Seventy Koi: The Unlucky Boss Hugged Me and Cried

"Did something happen?"

Mu Qing slowly calmed down the excitement in her heart. She looked at Jiang Yansong with a natural smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Sir, I have something I want to ask you to verify."

As Mu Qing said that, she first took out the pen that Jiang Yansong had given her.

"Sir, I found the word "Ginger" on this pen. "

"Is this word left by you, or your wife?"

When Jiang Yansong heard this, the kind smile on his face became sad and sad.

He seems to be remembering...

He slowly reached out and took the pen in Mu Qing's hand.

"It's my wife." Jiang Yansong said.

"When I saw you, I felt that I had a lot of fate with you, so I gave it to you."

"You fit it well."

Mu Qing listened quietly, and continued to ask after Jiang Yansong finished speaking.

"The photo you asked Comrade Xiao Chen to get back that day was a photo of your wife and you."

"The handwriting on it was also left by your wife?"

"Yes." Jiang Yansong nodded.

He seemed to have a premonition that something was about to happen, so he was not in a hurry.

"Girl, what do you want to ask me, just ask."

"That's good." Mu Qing nodded.

From the bag, she took out a photo of the Mu family.

There is a photo of Mu Qing's father, Mu Zheng, on it.

Mu Qing showed the photo to Jiang Yansong.

"Sir, look at this photo, do you think the person above looks familiar?"

Chapter 323

recognized grandpa

"This..." Jiang Yansong's lips trembled slightly.

He looked at the photo and slowly pointed to a young guy above and asked.

"Who is this person? How do I look at it, I seem to have seen it somewhere."

Jiang Yansong already had some kind of guess in his heart.

However, before the result came out, he didn't dare to say the guess in his heart with great fanfare.

He can't take it anymore...

"You shouldn't have seen him." Mu Qing said.

"In the future, you shouldn't see him either."

"He's my father, Mu Zheng. He has died heroically."

Mu Qing was the first to say it, lest the old man be so sad and happy later, that he would get sick.

"My condolences..." Jiang Yan loosened his lips a little before saying a word.

The guess in his heart has not been realized, it has been shattered.

Mu Qing went on to speak;

"I am his daughter, I am his inheritance, and I have his blood flowing through me. What he cannot do, I will do for him in the future."

"Daughter...daughter...It's good to have a daughter...have a daughter..." Jiang Yansong's voice became happy.

"And then, girl, you have nothing to say to me?"

Jiang Yansong was happy for a while, and then quickly asked Mu Qing.

In his eyes, there is light, with joy and anticipation.

"This is the confession I got from my foster grandmother, and there is evidence, look at it."

As Mu Qing said that, she laid out everything and put it in front of Jiang Yansong.

Among them, including the key evidence: blood books and bullets!

The handwriting on the blood book and the bullet head are the things Jiang Yansong is most familiar with.

Just by looking at those two things, he was already certain in his heart.

He read the blood book and the bullet for a while before he murmured.

"This handwriting belongs to her..."

"And this bullet, which was her first wounded bullet."

"She said it was her medal, so she engraved my name and gave it to me."

"She said her honor was mine."

"But in the end... I'm still me, she's not her, she's gone... she's gone completely, gāngān crunchy..."

"I want to gather her bones, but I can't find it...I can't find it...I can't find it..."

Jiang Yansong's voice was choked.

He was proud and confident, but suffered two major blows in his life.

These two blows, once cost his heart and his life.

Once, all his dignity and honor were stepped in the mud.

Jiang Yansong slowly raised his head, but the turbid tears could not stop flowing down his cheeks.

An old man of a rare age still cries and still hurts when facing the relics of his deceased wife.

Maybe it was painful before, but it was numb.

Now that I see it again, I find that the pain has not disappeared, but has become thicker.

"Grandpa..." Mu Qing couldn't help choking.

This emotion will resonate.

"What do you call me?" Jiang Yansong suddenly turned to look at Mu Qing.

Mu Qing wiped away her tears and tried her best to smile.

"Grandpa. I call you grandpa."

"If Mu is your son, then I am your granddaughter."

Mu Qing said, and quickly let Jiang Yansong read Chen Shuiqin's dictation.

"Look at this

, look at this..." Mu Qing urged.

"You'll understand when you see this, grandma saved your son."

"She's brave and smart, and she left you with her love for you."

"Uh..." Jiang Yansong didn't speak, but quickly looked at Chen Shuiqin's dictation.