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Two days later, Luo Zijun received a call from a strange man.

He said his surname was Jiang on the phone, so it was clear who he was.

In fact, Luo Zijun was not surprised at all. He had been waiting for this call since the park had a hasty farewell.Because he observed secretly for a while later that day, and after they left, the man stared blankly at Du Chengyi's back for a long time, until the woman around him urged him several times, and then turned his head and left.He must have realized something, probably this is the intuition of being a father, it is the inseparable blood relationship.

"Hello." Luo Zijun was polite.

The man on the phone told him that he only knew that he had a son because he received a notice from the Public Security Bureau two days ago, and he murmured on the phone: "After my mother and I separated... just... Never contacted again."

The man's tone sounded tepid, which was very similar to his temperament.

It's inconvenient for outsiders to comment on matters of relationship, so Luo Zijun continued to listen, and the man explained his relationship history for a long time: "I, I really didn't know that he was... thrown into the orphanage, and he has grown up so much Well, I need to know... I..."

This person was too blunt, sticky repeating his short period of rotten love inside and out, Luo Zijun wanted to interrupt him several times, telling him your love story I am really not interested, but the other end of the phone The voice sounded a little choked, and the remorse came from the heart. Teacher Luo couldn't bear it anymore, so he could only put his phone on the table and turn it on, while he was busy with other things.

What is the use of remorse?He has already missed the most precious years of Du Chengyi, isn't there that saying?If there is regret medicine in this world, what do the police do?

Of course, Mr. Luo wouldn't say much, but when he stopped to catch his breath, he added: "I understand, I understand."

Then wait for the man to finish his tirade and throw out the final results.

"Mr. Luo, I am very grateful to you for nurturing you for so many years, and this ear is my negligence. I am really, very happy to see that he is so good now. For you and him, I don't know that I can still Compensation for what?"

Luo Zijun said lightly: "It's not your intention, you don't have to feel too guilty."

Probably because he finally sensed Luo Zijun's politeness, the man paused on the other end of the phone for a while, and said hesitantly, "...can you let me see my son?"

This is a father who has been separated from his beloved son for many years. His heartfelt and most sincere expectation should be satisfied both emotionally and rationally.

Luo Zijun sat on the edge of the bed to answer the phone, stroking the sheets with his fingers, without realizing that he was about to dig a hole in the pure cotton fabric.

"I understand, but from my standpoint, I must first communicate clearly with Dudu and respect his wishes."

The other end of the phone said repeatedly: "Of course, I will wait for your news."

The two chatted for a while, and Luo Zijun shared with him a lot of interesting things about Du Chengyi's childhood, as well as children's habits.

The man said: "It can be heard that you really like him and take care of him very carefully. I really thank you."

Luo Zijun's words are a bit uncomfortable to put into Luo Zijun's ears. Originally speaking of first-come-first-served, he should have a closer relationship with the child. The sense of territory made him feel that it should be him thanking this man for bravely admitting his son, and then The wind is light and the clouds are calm. They each go their own way.

Why does it seem like I am the outsider now?

Luo Zijun was upset, so he replied, "It is my responsibility for him to enter my door."

More than a responsibility, it is simply the sweetest burden.The man didn't understand the other meaning of the words at all, and he still said yes stupidly, and Luo Zijun didn't bother to explain.When the phone conversation was about to hang up at the end, Teacher Luo suddenly thought that since this person was surnamed Jiang, he didn't know much about Jiang Ziling, so he asked, "Mr. How much do you know?"

The man said: "If you are asking about my grandparents, I really don't know, because when I was young, I went to school in other places and didn't get along with my family for a long time. I didn't go back after graduating from university, so I vaguely listened Pa said a long time ago in our family, there were people who practiced medicine in the palace."

Luo Zijun thumped in his heart, then he couldn't be wrong, he was right.

He said calmly: "If you think of anything related, please contact me in time."

"Okay, ah, and, I really want to see my son."

After hanging up the phone, Luo Zijun saw a shadow passing by the door, like a frightened rabbit.

Teacher Luo sighed, feeling a little complicated.

The sky is going to rain, the mother wants to get married, and the father wants to see his own child. These are all taken for granted. After all, what qualifications does he, an outsider, have to stop him.

An "outsider" forcibly made Mr. Luo feel empty, and it was too hypocritical.

What about selfishness?Out of selfishness, of course Luo Zijun didn't want them to meet. He also heard the tone of the man on the phone just now, seven points apologetic, three points tentative, what was tested today was Luo Zijun's attitude, next time the interviewer will test the attitude of a child, According to the normal logic, after the meeting, they would probably propose to let Du Chengyi return to the family, as long as this man can settle the current family.

Judging from Du Chengyi's attitude towards his father, he is not disgusted, so will he agree to return to his father?

Luo Zijun didn't dare to think about it, nor did he want to think about it.In this house, the two have lived together lively and lively for six or seven years, from eating habits to daily life, they are already familiar with each other like right and left hands.Warm in winter and cool in summer, harvest in autumn and hide in winter, no matter where others are, no matter how far they run, they will never be lonely, just like a kite, knowing that there is someone holding the other end of the line, thinking about it, and there is always someone waiting at home, Waiting, lighting the lamp for him to illuminate the way back to time, this heart is full of weight.

