False evidence

Chapter 388 It turns out to be him
Suppressing my excitement, I walked up to Xiao Hanning and asked, "Why are you here?"

Little Han Ning glanced timidly at the tomboy and whispered:
"I'm here to find a new mother."

I couldn't help but burst into laughter, gently patted her little head, and sincerely said:

"My child, you have suffered too much in this life, but now you are finally reaping the rewards."

Indeed, although Qiu Weichi and the tomboy were not from a wealthy family, Qiu Weichi was clearly a hardworking and down-to-earth person.

Gong Doudou, a tomboy, is straightforward, kind-hearted, and possesses a strong sense of justice.

The couple both doted on their children, and little Han Ning was truly blessed to be born into their family.

As I watched Xiao Hanning walk up to the tomboy, turn around and bow deeply to me before disappearing, I couldn't help but burst into laughter again.

"You're such a weirdo!"

The tomboy glanced at me sideways and said.

I asked her and Qiu Weichi with a smile, "Do you like daughters?"

"nonsense!"

The tomboy pulled her daughter to her side, saying, "Daughters are our little angels, we never favor our sons over our daughters!"

Qiu Weichi also said, "They are all my children, I don't favor any of them, they are all my precious children."

I nodded: "Then congratulations, you'll soon have another little darling."

No sooner had she finished speaking than the tomboy suddenly stood up. "Ouch! Ouch! No, veterinarian, you have to take me to the hospital! I'm going into labor!"

……

A loud baby cry came from the delivery room, and I couldn't stop smiling.

The monkey put its arm around my shoulder and laughed:
"If I remember correctly, this is the second time you've helped a woman give birth, right? Hurry up, get a marriage certificate with Pidan, have one yourself, and let me have some fun with it!"

I punched him on the shoulder: "You're like my brother, right? A real brother, no doubt! If we're going to have a baby, you're the husband!"

The monkey stroked its chin, squinted its eyes, and said:

"Honestly, after spending more time with Xiaohuan, I think she's really great. Hey, if I actually pursue her, won't people gossip? Won't she mind that I'm so much older than her?"

"How could that be? 'Mr. Yang' is five years older than 'my little wife's' grandfather!"

I was joking, but something was on my mind, and I suddenly felt a little strange.

Fang Ling seemed to sense this and asked me, "What...what have you thought of this time?"

"Hey, I was thinking, Monkey King is my grandfather's grandson, he's my brother. But Jie Xiaohuan is 'my' granddaughter. If they really get together, how should we determine their generation?"

The monkey probably couldn't understand what I was saying and just thought I was joking.

Fang Ling naturally understood what I meant, and after thinking about it seriously for a while, she actually said:
"That's hard to say, but...Wenqiang, he's not your biological brother; and Xiaohuan isn't your granddaughter, is she?"

"You've explained it very clearly."

I smiled and nodded, but then suddenly froze, "You..."

When we were at the delicatessen, I was certain Tong Jiawen had returned. But now Fang Ling is speaking haltingly and taking a joke so seriously—it's obvious Tong Jiawen has left again!
Seeing Qiu Weichi leading his two children and hurrying to the ward on the wheeled-out hospital bed, my joyful, carefree mood returned completely.

This is a hospital.

On the way here, Fang Ling must have been with Tong Jiawen, so why is Tong Jiawen not here?

As soon as the old beggar was rescued, he said he wanted to see me, and also wanted to see Tong Jiawen.

Could Tong Jiawen's unusual behavior be related to that old beggar?

I took out my phone, ready to call Gao He, but he called first.

"Hey, Brother Gao, how's that old man doing now?"

"he died."

Hearing Gao He's words, my heart sank for no reason.

"died?"

"Well, it's not because of poisoning. His health is just too poor. The doctor said it's... well, he's just past his prime."

Gao asked me where I was.
I told them I was still in the hospital.

The two met in the outpatient hall, and Gao looked somewhat gloomy.

I was still somewhat immersed in the joy of Xiao Hanning's reincarnation and was hesitating whether or not to tell him the news.

He suddenly asked the monkey, "The nurse at your clinic is called... Xie Xiaohuan, right?"

"Yeah, why did you suddenly think of her?"

Gao He shook his head slightly and turned to me, saying, "Not long after you left, the old man was saved. After that... Xie Xiaohuan came to see him."

