In order to celebrate the fact that the orphanage did not have to move away, they specially cooked a few plates of their specialties and made a sumptuous dinner for everyone to celebrate together.
These days, the old neighbors had not been idle. Today, this person would send something, and tomorrow, that person would send something.
Clearly, they had been shocked by the news of the orphanage moving. Now that they did not have to move, they were overjoyed and kept sending things over.
The old director could not refuse, so when she heard the doorbell, she hurried out.
However, when she walked to the door, she saw that the person standing outside the courtyard was not a familiar face. Instead, it was a face that she did not know.
It was a middle-aged woman wearing a grayish-green knitted peony sweater and a pair of coffee-colored cloth pants. She wore a pair of black Lowe shoes that were full of wrinkles and the tips of her feet were slightly deformed.
As she was middle-aged, her figure was out of shape. The sweater was also tight, sticking to the excess flesh on her waist and chest.
The roots of the woman's hair were two to three centimeters long. She did not dye them in time, and her skin was slightly dark, dry and rough. However, from the color of her skin that could be seen through the collar, she was not naturally dark. It was probably because she often worked outdoors and did not pay attention to protection, causing her skin to be exposed to the sun.
When she was still half a distance away from the courtyard, the old director noticed that the middle-aged woman looked uneasy, as if she would leave if she moved any slower. She did not know what exactly she was afraid of.
With that thought, the old director could not help but quicken her steps and open the door.
"What can I do for you?" the old director asked kindly.
"I … I'm looking for someone." The middle-aged woman said uneasily. She looked at the old director and then lowered her head to look at the tips of her feet, allowing the old director to clearly see the white hair on top of her head.
"Who are you looking for?" the old director asked with a smile. Her voice was very soft, afraid that she would scare her.
This middle-aged woman was really too easily frightened.
The middle-aged woman took out a piece of paper that was folded into four from her pants pocket and opened it. The paper had been in the pocket for a long time and was a little soft.
The middle-aged woman held the paper with both hands and passed it to the old director. "This is … this is my daughter's date of birth. 25 years ago, I … I left her here."
As the middle-aged woman spoke, tears welled up in her eyes. "At that time, I … I had no choice. I was only 17 at that time, and I couldn't even feed myself. It was hard for my child to follow me. Although I don't have any money now, I can still get by. It's not that I want to recognize her, I just … I just want to see her. "
It was as if the middle-aged woman did not dare to look at the old dean, afraid that she would see disdain and disdain on the kind face in front of her.
She covered her face with her dry and blackened hands, and tears leaked out from between her fingers.
"I know I don't deserve to be a mother, so I don't dare to hope that I can recognize her, and I don't dare to hope that she can recognize me. I just want … just want to see her from afar. "
Indeed, the old dean did not like this middle-aged woman. Now she knew regret and pain. Why didn't she know that when she abandoned the child?
Irresponsible to themselves, irresponsible to their children.
The old dean had seen too many of such incidents, and he really couldn't bring himself to like this woman before him.
It was just that he had a good temper all year round and was used to being kind to others, so he couldn't put on a cold face at the moment.
The old dean looked down at the birthday on the paper. Because of his blurred vision, he took the paper a little further away. When he saw the date on it clearly, his face suddenly changed.
It was only because the middle-aged woman was covering her face and crying that she didn't see it.
As for the date on the paper, the old dean remembered it clearly.
This was Lin Chu's date of birth!
It was because of this birthday that Lin Chu was chosen by the Lin family and suffered all kinds of abuse in the Lin family.
Therefore, the old dean would never forget this string of numbers for the rest of his life.
During the years when Lin Chu was in the Lin family, the old dean had looked at this string of numbers on the paper countless times and blamed himself. He regretted it countless times. If only Lin Chu wasn't born at this time.
The middle-aged woman used her palm and the back of her hand to randomly wipe her face. "I … I saw the news before. That Lin Chu, Miss Lin, the media reported about her. I want to ask, is she … is she my daughter? "
"At that time, the news had just come out. My daughter was watching it, so she showed it to me," the middle-aged woman said.