If one day, the thread is broken, the lights go out, and the person disappears, what will he be like when he returns to this house?It's not that I can't live, but here, it should be a cold house, without temperature, not a home.

But in the final analysis, the child has to make his own decision, just like Luo Zijun told the man on the phone just now, no matter what the child decides, they must respect him.

This is Luo Zijun's last tenderness.

Teacher Luo buried his face in his hands, rubbed it hard, pressed back the heat in his eyes, and opened the door.

In the living room, Du Chengyi stood awkwardly with a plate of fruit in a daze, met Luo Zijun's eyes, and the child trembled.

Luo Zijun said, "Your dad just called."

The child lowered his head and gave a soft "hmm".

"He said he wanted to see you, and if possible, he wanted to make up for you. Do you want to go?"

Every time Luo Zijun said a word, the child's drooping eyelashes blinked.

He didn't look up and didn't answer, Teacher Luo just took a step closer, encircling him between his body and the sofa, making him unavoidable.

The child fell on the sofa, and the hands holding the plate were shaking, but Luo Zijun refused to let go, and asked again with an emphasis: "Are you going?"

Teacher Luo's heart was also trembling, every minute and every second of waiting was suffering, and every breath of the child was like torture to him, the final judgment before execution.

In fact, Ducheng Yi is also gathering courage. He heard the phone call in Teacher Luo's room just now, and he heard it clearly. Teacher Luo didn't refuse, but only said to let him decide. He knew exactly what that meant.

After a while, Du Chengyi finally raised his head to look at Luo Zijun, his eyes glistened with water.

He said: "Can I just meet him? I want to have a few words with him, but I don't want to live in the past. I think, I want to continue to live here."

Luo Zijun listened carefully to every word the child said, wishing he could engrave it on his heart with a carving knife. There was a ball of cotton on his chest, which made him feel sore and astringent, his throat was rolling but he couldn't answer a word for a long time.

The child waited cautiously for a long time, and seeing that Mr. Luo did not reply, he asked cautiously, "Is it okay?"

Luo Zijun stabilized his emotions, exhaled slowly, closed his eyes, squatted down, forehead to forehead, nose to nose: "Of course, this will always be your home."

As long as I live one day, I will guard you one day.

Du Chengyi's nose was sore, he buried his face in Luo Zijun's neck, and put his arms around his neck: "Speak well."

"a man of his words."

Luo Zijun felt a burst of dampness coming from the nape of his neck, and the child lowered his head and said "um", although it sounded dull, it was extremely soft and sweet, as if a large spoonful of honey had been sprinkled on his heart.

The two bodies were tightly pressed together, and their hearts were close to each other, as if thousands of flying horses were galloping, running out of the rhythm of "da da da", the capital Yiergen was a little burned.

Luo Zijun went to kiss the child's ear again, kissing again and again with his lips against the soft hair.Every time he kissed, Du Chengyi's fingers moved. This kind of loving and cherishing kiss had been done countless times before, but for some reason, it was different today. The child felt that something in his heart was awakening, Just about to break out of the ground.

I can't hide anymore.

Du Chengyi plunged into the room and leaned on the bed in a daze. He took out his mobile phone and wanted to talk to Xu Chen about his abnormality recently, but he didn't know where to start. He clicked on WeChat and opened a chat window. Large paragraphs of words were deleted one by one.

"Alas—" He sighed, and just about to turn on his phone and go to sleep, when the screen turned on again, Lin Xiaoyuan sent a photo—it was a man's back view, with striking red hair.

Lin Xiaoyuan said: Handsome, right?

Du Chengyi thought about it, and felt that Mr. Luo's green stubble was much cooler, so he answered seriously: It's okay.

Lin Xiaoyuan replied with a rolled-eyed expression: Tsk, no taste, wait for my master to take a high-definition cool sneak shot of you in a few days.

Du Chengyi stared at the word "sneak shot" for a long time to understand, and suddenly his eyes widened: Are you following him?

Lin Xiaoyuan: How can it be called tracking!I am really working for my own life-long happiness!

Du Chengyi suddenly thought of something, straightened his back and crossed his legs, took a few deep breaths: Do you really like him?

Hmm, don't you like me being idle?

So, what does it feel like to like?

Lin Xiaoyuan was silent for a full half a minute, and suddenly a voice came over: Ducheng Yi!Tell me honestly if you have a sweetheart!Is it the beginning of love!

The child was poked at the center of the matter, and the mobile phone slammed off the bed with a shudder, and hurriedly picked it up again.

After Lin Xiaoyuan was excited for a while, she sent several voices in a row: "Like it is like being struck by lightning, the deer bumping on the chest, rattling, do you understand?"

After Du Chengyi heard this, he felt that he was really going to die, he was not just a deer bumping around, his deer was about to have a concussion.

He made up his mind a little, and felt a deer head flying out of his chest with a "whoosh".

On the phone, Lin Xiaoyuan was still fussing: Hey, tell me, who do you have a crush on? !

Ducheng Yi Gang wanted to go back to him, you were thinking too much, suddenly out of the corner of your eye, you saw that the door was ajar at some point, Teacher Luo leaned against the door with his arms folded, squinting his eyes and looking at him.

"What's for dinner?" He asked with a hint of anger on his face.

Du Chengyi's heart felt cold, and he twitched his neck and answered smoothly: "Spicy deer head."