When a round female voice rang out from the other end of the phone.

Luo Yiyi's heartbeat was like a drum beat. She swallowed her saliva, her tone was extremely nervous and nervous, "Hello, are you Teacher Tang Xiaorong?" "I am Tang Xiaorong.

"The voice over there was very calm, "But it's not Teacher Tang, is there anything wrong with you?" Luo Yiyi covered her mouth and tears flowed. For the first time, she felt that she was so close to the truth of her mother, "I, do you know Xie Zhiran? I am Xie Zhiran's...daughter.

"Even though she tried her best to suppress herself, she still couldn't help but feel excited and her voice was choked.

The other end of the phone was quiet for a moment, and Luo Yiyi's heart was so nervous that her throat was so painful that she felt tight, "Teacher Tang, are you listening?" "At.

"Tang Xiaorong's tone fluctuated slightly. When the name she hadn't heard for many years got into her ears, she almost thought she had heard it wrong, "You, is there anything?" "Teacher Tang, I want to see you, my mother... Xie Zhiran... passed away when I was a teenager, I..." When she mentioned her mother, Luo Yiyi's heart was as uneasy as a tide, and she spoke incoherently. She felt that she was really out of control.

"good.

"Before she finished speaking, Tang Xiaorong responded decisively. An old friend from many years ago disappeared and lost all contact information. She also wanted to know what happened to that old friend. Meeting his daughter and recalling his former friendship was a regret for her.

"Thank you, thank you.

"Luo Yiyi finally cried. Maybe her mother is really the designer Xie Zhiran. Maybe her mother is really with Shen Xiongbing... No matter how many there are, it may need to be confirmed in person.

The two quickly made an appointment for the time and place.

Luo Yiyi was very happy and surprised that the process of acquaintance with Tang Xiaorong was so simple. Many years later, Tang Xiaorong was willing to meet her old friend's daughter.

The location is in the cafe near where Tang Xiaorong works. Luo Yiyi immediately drove from the group to the car. On the way, her thoughts were flying endlessly.

When the car was parked at the entrance of the cafe, she jumped out of the car and walked into it with her feet in high heels.

She didn't know Tang Xiaorong, but after entering, she immediately found a woman in her sixties in the corner. Her hair was neatly folded up, wearing a simple cheongsam, and her makeup on her face exuded noble elegance.

Luo Yiyi walked over, looked at her with a steady look, her lips curled up slightly, and said carefully, "Hello, is it Teacher Tang Xiaorong?" Tang Xiaorong was also looking at her, stunned, it looked so similar. She was observing every detail and every facial expression of her, as if she had been reborn from an old friend, as if she had traveled through more than 30 years, "You are Xie Zhiran's daughter, and you are just carved from the same mold as your mother.

"A sentence wiped out the faint fantasy in Luo Yiyi's heart. Before she stepped into this place, she was still fantasizing that maybe it was wrong, maybe Tang Xiaorong's friend Xie Zhiran was not her mother.

The curve of Luo Yiyi's mouth became stiff, her eyes were red, and a layer of mist mist covered her sight.

What did my mother experience? She had to hide her identity as a designer, to overwhelm her talents, and to turn herself into a woman who is so ordinary that she is no longer ordinary.

What did my mother experience to give up her life because of an umbrella on a rainy night.

What did my mother experience? She never told her daughter and husband until she died. She was once brilliant.

Tang Xiaorong was a little frightened by her appearance, and stood up gracefully, her tone was gentle like a lark, "Child, what's wrong with you?" Luo Yiyi wiped her tears and shook her head, "It's nothing, Teacher Tang."

"Call me aunty."

"Luo Yiyi nodded with a sob, "Auntie.

"Tang Xiaorong comforted her for a while, Luo Yiyi sat down and looked at the delicate face opposite her. The few wrinkles told the vicissitudes of time. She could never see her mother's wrinkles and white hair again, and she could not see her mother's old appearance, and she could not repay her mother's deep love.

“Child, I’m glad to see you.

"Tang Xiaorong's voice was beautiful and beautiful.

Luo Yiyi sniffed and saw that her mother's former friend was still beautiful and exquisite. She imagined her mother's appearance when she was young, and she must be so elegant and fashionable. "In my memory, my mother is an ordinary woman. The acquaintance between my father and my mother was probably the most down-and-out time of my mother. For many years, my parents have been living an ordinary life. Apart from work, all the remaining time is spent with me and taking care of the family. She is the center of our family and the source of our happiness.

"Tang Xiaorong's excitement gradually calmed down, and then he paid attention to the necklace between her neck, "This is what your mother left for you. I seem to have seen this necklace. The original version should be silver.

"Luo Yiyi's heart was shocked, silver? No, the original version she saw was made of gold, how could it become silver? Is there any other story? Tang Xiaorong said in surprise, "What's wrong? Am I wrong?" Luo Yiyi reacted. After her mother met her father, she had long stopped being a designer. The necklace was customized by her father, and of course it was not the original version.

"Nothing, aunt, this necklace is made by my father according to my mother's drawings and a gift to my mother. My family is just an ordinary family. My father gave my mother a chain of gold and a pendant of artificial ruby. I changed it to a chain of platinum and a pendant of natural ruby.

"Tang Xiaorong has been in the industry for many years and can see the material at a glance. "As for the proportion, I can't remember it very clearly, but the style is really the same. The reason I still remember it fresh is because the original chain is made of silver, the pendant is made of red coral, and the cost is very cheap. That is probably the most difficult period for Xie Zhiran. I am not very clear about the reason for her difficulty. She must have been in love, but she has always kept it secret, mysterious, after all, it is privacy. She doesn't want to say it, and I don't want to ask too much. At that time, the work was released, and I liked it very much. I wanted to sponsor her to exchange the material she should have so that the work would show the most beautiful style, but she refused. She said, this is the most beautiful style, and I was lucky enough to see it once, and later I didn't know where I went.

"Luo Yiyi got the point, "My mother has been in love?" Tang Xiaorong smiled, "This is just my guess, but I don't know the specific situation.

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(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!