In fact, when her daughter saw it, her face was full of envy. She said that Lin Chu was too lucky. An orphan could actually be together with such a powerful tall, rich, and handsome man.
She was infatuated with Yan Beicheng's photo for a long time. She even said sourly that it was good to have a good face. An orphan could find such a good man. Just that face alone, even celebrities couldn't compare to him. She didn't know if Lin Chu had plastic surgery.
Because of that report, Lin Chu became famous. Although Yan Beicheng quickly suppressed the matter and didn't make it big, Lin Chu still had Baidu Encyclopedia. But in the end, Lin Chu still had Baidu Encyclopedia. There was a date of birth on it, but there was no specific date.
Even so, when the middle-aged woman saw the six identical numbers in front of her, she couldn't help but be excited.
She took out another photo from her bag and gave it to the old dean. "This is a photo of me when I was young. It really … looks like her. That's why I thought, could she be my daughter?"
She had been here twice before. The first time was on New Year's Eve. It was dark and she couldn't see her face clearly.
At that time, Lin Chu carried the New Year's Eve back and even asked her at the door. But because it was too dark, she didn't see it clearly.
The second time was on the afternoon of Qi Youxuan's birthday. Lin Chu and Yan Beicheng came out and saw her at the door.
At that time, she saw Lin Chu's appearance. She saw that Lin Chu was so good-looking, had an outstanding temperament, and was wearing good clothes. She then looked at Yan Beicheng, who was beside him. He was even more elegant and elegant.
At that time, she felt ashamed of her inferiority. She felt that standing in front of such outstanding people, she couldn't even raise her head. She wanted to hide in a crack in the ground.
Although she wasn't sure if Lin Chu was her daughter, there were so many coincidences and he looked so similar to her when she was young. In her heart, she already treated Lin Chu as the daughter she had abandoned.
Thinking of her actions back then, she was even more ashamed to see Lin Chu, so she ran away.
"I've been here twice, but I still don't have the courage to press the doorbell," the middle-aged woman said while crying. She didn't have anywhere to put her hand, so she grabbed the iron railing on the door.
"Ol 'President, can you tell me if it's true or not? Is she? "The middle-aged woman looked at the old dean with hope.
The old dean frowned slightly. She didn't understand this woman, but because this woman could be so heartless to abandon Lin Chu, the old dean had a first impression of displeasure.
Moreover, although this middle-aged woman said that she didn't covet anything from Lin Chu and just wanted to look at her from afar. But who knew what she was really thinking?
Although the old dean was kind, it wasn't that she didn't have her guard up. Not everyone she saw was a good person.
Could someone who could abandon their own flesh and blood be good?
The old dean thought to herself. Moreover, Lin Chu finally had a good life. The two elders of the Yan family liked her so much, and Yan Beicheng doted on her so much.
The old dean also didn't want to rashly let an unknown woman disrupt Lin Chu's peaceful life.
Moreover, Jiang Changdai and her daughter, as well as Lu Weining, were still eyeing her covetously.
"I'm not too sure either. I don't remember Lin Chu's birthday very clearly. I have to go back and look through the files," the old dean said. The old dean said. "How about this, leave me your contact information. When I'm done, I'll contact you," the old dean said.
How could the middle-aged woman not hear that this was the old dean's excuse? She couldn't care less. She grabbed the old dean's arm with both hands and cried, "Old dean, please believe me. I really don't want anything from her. Even if it's not Lin Chu, as long as it's my daughter, I'll be satisfied. "
"No matter who it is, in my eyes, she's just my daughter. She has no other identity. I know it's a mistake I made when I was young, and I don't have the face to acknowledge her. So I really just want to see her. It's fine if she doesn't know my identity. I just want to say a few words and know how she's doing. I won't disturb her life. She's still the same as before. I don't have the face to acknowledge her, I really don't have the face to acknowledge her. "
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