"Xie Xiaohuan came to see the old beggar?" I was somewhat taken aback.

Gao He's eyes darted around slightly as he said, "Not long after Xie Xiaohuan left, the old man suddenly..." "And then?"

Gao He pursed his lips, pulled me aside, and lowered his voice to say:

"Before the old beggar died, he told me two things. First, he asked me to tell you: 'I didn't make a mistake, I did it on purpose.' Don't ask, it's no use asking. That's exactly what he told me, those are his exact words!"

Second, he said he wanted you to handle his funeral arrangements, saying it was something you promised him twenty years ago. That's his exact words, and I really don't understand what he meant. It just means he was already quite mentally confused at the time.

“What kind of mess is this? Twenty years ago, I was still wearing diapers that my grandpa made from a vest…”

Gao He raised an eyebrow at me. "Back in Heqian Town, I think I heard you mention someone's name."

"Who?" I was even more confused.

Gao He lowered his voice even further: "Before the old man died, he finally revealed his name. He said his name was—Jiang Baohan!"

Jiang Baohan!
I was trembling violently.

Gao He nodded: "I remember you said that Jiang Baohan repaired tombs for people. Fang Ling's house... it seems that it used to be Jiang Baohan's house."

I subconsciously turned to look at Fang Ling not far away, and vaguely seemed to understand something, but upon closer thought, it didn't seem quite right.

Jiang Baohan was the original owner of Fang Ling's house before the land reform.

Furthermore, he was Tong Jiawen's eventual husband.

I have seen people as long-lived as Chen Zudao and Liu Yier, so it is not too surprising to me that Jiang Baohan has lived to this day.

But why do I feel like his appearance is hiding a conspiracy?

If the old beggar really is Jiang Baohan, then his request to see Tong Jiawen is perfectly understandable.

Because, after all, Tong Jiawen is his wife.

But if he really is Jiang Baohan, he wants to see Tong Jiawen... He even said at the end that even if Tong Jiawen is gone, he still wants to see Tong Jiawen's family...

What was his ultimate goal in making this request?
The key point is, regardless of whether his request to see Tong Jiawen stemmed from repentance or a perverted mentality...

Why did Xie Xiaohuan come to see him?
I was confused, and Gao and he couldn't understand it either.

"Oh, right, before he died, he asked me to give this to you."

Gao He took a thick envelope out of his bag and handed it to me.

I took it and looked at it. There were no words on the surface, and the seal wasn't glued on.

Pulling out the contents and unfolding it, it turned out to be a folded document—a cemetery plot purchase contract.

The cemetery is located in Shuangshan Cemetery.

I flipped through the pages one by one.

The person who signed the contract was indeed Jiang Baohan!

The last page wasn't a printed contract, but a handwritten A4 sheet of paper.

Three neat characters were written vertically above: Jiang Baohan.

In addition, his birth date was also written.

Gao He tilted his head, glanced at the last page, and reminded me:
There are words on the back as well.

I gathered the stack of papers together, turned it over, and saw that on the back of the last page, it was handwritten in the same handwriting.
Born into hardship, I often lament the blindness of Heaven; I have only just witnessed the great change of the world when my blessings have already run out; it is not a matter of temporary rise and fall, but rather the cause and effect of hereditary succession; the suffering is beyond words, the suffering is beyond words.

The first half, like the content on the front, was written with a brush, and the handwriting was just as neat as an epitaph.

There was another passage, written with a modern ballpoint pen, and it looked rather hasty, as if it had been written in a hurry.

I glanced at Gao He, licked my thumb with my tongue, and smeared it hard on one of the words.

As I raised my hand, I noticed the ink stains on my fingertips.

"It was probably written after he met with Xie Xiaohuan."

"Nurse Meng said that the pen disappeared after she left the ward."

Gao He only noticed the details of my movements; he probably hadn't seen the content before. As he spoke, he leaned forward to take a look.

I had already seen the contents of the second half of the back page. Before he could see it clearly, I tore the page off, crumpled it up, and stuffed it into my pocket.

Gao He tilted his head, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

I asked, "Is there anything else?"

Gao He nodded: "There's someone else... who wants to see you."

"Who is it?" I was completely bewildered.

Gao He stared at me and said, "It's Tong Xiangnan! I received a call earlier; he's been diagnosed with cancer. He's been granted medical parole. He's in this hospital now, and he wants to see you."

(End of this chapter)