Chapter 80 Clues to Huo Qizheng's Biological Parents (2/2)

“But after I turned eighteen, I never thought about it again. I dedicated myself to the country, and whether I had parents or not became less important.”

But today, while reading the handwriting in the photograph in Gu Huaiming's book, a bold idea suddenly came to mind.

It was as if a giant hand had ripped open the wound that he had hidden so well for so many years, leaving it bloody.

Perhaps this is what "feeling apprehensive as one gets closer to home" means—the closer one gets to the truth, the more afraid one becomes that everything will vanish into nothingness again.

Lin Han felt a dampness on her neck, and her heart softened. She hugged Huo Qizheng and kissed his Adam's apple.

Like a wild beast that has been provoked, Huo Qizheng grabbed Lin Han and pinned her down, plundering her body impatiently and wildly.

A thorough and intense storm swept through the entire bedroom.

"Baby, let me carry you to take a bath."

Lin Han was too exhausted to even move a finger, and let Huo Qizheng carry her to the bathroom.

After the two of them took a shower, they lay in bed, and Huo Qizheng told Lin Han what he had seen that day.

Lin Han sat up abruptly. "You mean the old pocket watch my aunt found?"

"Yes, that's it."

Lin Han, supporting her aching back, opened the drawer of the bedside table. The pocket watch was a gift from Huo Qizheng when they first shared a room.

She didn't think much of it and casually put it in the drawer of the cabinet.

So those were tokens of love between Huo Qizheng and his family?

"You're saying this handwriting is the same as the one in the photo in Aunt Qin's study? You wouldn't happen to be the child that Aunt Qin and Chief Gu lost, would you?"

Huo Qizheng shook his head. "I'm not sure."

Lin Han had truly searched high and low without finding the person he was looking for; it turned out that the person had been right beside him all along.

That day, she listened to all the gossip in Kyoto and the surrounding area of ​​Qingzhou in 1939 through a loudspeaker, but she couldn't find out a single thing about Xiaotian.

The enemy agent jumped out of the car with a child in his arms. More than 20 years have passed. Where can we find him now?

It's hard to say whether the child will live or die.

Now, with clues from the handwriting in the photo, the truth will soon come to light after further verification.

"Honey, I'll help you figure out how to confirm the handwriting. Leave the rest to me, don't worry."

I understand your concerns. I won't reveal a single thing to Aunt Qin or Chief Gu until I confirm the handwriting is from the same person.

She knew that Huo Qizheng was worried that if the two handwritings were not related, Qin Shuman and Gu Huaiming would also feel disappointed.

The next day, Lin Han and Huo Qizheng got up, had breakfast, and then went to Qin Shuman's house.

Today is Gu Huaiming's 59th birthday, and Li Qinwu came to his house early this morning to help.

When Qin Shuman saw Lin Han arrive, she took her hand and led her to the living room to rest, while she took out the snacks to serve the guests and placed them on the coffee table.

Gu Huaiming and his old comrade-in-arms were making tea at the tea table. He beckoned Huo Qizheng over, introduced his old comrade-in-arms to Huo Qizheng, and then asked him to sit down and have tea together.

Lin Han knew that the people who came today were all important figures, and that Gu Huaiming was also trying to pave the way for Huo Qizheng, so she wisely refrained from disturbing them.

"Aunt Qin, I'm a little bored. Could you find me a couple of books to read?"

Qin Shuman didn't guard against her and let her go to Gu Huaiming's study to look at whichever book she liked.

That's great, Lin Han came into the study alone.

According to Huo Qizheng's description last night, she found the book "Military Command and Operations" with the old photos inside.

The person in the photo is Gu Huaiming when he was young, and a middle-aged couple is standing behind him.

Lin Han took out a camera from her spatial storage and took a picture of the old photo and the old pocket watch together.

Lin Han: Fangfang, could you find a handwriting expert to help me determine if these two handwritings were written by the same person?

Fangfang: Okay, no problem.