at Xingxing.

"Especially the parts you drew, the stars, those details are fantastic!"

Xingxing didn't answer, but his gaze remained fixed on the part he had drawn, his eyes becoming unusually focused, as if he were thinking about something.

Xie Yumin, who was with the two children, noticed his unusual behavior, gently placed her hand on his shoulder, and couldn't help but ask with concern, "What's wrong, Xingxing?"

Xingxing shook her head, then suddenly pointed to the birthmark on the woman's neck in the painting, and then pointed to the same spot on her own neck.

Actually, everyone can see that there is an almost identical birthmark there, but even Xingxing herself doesn't know why she drew such a picture.

"This birthmark..." Xie Yumin stared thoughtfully at the location of the birthmark, then asked in a questioning tone.

"Is this something you imagined, or...?"

Before she could finish speaking, a shrill female voice suddenly rang out from the crowd: "Xiao Yang! That's Xiao Yang's birthmark!"

A woman in a light blue dress stumbled over. She was in her early thirties, her face haggard but still beautiful. Tears blurred her makeup.

The woman knelt directly in front of Xingxing, her hands trembling as she tried to touch him, but stopped at the last moment, as if afraid that the child in front of her would disappear like a bubble.

"Xiao Yang... my Xiao Yang..." the woman choked out, as if she were very scared, afraid that this was just a dream.

"Mom has been looking for you for ten years..."

The entire exhibition hall fell silent instantly, everyone stunned by the sudden scene.

Xingxing froze in place as if she had been frozen in place, her eyes wide open, her lips trembling but unable to utter a word.

Xie Yumin was the first to react. She stepped in front of Xingxing and asked the crying woman in as gentle a voice as possible, "Madam, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else? This child is named Xingxing, and she's from our 'Starry Home'."

The woman shook her head excitedly, hastily pulling a yellowed photograph from her wallet. Pointing to the child in the photo, she choked back tears, saying, "It can't be wrong! Look at this birthmark, the location and shape are exactly the same! This is my son Jiang Yang, taken on the third day after he was born..."

The photo shows a newborn with a clearly visible crescent-shaped birthmark on its neck. Xie Yumin couldn't help but gasp when she saw the birthmark.

It must be admitted that it is indeed exactly the same as the stars.

"This...this is unbelievable..." Xie Yumin didn't know what to do for a moment and couldn't help but mutter to herself.

The woman continued to cry as she introduced herself.

She knew very well that her sudden appearance would frighten the child, but after searching for so long and finally seeing her child, she couldn't help but get emotional.

“My name is Lin Minmin, and I can confirm that the little boy in front of me is my child.”

As the woman spoke, she tried to get closer to Xingxing again, but Xingxing suddenly hid behind Xie Yumin, her small hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her breathing becoming rapid and irregular.

This reaction shows that Xingxing is really scared.

Mengmeng, who had been standing silently to the side, couldn't help but frown when she saw this scene, and took the initiative to stand next to Xingxing.

“Xingxing is scared,” Mengmeng said earnestly, standing in front of her friend like a little guardian. “You can’t just rush over like that. Xingxing has been through a lot of bad things before, you’d better not upset him right now.”

Lin Minmin then realized her loss of composure. She wiped away her tears, nodded cautiously, and then subconsciously took a step back. Her voice choked up again, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I'm too excited... For the past ten years, I've imagined finding Xiaoyang every day. I never thought I would actually see my child on this day. I thought I would never see him again in this lifetime..."

Xie Yumin could tell that the woman in front of her was really heartbroken, and she didn't doubt what the woman said, but she still couldn't be sure whether the child was Xingxing or not.

She sighed with a touch of melancholy, then reached out and patted the woman's shoulder.

"We need to find a quiet place to talk. If what you're saying is true, this concerns the child's parentage, and there are many things that can't be discussed in front of so many people, don't you agree?"

The woman raised her hand to wipe away her tears, nodded deeply, and realized that she had indeed been a little too respectful today, so she responded with a soft "yes".

The atmosphere in the art museum's conference room was heavy and subtle.

Xingxing sat between Xie Yumin and Mengmeng, her head down, playing with her fingers, occasionally stealing a glance at Lin Minmin sitting opposite her.

Mengmeng held his hand tightly, as if silently conveying strength. When her eyes met Xingxing's, she smiled again, offering comfort to him.

Lin Minmin took a sip of water, and by then she had calmed down a lot. She took out an old photo album, which was full of photos of the "Xiao Yang" she had mentioned. It contained all the photos from birth to three months old, and then nothing more.