With her face, she was somewhat similar to her grandmother, so she deliberately wanted to test the old lady.

But she was afraid that she would speak rashly, which would backfire.

It seems that we have to find an opportunity.

Try to see.

"My ancestor is so open-minded, but my ancestors and uncle are so old, don't worry about it anymore. Come on, let's continue playing cards..."

"Yes, playing cards, don't mention the unfilial son of the mistress!"

The ancestor had silver hair and looked energetic. She was very well maintained and did not look like a centenarian at all.

Ye Tianxin sat next to Li Xingchen, her well-behaved and sensible appearance attracted the ancestors to look at Ye Tianxin a few more times.

After a while, an elderly woman came in from outside, and she walked in with a little boy over one year old.

She walked to the old lady before and whispered, "Grandma, this kid has been crying..."

"I just said, it seems that I heard that your good grandson was crying, but you don't believe it!"

The ancestors smiled heartily.

The old lady said, "It's still the best of my ancestors' ears. My ears are almost deaf!"

The old lady turned around and hugged the little boy. The little boy seemed to be wronged and hugged the old lady's neck tightly with her chubby hands.

"Grandma, I want to feel it."

The old lady stood up and asked her granddaughter-in-law to play cards.

She sat aside, hugged her little grandson, and hummed a nursery rhyme.

"Fat baby chubby, ride a horse to Shudu..."

When the familiar nursery rhyme rang, Ye Tianxin's body seemed to be hit by lightning.

She walked mechanically to the old lady and said hoarsely, "Shudu is so funny, the fat baby rides a white horse..."

The old lady was stunned for a moment, "You can sing too?"

"Old lady, may I ask, are you Xingya?"

Ye Tianxin knew that she suddenly asked this, which was a bit abrupt, but she couldn't help it. She didn't want to miss this slight possibility.

Xingya?

Xingya?

These two words seemed to ring in the old lady's ears with the unique fragrance of the soil.

It has been many years, many years, and no one has called her name.

Xingya.

Xingya.

"How do you know my nickname is Xingya?"

The old lady's voice also showed some sobs.

Ye Tianxin's tears couldn't help but shed tears. She pretended to be calm and held back her excitement, "My grandmother is called Lian Ya. She said that she had an older sister who was fostered in the year of famine. From then on, the two sisters never contacted each other again..."

The movements between Ye Tianxin and the old lady were naturally seen by their ancestors and Li Xingchen.

Li Xingchen walked to Ye Tianxin's side, held her shoulders, and she whispered, "Sweetheart..."

Ye Tianxin stretched out her hand and patted Li Xingchen's hand. She said excitedly, "Sister Xingchen, I'm fine!"

After she finished speaking, she said to the old lady, "If possible, can you ask me to do a DNA test with my grandmother?"

The old lady stroked the hair on her forehead with her right hand. Her right hand had six fingers, and her hand was trembling constantly.

At that moment, Ye Tianxin was almost certain that she was Xingya.

She is the sister that grandma never forgets.

Ye Tianxin also knew that no matter how sure she was, it would be useless. Everything needed DNA identification to count.
Chapter completed!