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During Ye Ji's days when he lived in seclusion, Shen Xian and Shen Yuan regularly brought ingredients to visit him, a lonely old man, every few days.Ye Ji didn't want to see them very much, but he didn't try to chase them away.When they came to theirs, he just lay on the rattan chair and fell asleep with the purple sand teapot in his arms.

Shen Yuan secretly made small reports with Dong Wuyi and the others several times, and was very dissatisfied with Ye Ji's passive and uncooperative state: "He didn't say anything about what happened to the master, and he was drunk and dreaming like an old man at the entrance of an alley all day long. , I’m old and confused.”

Dong Wuyi vomited a long smoke ring at the treetops that were flaring their teeth and claws in the winter wind: "What happened to the second master, don't you still know?"

Shen Yuan was speechless, and his ears drooped deeply.

"He's feeling bad, let him go." Dong Wuyi's cigarette rod made a crisp sound on the window sill, and said indifferently, "The situation can't get any worse, let's live it day by day. Ye San looked at Unreliable, mentality is better than anyone else. Okay, if you have time, read to him the chicken soup for the soul of "the history of the struggle against cancer of terminal cancer patients" or "the three-year vegetative person suddenly awakened under the affectionate call of his lover" to inspire him Him, don't second master his father didn't kill us, he just can't think about it and take us to be buried with him."

"..." Shen Yuan felt that what she said was very reasonable. The next day, he lifted Melatonin with his left hand and purified milk with his right, and went into the small alley of Ye Ji's house.

Today is the second day of February when the dragon raises its head, and he came to pay respects to Ye Ji.

Shen Yuan strolled to the door of Ye Ji's house in a familiar way, and before he knocked on the door, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and involuntarily took two steps back to the left.

A little man with black hair and white skin huddled under the stone pier by the door, shivering in the cold wind, looked pitiful.

Shen Yuan looked suspiciously at the person, then at the gate of Ye Ji's house, bent down and asked with a smile, "Who are you looking for?"

The villain shrank his neck back in fear, and took several seconds to raise his eyes from his knees, glanced at Shen Yuan quickly, then immediately buried his face again, stretched out a finger and pointed tremblingly at the door next to him.

"Looking for Ye Ji?" Shen Yuan was puzzled and asked, "Are you a child of his relative's family?"

The boy was very shy, and after a while he whispered, "Dad, my dad."

"..." The milk and melatonin in Shen Yuan's hand hit his toes.

Suddenly he yelled and slammed on the door desperately: "Ye Lao San, get the fuck out of me, you unruly man!!!"

……

The first sentence Dong Wuyi who rushed over when he entered the door was mocking: "Oh, man."

The little boy sitting on the sofa was crying, hiccupping at the same time, and the rabbit man couldn't stop his crying even if he coaxed and tricked him.

Ye Ji, who was watched by the crowd, sat on the other side of the sofa with a livid face, and said impatiently: "Don't cry, cry and kill you!"

The little boy's crying stopped for a second, and he looked at him in horror, and cried louder with a wow, as if to blow the roof off.

Dong Wuyi's forehead hurt from his crying, and she sat beside him gracefully wrapped in a shawl, and said softly, "Oh, little friend, don't cry. Can my sister bring you something delicious?"

The little boy wiped his tears with sobs, and said politely with his mouth flat: "Thank you, Auntie, I'm not hungry..."

"Ah, auntie?" Dong Wuyi stammered, she patted her stiff face and tried to maintain a smile, "Then can you tell auntie, who are your parents and where are they?"

The little boy didn't speak, but looked at Ye Ji timidly.

"..." Ye Ji took a deep breath, and said with gloomy eyes, "What do you think, if I can give birth, my son can be your grandfather. Don't want to touch porcelain so much!"

Dong Wuyi had to remind him: "It's not long since you tricked the second master, don't make it sound like you've been an old couple for thousands of years."

Ye Ji wanted to retort, but what Dong Wuyi said was the truth, he stroked his hands on his face, and said impatiently: "What are you doing talking so much nonsense, hurry up and call the police, and send him away. I'm not here for welfare. A hospital, not a nursery."

When the little boy heard that he was going to send him away, he burst into tears and threw himself into Ye Ji's arms to hug his legs: "I don't want to go! Daddy, don't drive me away! Daddy, you can't let me go!"

Dong Wuyi couldn't bear to watch it anymore: "Sin, Ye Laosan, isn't this the illegitimate child you made out of drunken sex?

"Put your mother's shit on!" Ye Ji yelled, picked up the little boy's collar, and poked his pink cheek, "Boy, tell me the truth, whose family do you belong to? You come out to touch porcelain at such a young age. Does dad know?"

The little boy burst into tears: "You are my father."

"..." Ye Ji said with restraint, "Don't force me to beat the child."

