Quickly wear it and I have it again

The portrait is a pair of ancient father and son sitting in front of the window.

The adult man was wearing an ancient gown, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a heroic face, but his hair was extremely short, and a few ring scars could be seen faintly. He looked like a monk who had returned to vulgarity.

In his arms, he was holding a lovely baby. His skin was smooth and smooth, and his eyes were lively. It was actually seven points similar to that of the afternoon.

On the side of the portrait, there is a line of small characters written, "My husband and my son, I love and miss me; I will leave for a few years, and the days are like years."

Chuhe's fingers trembled across the line of small characters.

He is a loyal fan of Dangwu, and he is very familiar with Dangwu's painting skills. When he looks at the portraits on the portraits, he knows that they are done by himself.

Moreover, the hardcover limited edition comic book he bought had Dang Wu's autograph, so he knew that the small print on it was also written by Dang Wu himself.

With a "thump" in his heart, he cast his eyes on the last photo clipped.

It was a photo of the three of them that looked very old.

The black-and-white photo and the old setting all confirm that this is an old photo with the vicissitudes of the Republic of China.

The characters in the photo are two grown men and a tiger-headed baby, posed in the most common pose among Chinese people, with the father on the left, the mother on the right, and the mother holding the baby in her arms.

However, there is also a young man sitting in the place of the mother on the screen.Handsome as jade, temperament like blue, it seems very strange at first glance, but if you look closely, there is a shadow that can't be erased in the afternoon.

The man sitting next to him is tall, with a resolute face and full of heroic spirit. He holds the hand of the man who looks like Dang Wu with one hand. The love between the two can be felt through the photos.

And the baby in the man's arms was wearing the small clothes of that era, with crotch pants, revealing a baby that could make adults sweat.

Chu He stared at the face of the mighty man in the photo and frowned.

This man, as well as the monk in the portrait just now, looked very similar to himself from different angles.

But no matter how similar they are, they are not themselves!

But what kind of relationship do these two men, and the two children have with Dang Wu?

Recalling the intermittent babbling in the coma that afternoon, I missed you one by one, I missed my son, the tone, the feeling, it was as if these children were born by him and those two men.

Chuhe suddenly felt an indescribable sourness welling up in his chest.

But that jealousy didn't take long before it was quickly replaced by another emotion.

He stroked the portraits and photos full of age, and felt an indescribable strange feeling in his heart.

This long time, this intimate relationship, this strange child, what is going on here?

Under the blue sky and bright sun, in the luxurious car, Chuhe suddenly shuddered greatly.

He slowly pulled out the portrait and the old photo from the portfolio, and came to Dangwu.

"Is this what you want to see?"

Half asleep and half awake at noon, he heard Chuhe's low voice of inquiry. He didn't know what kind of force was supporting him. His face was flushed with fever, and he suddenly opened his eyes that had been closed tightly.

In front of me are the portraits and photos that I often take out to chat and masturbate. Dang Wu slowly stretched out his tired hands, took them from Chuhe, and gently placed them on his chest, caressing them like stroking treasures.

"Chunyi, Xiaohulu, Tiankuo, Erhulu, I miss you so much, don't worry, I will be reunited with you when I complete the task now..."

He muttered to himself, the high fever made him dizzy, and he completely forgot about the person beside him whose face was getting darker and darker.

Chuhe narrowed his eyes, as if he had made a big determination, he nodded vigorously.

He slowly sat beside Dang Wu, slowly leaned his body against his arms, pointed at Chu Tiankuo in the photo, and asked softly, "Who is he?"

In the embrace of Chu He, who was hot in the afternoon, seemed to be comforted. He heard his question dimly, and replied, "He is my second husband, Chu Tiankuo."

Chuhe gritted his teeth and pointed at Chunyi's portrait with his finger.

"The second one? What about the first one? Is it this monk?"

Dang Wu laughed confusedly, "Yes, that's him, a stupid monk..."

Chuhe was so angry with the happy smile on his face that his back molars ached.

"It's amazing. The man I'm looking for is either a macho or a monk. Then what happened to these two children, adopted?"

Dang Wu's fingers were rubbing back and forth on the face of the little gourd, and when he heard the word 'adopt', two red phoenix eyes stood up suddenly.

"Adopt? Why do you think of adopting? Tell you, I will give birth myself, why should I adopt someone else's child!"

Dang Wu's mouth pouted angrily.

