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When the little boy finished speaking, the box suddenly fell into silence for more than ten seconds.

Huo Yanheng's eyes flashed with surprise.

After a few seconds, his mood gradually calmed down. Hengheng was much smarter than he thought.

Ye Fei stood up slowly across from him, leaned over and put his hands on the table, staring at the little boy's face attentively.

The little boy just looked at him quietly, his eyes clear, without changing his gaze at all.

Ye Fei smiled.

He touched his chin: "It's good."

Ye Fei walked between the two of them, looking at one and then the other.

"I'm really curious about what's going on in your head."

The words were directed at Huo Yanheng.

And, "Brother?"

Ye Fei couldn't help laughing and pointed at Huo Yanheng, as if looking at a fool: "Where did you find such a young actor? He has good acting skills."

Although he was sure that everything was Huo Yanheng's trick, Ye Fei still didn't know his motives yet.

At this moment, the little boy spoke again, and his tone was very stubborn: "Ye Fei, I am really your brother, don't you remember me?"

Huo Yanheng next to him sighed silently.

It's smart, but...

However, Hengheng hadn't yet realized that the Ye Fei in his time and space was not the same person at all as the Ye Fei in this world.

Huo Yanheng finally said calmly: "What he said is true."

Ye Fei circled around and sat back on the chair, his eyebrows slightly raised, obviously not believing it at all.

"Oh, tell me then, when did I have such a 'brother'?"

He crossed his legs and pointed at the little boy opposite.

The child looked at him, pursed his lips, and said shockingly again: "You have a mole on your butt."

Huo Yanheng looked at Hengheng in surprise again. Did he even know this?

Slowly turning to the opposite side, sure enough, the smile on Ye Fei's face froze.

When he heard the little boy's words, Ye Fei subconsciously touched his butt. Thanks to Hengheng, Huo Yanheng saw for the first time his sworn enemy's face with a look as exciting as an overturned paint tray.

It makes people laugh inexplicably.

"Huo Yanheng, you..." Ye Fei looked at Huo Yanheng with extremely complicated eyes. He didn't say anything, but he seemed to have said everything.

As the two people who know both sides best in the world, Huo Yanheng understands him as well as Ye Fei understands himself. Naturally, he knows what he is thinking and said sternly:

"... Put away those dirty thoughts in your mind, I don't have a habit of peeking at men taking baths."

Ye Fei clenched his fist, then released it, picked up the water glass, took a sip of water, and put it down heavily.

"How did you know?" Ye Fei asked the little boy, then pointed at the man opposite him, his tone was rather gritty: "Did he tell you?"

Hengheng shook his head: "No, I saw it when we were taking a shower together. You said that it was a birthmark, which has been there since you were in your mother's belly. You also said that it was a mark left by your mother, and your mother will use it in the future. This one finds you.”

Hengheng still remembered that when his brother said these words, there were tears in his eyes.

My younger brother has not seen his mother since he was born.

Looking into the child's bright eyes, Ye Fei fell silent again.

He did say these words. But the time was thirty years ago, in the Yuncheng Orphanage, in the director's office.

Xiao Ye Fei didn't want to be adopted by the Jiang family because he was afraid that his mother would not find a child with a birthmark when she came to the orphanage.

However, no matter how good Huo Yanheng's methods were, would he know what he said thirty years ago?

Ye Fei suddenly fell into thinking.

**

Ye Fei suddenly fell silent, and Huo Yanheng knew that he was thinking about the authenticity of this matter.

He took out a photo album, put it on the table, and pushed it towards Ye Fei.

"You can look at this."

Ye Fei stared at the photo album suspiciously, as if it was a time bomb.

"I've finished reading it, so what do you want to say?"

A minute later, Ye Fei, who flipped through the photo album at the speed of light, threw the thing forward, and the photo album landed heavily on the table.

Huo Yanheng: "This is..."

"I know this is you, don't talk nonsense."

"This is me." Huo Yanheng turned to the family photo and slowly tapped the little boy in it with his long fingers.

Ye Fei raised his eyelids and glanced: "So?"

Wait, Ye Fei seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly straightened up, fixed his eyes on the photo, and then looked at the little boy in front of him.