Shen Yuan watched silently for a long time, and raised his hand to speak: "I said, didn't you notice? This kid... looks a bit like Ye Ji," he observed carefully, "The nose and eyebrows are very similar to Ye Ji, but These eyes..."

He didn't go on talking, Ye Ji stared blankly at the boy's black grape-like eyes, and his voice was tight: "Who is your mother?"

The boy had two tear stains, his soft little hands opened, and a blue bamboo stick was lying in his palm.

There is only one word engraved on the bamboo stick-leaf.

Dong Wuyi and Shen Yuan were stunned.

Ye Ji stared at the bamboo stick for a long time, raised his palm to cover his small palm very lightly and slowly, and held the bamboo stick tightly.

The little boy patted his head maturely: "Don't be sad, Dad, I'm here."

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"So, this is really the son of Ye San and Second Master?" Yao Shaosi, who came to watch the fun after hearing the news, stared at the villain on the sofa in disbelief, and asked strangely, "Born by Second Master?"

"Thinking too much," Dong Wuyi stirred the fresh milk and poured some cocoa into it, "This child has the supernatural powers of the second and third masters, so it's probably because Ye San is babbling and muttering beside the ears of the second master for nothing." It annoys him. Just like the Balrog created the second master, the second master did the same to create a small one. The child came at the right time, with him here, the third master should think less if he has some."

Yao Shaosi looked at the child and thought deeply: "Do you think that the second master expected this day long ago, so he left this consolation for the third master."

Dong Wuyi paused his hand, and said flatly: "Maybe, he always thinks farther than others."

She brought over the cocoa milk and handed it to the little boy, wanting to ask something, but looking at that face, all words stuck in her throat.

"Thank you, auntie." The boy obediently took the milk, his eyes and eyebrows resembled Ye Ji's, but his every move revealed the shadow of another father.

Dong Wuyi choked on his "auntie" again, touched his soft short hair, and opened his throat: "Ye San! Did you ask what your son's name is!"

Ye Ji hid in the study, frowned at the "Days of Becoming a Father" that had just been displayed on his phone, and replied impatiently: "I don't know, the second child didn't tell him!"

Dong Wuyi looked at him sympathetically: "Little poor, neither of your two fathers is reliable, so go home with your sister. My sister lives in a big villa, drives a big BMW, and buys you Transformers and Gundams!"

The boy held the milk cup and shook his head: "I want to stay with Dad, and Dad told me that I must stay with Dad."

Dong Wuyi asked hesitantly, "Where's your father?"

The boy's face was blank for a moment. He lowered his head and pressed the Bambi sticker on the milk cup, and whispered, "Father said he was going to do something very difficult, and he might not come back. Dad would be very angry and sad. So let me come over with Dad and take care of him."

At that moment, Dong Wuyi's eyes were red, and she smiled and rubbed his head: "Ann, your dad is a Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death, and he is the most powerful in the three realms of the world. How can you take care of him?" , let’s go with my sister~”

"Idiot Dong," Ye Ji opened the door of the living room, and twitched his thumbs outward, "you can get out, and if you kidnap my son again, I will destroy you."

"Yo, having a son is awesome again, isn't it?" Dong Wuyi brushed her curly hair gracefully, picked up the small bag, and slipped out before Ye Jin got angry, "If you are capable, help the child's father to avenge him, Xiao Yezi, bye ~"

Because of these words, Ye Ji's face was clouded for a long time, and Xiao Ye Zi huddled on the sofa with his arms around the rabbit and dared not speak for a long time.

After a while, he raised his little face buried in the soft fur of the rabbit mantle, and said calmly, "Father, I'm hungry."

Ye Jihe trembled as if struck by lightning, looked at the young soft creature with complicated eyes, coughed and squatted in front of him, and tentatively asked: "How about I call you Little Ye Zi? "

The boy frowned and thought about the name seriously, then nodded happily, and said childishly, "Okay."

He tilted his head, looked at his acquainted father with the same eyes as Bu Fei, boldly stretched out a finger to hook his hand, and shook it: "Dad, I'm so hungry, I want to eat."

Ye Ji covered his face with one hand, and said hoarsely for a long time, "Do you want beef noodles or baked chicken rice tonight?"

Xiao Yezi struggled for a while, and made a difficult choice: "Beef noodles." He bit the corner of his mouth, "Actually, I want to eat them all."

After hesitating for a while, Ye Ji placed his hand on his soft forehead hair: "Then eat all of it."

During the days when he and Bu Fei lived together, from the initial lazy recipe to roasting the whole lamb without any difficulty, Ye Sanye devoted himself to the study of culinary skills in order to show that he is a good husband who must travel at home , well-intentioned.

Thinking about it now, Ye Ji's heart twitched.

Not allowing him to smoke more, Xiao Yezi stood on the saddle and lay down on the cooking counter eagerly urging: "Dad, hurry up, I'm hungry."

"..." Ye Ji looked at him seriously, "Son."

"Ok?"

"Did your mother give you a foodie attribute?"