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After thinking about helping the child find a father, Luo Zijun decided to take the child back to the Public Security Bureau in his hometown during the winter vacation to collect a DNA blood sample, and then wait to see what results Zhuang Shihuai can get.

He thought about it, if the child is indeed inextricably linked to Jiang Ziling, then there must be clues to his life experience in his hometown.

Uncle Cui's store still looks tepid, but he hasn't seen him for a while, and he has a few silver hairs in his black hair. His son was not found, and there is an indelible sadness between his brows.

Luo Zijun ordered two bowls of noodles for himself and the child as usual, and chatted with him while eating, and then consciously asked him if there was a family named "Jiang" in this town who used to work in the government.

Luo Zijun just had a little luck, the noodle restaurants in the south are like the teahouses in the north, especially the old ones, there are old residents who know the basics, and they gather together to chat and exchange some after-dinner conversations. Whoever happens to have heard some useful unofficial history from their grandparents.Of course, he didn't dare to give much hope. After all, even the police station and the Public Security Bureau have no clue. The possibility of finding out some truth from ordinary people is less than 5.00%.

"There is ginger, but it was moved from other places. It seems to be a butcher. Hey, if you like to eat lamb, go to his house in winter. He always likes to stick two sticks at the door, so that the sheep's hands and feet are cut like this." Bundled, hung up like clothes to dry, then wiped with a knife, tsk tsk, fresh!"

A group of old men were delighted when they said that, Luo Zijun thought about Mr. Jiang and the butcher who slaughtered the sheep a little bit, and a chill came up behind him.

"Young man, you ask the errand, it's too late, what kind are you looking for?"

Luo Zijun thought for a while, maybe warlocks are not very popular among the people, but if Mr. Jiang is also proficient in medicine, he might have some fame here: "Are there any doctors or good at treating others?"

A group of people looked at each other and talked together for a while, and suddenly someone said hesitantly: "There is a doctor who is said to have treated the emperor's old son. When the plague broke out, he was the one who suppressed it, which is very mysterious, but it seems that his surname is not Jiang."

According to the job description, it fits the bill, but why isn't the surname Jiang?

The man said again: "But I heard that he has no parents or descendants, so he comes and goes alone."

Luo Zijun's heart moved and he asked, "What about after you go?"

"Then I don't know. It's all rumors. Who can guarantee the truth?"

Luo Zijun thanked them, and took Du Chengyi back to the house.

The kid on the road asked him, "The Mr. Jiang you mentioned has something to do with me?"

Teacher Luo said: "It should have a lot to do with it. Your reaction to this house last time should have something to do with him."

"Then where is he now?"

"I don't know, this is what I want to find out." Speaking of this, Luo Zijun suddenly had an idea in his head, grabbed the child's hand and asked, "Are you named after your father or mother?"

The child blinked: "I heard from the dean that it's my mother."

Luo Zijun took a deep breath: "Then what's your father's last name?"

The child looked at him with a puzzled face, and Teacher Luo laughed. Yes, how could he know what his father's last name was? They have been inseparable for a hundred years, and they are born to walk shoulder to shoulder.

After the proof?

Teacher Luo scratched his hair, feeling a little anxious, proving that intimacy was not enough, and wanted to do something, but after thinking about it, he felt that he was an asshole.

When Luo Zijun woke up the next day, he found that the child had already got up wrapped in a quilt, but he was lying on the bed with his hair dazed and his knees curled up, looking a little pitiful.

Teacher Luo reached out to grab his shoulder, the child suddenly trembled and hid to the side, his whole body was stiff.

Luo Zijun plucked his hair and asked him what was the matter. The child stammered and murmured that he was dreaming, and he hurriedly put on his clothes and jumped out of bed to wash up. When he was walking, his posture was a little twisted—because the front gear was wet.

He didn't actually lie, he did have a dream last night.

He dreamed that under the corner of the front yard of this old house, a tree of plum blossoms bloomed; he dreamed that he stood on tiptoe under the plum tree and kissed another young man with curly hair, and that young man had the face of Uncle Luo, And I called him "Baibu" in my dream.

The touch in the dream is 12 times real.

From the young man's hand touching his face, to the young man's hand lingering on his lips, rough fingertips across his soft lips, the heart of "myself" in the dream trembled, the two faced each other, nose to nose, The hot air exhaled blended together ambiguously, and the lips were so close that they almost touched each other.

