Opening the door, the man turned on his flashlight and found the switch on the wall and turned on the light.

The dim daylight illuminates this place, it is a small bungalow, there are few things, the decoration is average, only a dozen steps into the door, in the middle of which is a large basin, in which a third of the water is contained, and the bottom of the water is precipitated with black fine dirt.

Continue to use the flashlight to look for the light switch on the wall, the area of the bungalow is not large, the wall is white paint, probably because of the early summer dampness, the wall is a little pry open.

Inside, there was a stove full of fresh vegetables and a small square table, next to only two chairs, one high and one low, next to each other, which was clearly the kitchen.

Continuing to walk inside, there was another wooden door, pushing the door, what he saw was an open-air balcony, the night was filled in an instant, by the light of the night and the flashlight of the mobile phone, he illuminated a very long wooden stick in the middle, and on the stick hung all kinds of clothes, children's clothes, women's clothes......

Obviously, these women's clothes were all worn by Yan Nuo two years ago......

He clearly remembered what kind of clothes Yan Nuo had, and even the styles and patterns of the clothes.

When I walked inside, I turned left, and there was a wooden door again, and the yellow flower curtains were drawn in the polished transparent window, faintly shining with white light.

The man walked over with light steps and knocked on the door three times.

"Who?" A boy's voice with a childish but light tone sounded, and I couldn't hear what emotions it was.

"Li Yunnian, come to your mother."

This was an answer that he had given after standing in the doorway and thinking for several seconds, an answer that he thought was appropriate and would not frighten his son.

After a few seconds of silence, Li Yunnian heard the child in the room say, "You can push the door in by yourself." ”

Li Yunnian: "........."

is as shrewd as Li Yunnian, listening to his son's words at a young age but not showing his emotions at all, he can't figure out whether Li Muyan knows the fact that Li Yunnian is his father.

When he opened the door and closed the door casually, he saw not the reception of the host's son, but a child sitting at the desk and focusing on his homework, even if he was only two and a half years old, it can be seen from his standard sitting and writing posture that it is indeed his and Yan Nuo's biological son.

Li Yunnian's heart moved, stood three meters away from Li Muyan, and asked, "I came into this room, is it the first person of the opposite sex?" ”

"It's not." The child's head is not off.

"And a lot of people of the opposite sex have come in?" The man frowned.

There is only a bed and wardrobe that is estimated to be 1.5 meters in the clean and tidy here, but no matter what, although the furniture inside is simple and poor, it is not difficult to see the hostess's intentions for it, and the warmth of home can be felt from the moment you come in.

When Li Yunnian swept the layout of the room, he heard his son's faint and cold voice sound: "Mr. Li, I am also the opposite sex here." As soon as you came, you were jealous because you thought my mother would hook up with someone else behind your back? ”

Jealousy...... Opposite sex...... Hook up......

This kind of vocabulary is not only understood by Li Muyan, but also understood and expressed it...... It's completely out of the normal child's age range.

The man was stunned for a moment, and his facial expression, which had not changed much since he came to the village, finally appeared with a hint of amusement at this moment, which was contained in his eyes: "Li Muyan, you are really my own son." ”

"Do you know how to cook?" The child who was solving the math problem finally turned his head to look at the man and threw out a problem that was not related.

Li Yunnian: "......"

The two-and-a-half-year-old Li Muyan is almost carved out of a mold like Li Yunnian when he was a child.

The child's gaze met the face of the man who was seven or eighty percent similar to himself, and said, "My mother will be back in twenty minutes, and the ingredients are all on the stove." ”