A few seconds later, Ye Fei said: "Then who is he?"

The two children are exactly the same. Huo Yanheng thinks he is stupid.

Huo Yanheng's eyes were extremely calm, and he spoke slowly word by word: "He is me thirty years ago. He comes from another world."

Ye Fei looked at him and said, "You must be kidding me."

"It's not too late for you to express your opinion after I finish speaking."

Huo Yanheng replied coldly. One of the things he disliked about Ye Fei was that he was noisy.

**

"What, he is my brother? "A Family of Three"? Leng Qingqing - no, your father and your mother adopted me?!"

Huo Yanheng's expressive ability is very strong. It only took him five minutes to tell the whole story clearly. Hengheng's eyes were shining brightly when he looked at him, so powerful.

But as an audience member, Ye Fei didn't feel very good. He pointed at his nose, his eyes extremely stunned and horrified.

He shook his head and finally said what was in his heart: "Huo Yanheng, you are really crazy."

Huo Yanheng did not answer, but lowered his eyes and continued to flip through the photo album: "Look at it again. These are photos of me from childhood to adulthood."

The rest of the photos were found by Huo Yanheng from his old house.

No matter how much you say, evidence can shut people up.

Ye Fei saw all the photos of Huo Yanheng after he was four years old... At this moment, he still couldn't tell the difference between Huo Yanheng and the little boy.

In the next few years, it seemed like the growth process of the little boy in the box.

His facial features were still the same, but he grew taller and his expression became more gloomy and cold.

Further on, Huo Yanheng's shadow can gradually be seen... From the age of four to his twenties, the little boy with delicate eyebrows and a hint of cinnabar on his forehead gradually grew into what he is now.

Ye Fei raised his eyes again, a little dazzled. He saw two figures in front of him, one large and one small, that seemed to overlap. They were obviously the same person.

He scratched his hair, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and came to the conclusion again: "The photo must be of P!"

As soon as the words fell to the ground, the people opposite, one big and one small, frowned and looked at each other, as if to say——

It's really hopeless.

**

Ye Fei walked out of the door in a daze.

Hengheng was held by the man's hand and walked slowly behind.

Next to him was a little boy about the same height as Hengheng. For some unknown reason, he was rolling on the ground and crying loudly.

The father next to him knelt down and coaxed softly, while the child closed his eyes and cried loudly.

"what happened?"

A young female voice sounded, and a woman wearing a windbreaker and high heels walked over quickly and picked up the child: "What's wrong with my baby?"

The woman seemed to have magic. She said a few words in a gentle voice, and the child turned from crying to laughing.

The little boy was nestled in his mother's arms, his head resting on the woman's shoulder, and the woman's hand was patting the child's back gently.

Hengheng looked at this scene and suddenly shed tears.

He opened his mouth and was speechless for a moment.

"Mother……"

Hengheng couldn't stop her tears no matter how hard she cried, and she quickly changed from crying silently to bursting into tears.

Huo Yanheng knelt down, hesitated for a moment, and gently put his hands on the child's shoulders: "What's wrong?"

Ye Fei, who was walking ahead and about to open the door, was in a trance again. He swore that he had never heard this man speak so gently in his life.

My steps stopped involuntarily, my ears pricked up, wanting to hear what they were talking about.

The little boy cried until his voice became hoarse. Anyone who heard the little boy's cry would be heartbroken. Ye Fei's heart seemed to have been hit, and an unspeakable feeling surged into his heart.

"...I want to go home. I miss my mother and brother, as well as my father and grandma..."

"Uncle, can you take me home?"

Hearing the little boy's plea, Ye Fei's face turned grim and he couldn't help but clench his fists.

——As expected, it was the child Huo Yanheng abducted from outside.

He turned around resolutely and made a decision that he had never thought of at this moment - he wanted to take the child away.

He was sending the little boy home.

But the little boy's next words made him freeze in place, and his body seemed to be hit by something for an instant, unable to move.

——"Ye Fei's stuffed bear can't be found." The child sobbed.

"I promised him that I would help him find it. It was the only thing his mother left for him..."