Chuhe couldn't help but have a puzzled expression on his face.

"Oh, you gave birth to yourself? Was that a surrogate?"

In the afternoon, he struggled hard in his arms, the high fever made him collapse all over, and he barely tilted his head, but the tone of his words showed a hint of misunderstood annoyance.

"What surrogacy? I said that I will give birth by myself, and I will give birth to the child myself! Do you understand?"

Chuhe: "Okay, okay, I understand, good boy, don't be angry, you still have a fever, don't be so angry. I will let the car drive faster, so I can go to the hospital to give you a fever-reducing needle. If it burns down, I guess my brain will burn out."

Chuhe felt that he didn't know whether to continue to grit his teeth and be angry, or to take his words as nonsense.

If you believe him, what he said about having a baby is a bit too outrageous.

But to say that what he said was all nonsense, what about the portrait of the affectionate man and the black-and-white photo with solid evidence?

Although I have gradually learned about his character since I fell in love with him secretly, knowing that he is a guy who is both sullen and happy, and possessed by weird elves, I also accept and like these qualities of him.

But the man in front of him is not just as simple as a strange spirit, but also has some sense of mystery that Chuhe feels inexplicable.

Hey, let's talk about everything after his fever subsides. Maybe, he really has a fever.

Thinking this way in his heart, but the eyes of Yingdi Chu involuntarily slipped to Dang Wu's stomach.

Men give birth?

No, let me be quiet first...

The RV drove into a high-end private hospital that Chuhe was very familiar with.

He is a VIP guest here, and he has a regular physical examination here every year, and occasionally has minor ailments, and he will come here for treatment.

The most famous doctors in the hospital are very familiar with him.

He deftly carried Tang Wu to a very familiar physician.

The doctors and nurses have also read the news about him coming out with Dangwu in the past two days, and they were surprised and excited to see him come to the office for treatment with the cartoonist in his arms.

After carefully looking at the exogenous sensations that afternoon, the doctor began to examine seriously.

From Chuhe's point of view, it was nothing more than the fact that he had been bullied violently in the past two days, and somewhere the inflammation might have been induced, and he caught a cold in the water battle at noon today, which is why he had a cold and fever.

Although he was ashamed to tell the doctor about such a problem, he thought that the doctor could come to the conclusion of a cold after a simple look.

But for some reason, the doctor's stethoscope was on Tang Wu's chest for a long time, and he took his pulse for a long time, but he remained silent.

Chuhe wondered, this is obviously a western medicine hospital, how could the doctor diagnose the patient's pulse.

After a while, the doctor took off the stethoscope and seemed to be muttering something, but it seemed to be talking to himself, and the people around him couldn't hear clearly.

Chuhe inquired about the condition of the afternoon with some anxiety. The doctor raised his head, touched the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and hesitated to speak.

Chuhe was confused by him, and his brows were frowned into a knot.

This patient is already eccentric enough, how can a well-known expert and famous doctor suddenly become so abnormal.

The doctor walked back and forth twice in the room, and suddenly called out to let the nurses in the room go out first, and closed the door behind him.

At this time, Dang Wu on the medical bed seemed to be still in a deep coma.

"Mr. Chu, I want to ask you some more private questions, which are related to Mr. Zheng's health and condition. I wonder if you can cooperate with me?"

The corner of Chuhe's mouth trembled, and he nodded in embarrassment.

He felt that Dr. Lin was worthy of being a famous doctor, and he must have seen that his illness that afternoon was related to being bullied by him, so he wanted to verify it.

However, as long as you can see it, you must confront me whether we have done it or not?

Dr. Lin seemed to be thinking about how to ask. After hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke again.

"Mr. Chu, have you ever had sex with Mr. Zheng?"

Chuhe: "Yes, yes."

Dr. Lin nodded, "During that time, did you pay attention to Mr. Zheng's physical characteristics?"

Chuhe was stunned, his eyes narrowed into a line, "Physical characteristics? What do you mean, he has no characteristics, just an ordinary man."

Dr. Lin adjusted his glasses, and some sweat leaked from the tip of his nose.

"Well, Mr. Chu is like this. I dare not guarantee it, but from my experience, Mr. Zheng may be a..."

The doctor seemed to be hesitating whether to say this or not.

Chuhe: "What is it? Please tell me clearly!"

Doctor: "Probably an intersex person!"

Chuhe: "..."

System: "Pfft!"