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The village chief hesitated for a moment before deciding to take them there. Although the man was not from their village at the beginning, he was buried in their village after all.

After so many years, he has long regarded that woman as a villager, but he doesn't know the identity of these people. If they are dangerous people, it will be troublesome.

"What's your relationship with Xiaonan?"

On the way, the village head suddenly asked Xia Wan, which made her stunned for a moment, and didn't realize who the "Xiao Nan" the village head was talking about for a moment.

"Old man, what did you say her name was?"

In Xia Wan's memory, her mother's name should be Xiang Qinghuan, but she didn't know what happened in the middle, and it was very likely that her mother would change her name to avoid something.

"She said her name is Xun Nan, isn't she the person you are looking for?"

Hearing Xia Wan's question, the village chief asked in surprise.

"Xunnan? This name is a bit familiar, old man, I don't know if she is my mother, so I hope you can take me to see it, so I can be sure, or is there anything left by her?"

Xia Wan always felt that she had heard the name Xun Nan before, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

However, she did not continue to dwell on this matter, but wanted to confirm the identity of the person who was suspected to be her mother. After all, she believed that Li Mochen would not face this matter hastily.

"What's left behind? Follow me to have a look first."

The village head seemed a little puzzled, and it seemed that he couldn't remember whether there was anything left behind for a while.

After all, it happened more than [-] years ago, and it is impossible for normal people to remember everything clearly.

The three of them followed the village chief to a cemetery. Looking at the tombstones all over the floor, Xia Wan couldn't help but frown.

Because there is no photo on it, she can't confirm whether it is her mother. After all, a person can have thousands of names, but his appearance is not good.

"No photos?"

After walking a few steps, Xia Wan suddenly asked the village chief, who was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

"The conditions in the village have never been very good. Twenty years ago, there were no cameras, so there were almost no photos, but you really look very similar to Xiaonan."

"At that time, even if she was seriously ill, she could still see that she was beautiful, the kind of beauty that people never forget, so I was very impressed."

The village head is in his 20s or [-]s this year. He was in his forties [-] years ago. When he saw Xun Nan in his twenties who was in his most beautiful period, the memory is naturally deep.

He is willing to bring Xia Wan here today because he thinks that the two of them look so much alike, very similar.

"By the way, I remembered that she left something behind. It seems to be a small box. I put it at home. Come with me."

"Old man, I won't hide it from you. The Xunnan you mentioned may be the alias of my mother Xiang Qinghuan. I was fostered in other people's homes since I was a child. I haven't seen my mother once in more than [-] years. I finally met her There are clues, but this is the result.”

Xia Wan couldn't describe her current mood. She said she was sad, but it wasn't true at all. After all, she had never met her mother.

Although they are related by blood, they are strangers than strangers, so her current mood is very complicated, and she will not be able to describe what it is like for a while.

"I'm getting old, and I've long looked down on these things. People can't be resurrected after death, little girl, please mourn."

The small village is not big, so they walked for a few minutes before returning to the village chief's house.

The village head took out a small box from a small cabinet and handed it to Xia Wan.

The moment she got it, Xia Wan realized that the material of this box was somewhat similar to the one that Xia Jinghai gave her back then, and the box was also locked, but she didn't see the key.

"Little girl, the key is at the bottom of the box. Open it and have a look. If it is really something your mother left you, you can take it away."

Xunnan has not lived in the village for long, so it is impossible to say how deep his feelings are.

The reason why the village chief was willing to rescue her was because of his overflowing sympathy. Seeing her pitiful, he saved her.

Hearing what the village head said, Xia Wan turned the small box over, only to find that the key was really embedded in the bottom of the box. She hesitated for a moment, took out the key, and opened the box.

After opening the box, there were a few photos inside, and then a letter.

Xia Wan picked up the photo and looked at it, and she froze in place, because there was a woman and a baby in the photo, and it was a photo of the two of them together.

Xiang Qinghuan when she was young is almost exactly the same as Xia Wan now, the resemblance is scary, if she didn't know that they are mother and daughter, she would definitely think that they are twins.

"Old man, this is my mother's stuff. Thank you for your care for so many years."

In fact, if it was possible, Xia Wan wanted to move Xiang Qinghuan's grave back, but thinking that her uncle didn't know about it, and fearing that he wouldn't be able to bear it, she temporarily gave up on this idea.

As long as there are clues, everything else is trivial.

"Thank you, no need. At that age, she looked like my daughter, so I couldn't bear her to leave alone and sleep in the wilderness."

On the way back, Xia Wan kept silent, holding the yellowed photos in his hand.

But she didn't have the courage to open the letter in the box, she was afraid of seeing those gentle words that only a mother would say to her daughter.

She didn't want to see words of apology, or to put it another way, she wasn't ready for her mother.

"Madam, I have been here."

The same person who lost his mother, Li Mochen can somewhat understand Xia Wan's mood, but not only is her situation different from his, so it makes him a little unpredictable for a while, and he dare not say anything more, because he doesn't want to see Xia Wan sad.

"Well, I know you've been here all the time. I'm fine. I'll call fourth brother."

If Xia Wan's trembling hands were ignored, this sentence might appear more believable.

Although Li Mochen saw it, he didn't expose it, because he realized that he might have underestimated something called blood bondage.

In fact, they had a clue to this news two days ago, and Li Mochen sent someone to confirm it further before telling Xia Wan.

He considered that Xia Wan would be sad, but he couldn't hide it from her all the time, because he had already left and there was no possibility of coming back. Did he want to deceive Xia Wan for the rest of his life?
But what he didn't expect was that Xia Wan was so calm, that kind of calm that made people feel very depressing. This kind of Xia Wan made Li Mochen feel an inexplicable pain in his chest.