Liu Yunshu took her five-year-old daughter Baozhu to seek refuge with relatives in Shanghai, but was kicked out by her aunt, leaving only one silver dollar with her. Baozhu was so hungry that she cried. Liu Yunshu gritted his teeth and walked into a cheongsam shop and asked the shopkeeper if he wanted to hire an embroiderer. The shopkeeper sneered, pointed to a damaged wedding dress in the corner and said, if you can repair it so that no trace is visible, then keep it. Liu Yunshu lowered his head and saw that the wedding dress was embroidered with a picture of a hundred children, and three boys were missing. She picked up the needle and thread, her fingers flying. Three hours later, the shopkeeper stared at the wedding dress, his hands shaking so much that he couldn't hold the tea cup. He asked Liu Yunshu, who did you study under? Liu Yunshu said, my mother taught me. The shopkeeper knelt down with a plop, "Miss, this old slave has been looking for you for ten years." The next day, Fu Siheng led troops to search the cheongsam shop and said that someone was hiding arms. Baozhu tugged at the corner of Fu Siheng's clothes and said in a sweet voice, "Uncle, you have a gun on your waist, aren't you tired?" Fu Siheng lowered his head, looked into a pair of clear eyes, and felt a sudden thump in his heart. Why does this child's eyebrows look so much like him?
