fake marriage trial

Chapter 41 The Truth
Half asleep and half awake all the way, the car finally arrived at the station in my hometown county.

Ling Fei helped her father get out of the car, and saw that Zheng Dazhi in front was surrounded by several women who looked like they were from the countryside, asking for their health, as if welcoming the return of an emperor.

"Dad, where are you going now?"

Ling Fei didn't know where her father's destination was.

Papa Ling didn't answer her, but reached out to hail a taxi, took her into the car, and said to the driver, "Go to Shanglin Community."

The driver promised to drive.

Ling Fei found that this county has changed a lot. It is different from ten years ago. There are many buildings, and the streets are clean and well-planned.

She saw that her father had been looking out of the car window, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

He grew up here, settled in City A after studying and working, and returned here after more than ten years, so he probably felt a lot.

The taxi stopped at the gate of a community and talked.

Ling Fei paid the fare and got out of the car with her father.

This community looks very old, at least three or four years old, and there are no gates, vehicles and people come and go.

Judging from the clothes and faces of the people who came in and out, it seems that they are not called the bottom class. It is estimated that most of them are renters, or poor people who cannot afford to move to a new house.

Ling Fei saw her father take off the thick black-rimmed glasses, wipe them with a glasses cloth, put them on again, and then walked inside.

She had to keep up.

The condition of the community is even worse. It can almost be described as dirty and messy. You can even see dry shit made by children or puppies...

Papa Ling didn't need to identify it, he went straight to the end...

The house at the end is different from the others. On the black and old anti-theft net, there is a large field of fiery red azaleas, which adds a touch of color to the old house.

Ling's father looked at the cuckoo for a long time, and then said to Ling Fei, "Feifei, take a picture of Dad."

"Huh? Okay."

Ling Fei was a little stunned, but she didn't dare to ask why, so she took out her mobile phone.

Papa Ling straightened his hair and collar, with an expression of unknown meaning on his face. Ling Fei didn't dare to make him laugh, so he took several snapshots and showed him.

Father Ling looked at the photo, and then said, "Feifei, remember to keep this photo well. In the future, after a hundred years of my father, you will use this photo as my death photo and print it on my tombstone."

"dad--"

Hearing him speak like this, Ling Fei's heart twitched, and she cried out sadly, "Don't talk like that."

"Feifei, people are mortal after all."

Papa Ling reached out and touched her head, walked to the dilapidated but clean door, raised his hand and knocked.

The door opened quickly, and a 90-year-old grandma's face protruded from the inside, looking at the father and daughter suspiciously with those cloudy old eyes.

"Hello, Auntie, I'm Ling Chao, Xiaomo's high school classmate."

Papa Ling introduced himself politely.

"Ling Chao—"

The old grandma's hearing seemed to be fine. Hearing this name, she thought about it, nodded, and opened the remaining half door to let them in.

Ling Fei stepped in and saw that although the living room inside was small, it was clean and tidy. Relatively speaking, it was quite comfortable.

However, there is an altar table against the wall in the living room, and two candles are lit. In the middle of the candles, there is a black and white photo. In the photo is a woman who looks only about 60 years old. It can be seen from the outline that she should have been a young woman when she was young. beauty.

For some reason, Ling Fei felt that the deceased was a little familiar, probably seen in his father's old photo album.

Papa Ling walked to the altar and stared at the people in the photo with sadness in his eyes.

Ling Fei guessed that this might be his first love.

"Feifei, come here and offer incense sticks."

Papa Ling called her.

Ling Fei stepped forward, picked up three incense sticks from the table, lit them up, bowed, and put them into the incense burner.

"Xiaomo, she is Feifei, and now she comes to see you."

Ling's father looked at the photo, choked up and said.

Hearing these words, Ling Fei felt something was wrong. Could it be that she had seen this woman when she was a child?
"Xiaomo, what are you doing here? Why don't you pour tea for the guests?"

The old lady suddenly yelled at Ling Fei.

Ling Fei thought she had Alzheimer's disease, and mistakenly thought she was her daughter, so she hurriedly explained, "Grandma, I'm not Xiaomo, I'm Ling Fei, and I'm also a guest."

"Xiaomo, why are you so lazy? Asking you to pour tea and making excuses..."

The old grandma chattered a little dissatisfied.

Ling Fei had no choice but to pick up the teapot next to her, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to her father.

Papa Ling didn't answer, but the eyes that looked at her were red and full of tears, which made her feel a little flustered, and she always felt that something was wrong.

She looked at the black-and-white photo, and suddenly thought of a Picture software in the WeChat circle, where she could post her own photo, and she would be able to Puppet her appearance in old age.

At that time, she also followed the trend and played in the circle of friends.

Looking at it now, this black and white photo is somewhat similar to the old photo of myself at that time.

She couldn't help but took out her phone, and took out the photo for comparison. There were at least six points of similarity...

My heart skipped a beat, sinking, and I vaguely felt something.

She saw an old photo album next to her again, so she reached out to pick it up and opened it...

Seeing the photos inside, if it wasn't for the old-fashioned hairstyle and clothes, she would have thought it was a photo of herself.

My heart is a little suffocated!
He stared blankly at his father.

Papa Ling nodded slightly towards her, as if agreeing with her guess.

Snapped--

The photo album slipped from her hand and hit her feet, causing pain.

"Xiaomo, why are you so careless? How rude."

While scolding, the old woman stooped to pick up the photo album, flicked the dust, and put it on the table.

Ling Fei stared at her blankly for a while, and finally turned to her father, "Dad, can you give me an explanation?"

"Ah."

Papa Ling nodded sadly, walked out the door with her, and told her the truth:

Mo Xiaomo is Ling's father's high school classmate and his savior. The two have a good relationship, but they are not lovers.

28 years ago, Mo Xiaomo came to City A to find him and asked him to help raise the baby. The specific reason was not revealed, because Ling's mother was infertile and wanted to go to the orphanage to adopt a child, so, There was no objection to taking the child in, and he regarded it as his own child from then on.

Later, Ling's father wanted to contact Mo Xiaomo, but heard that she was missing, and no one knew her whereabouts, including her mother.

Just yesterday, Papa Ling met an old friend who told him about Mo Xiaomo's death...

"Feifei, I'm sorry I didn't tell you your life experience until now, because I promised your mother not to tell."

Papa Ling said guiltily, "But I didn't expect that you wouldn't even have the chance to meet your biological mother."

Ling Fei's mood at this time was quite complicated, but it could not be called painful.

After all, she grew up physically and mentally under the love of her parents, and there is no shadow of lack of love. Now that she is 28 years old, she is not a child, and she will not think that the so-called family relationship must be maintained by blood.

She loves her current parents.

To her, Mo Xiaomo is just the person who gave birth to her, and can only exist as a nihilistic concept of a biological mother, without any feelings.

(End of this chapter)