So "I" didn't care about it, and stuck it on tiptoe.He was held in the palm of the young man with one hand, and the scorching heat came through him, and he hooked the young man's neck with the other hand.

The young man's other hand went around his waist and pressed his whole body into his arms.

The tactile sensation of the lips and tongue is too obvious, the softness and wetness of the tip of the tongue across the mouth, and the continuous sound of tsk tsk water are all real, oh, and the heat and strange feeling from the hem of the clothes.

After a kiss, both of them were out of breath.The young man conveniently picked another plum blossom and put it on "his own" hair bun. He slid his fingers from his eyebrows to the tip of his nose and tapped it lightly.

He said, "It's beautiful."

Even the voice is exactly the same as Uncle Luo.

Frightened, Du Chengyi secretly stripped off his trousers to wash, and worried that Luo Zijun would rush in if he found out, and his mind was in a mess. How can a man like a man?The science and nature classes in school and the messy animal world on TV only tell them that male and female mating is the natural law of the animal world, and there is no male and male.

But after thinking about it, it’s not all true. For example, Xu Chen and Uncle Li Liang, Uncle Xu Zhiyuan and Xu Wenyuan, and Boss Nian and Lao Qi, don’t they all love each other and get along peacefully, and Lin Xiaoyuan also said that he likes men, isn’t it true? Are they all normal?

After brushing his teeth, Du Chengyi came out from the next door in a daze, the toothpaste around his mouth was not wiped clean, Luo Zijun changed clothes by the bed with his back turned to him, showing his strong and beautiful back muscles, looking down along the curvature of the spine, Du Chengyi was heartbroken With a jump, he quickly looked away as if on fire.

Luo Zijun turned around, saw the child standing there holding the towel, and asked with a smile, "Why is it taking so long?"

The child wanted to tell him the dream, and wanted to ask him why a man could like a man, but staring at Uncle Luo's face, he couldn't say anything.

Luo Zijun saw that he didn't respond, so he lowered his head and leaned over to wipe the toothpaste on his mouth. When he got close, the child was startled, and jumped back like a spring, kicking the chair by his feet.

His panicked appearance was really abnormal, the child was thinking how to make up an excuse to get over it, the phone rang, Lin Xiaoyuan called, the child picked it up, secretly heaved a sigh of relief for escaping the catastrophe.

Lin Xiaoyuan's voice sounded very excited on the phone, and it felt like a gust of wind: "Ducheng Yi, tell me, who came to your house that day?".

"Which one?" Several people came to their house that day.

"Who else could it be! The red-haired one!"

Du Chengyi thought for a while and said, "Uncle Luo, friends, I don't know either."

He wanted to hurry up and change his clothes, and he had to go out with Uncle Luo today, so he put the phone on the table and pressed the speakerphone.

Lin Xiaoyuan shouted excitedly: "I want to chase him!"

The sound of heavy objects hitting the ground came from the phone, Du Chengyi was startled, and quickly asked him, "Are you all right?"

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay, hey, do you have any photos of him at your uncle's place, please send me some later."

Du Chengyi was embarrassed, rushed over and wanted to press the speakerphone, but it was too late, Luo Zijun stopped him with a thoughtful face.

The child could only clear his throat and forcibly change the subject, lest Lin Xiaoyuan would say something so unreliable that he would frighten his Uncle Luo.

He asked, "Is your dad coming back these days?"

Lin Xiaoyuan snorted coldly: "Come back, what a fart, I'm busy taking Xinhuan to the mountains and rivers, don't I still have a little one in my stomach?"

"Then... is your mother okay?"

"It's okay, she's used to it. I'm fine. Does your uncle have WeChat?"

The topic went back again, Du Chengyi had a headache, hurriedly excused himself to have something to do and hung up the phone.

Du Chengyi and Luo Zijun stared at each other for a while, and the child said, "He said he wanted to chase Uncle Zhuang."

Luo Zijun said, "I heard you."

The child let out an "oh" and bent down to rummage through the suitcase to change.

Luo Zijun squinted his eyes as he stared at his protruding buttocks and white and tender legs: "When can I eat peaches?"

Ducheng Yi is full of question marks.