Hearing the nervousness of the young man, Ding Yong got up, took out the wet wipes that Dongfang Xu occasionally gave him, and carefully scrubbed the blood stains on his hands.

Only then did he turn back to the young man and say, "Don't worry, you didn't kill her." ”

"......"

Wei Sixian still looked at Ding Yong uneasily, "But my knife has obviously pierced her flesh." ”

Ding Yong patiently told the boy about his physical condition and told him that the second child died from a bullet in the head.

After learning these news, Wei Qixian's nervous mood relaxed a little.

But he couldn't help but ask, "What about ...... Uncle, am I still a bad boy? ”

Ding Yong raised his hand and rubbed his head and said, "As long as you don't have a bad heart, you're not a bad boy." ”

Feeling the warmth of his big hand on the top of his head, the boy began to enjoy it very much.

But soon his body stiffened, holding his breath, and he did not dare to move.

He remembered that the hand full of warmth had moved the dead man not long ago!

Discovering the boy's abnormality, Ding Yong looked at him suspiciously: "What's wrong?" ”

Wei Yixian reluctantly pulled the corners of his lower lip, his heart seemed to jump out of his chest, and he said with difficulty: "I...... I'm fine. ”

That trembling voice, how could it escape Ding Yong?

He smiled and withdrew his hand and said, "Don't worry, as long as you don't hurt others casually in the future, you won't be a bad boy." ”

To be honest, Ding Yong had no way to attack this kid.

Even though he knew that he might be Wei Canghai's relative, the child's eyes told Ding Yong that this was an innocent teenager who had not been polluted.

"Really?"

Obviously, this news is particularly important to the teenager.

Wei Qixian was immediately so overjoyed that he wanted to pour out all the words in his heart: "Uncle, don't worry, my mother has taught me since I was a child to be a qualified socialist successor." ”

"I won't hurt others, I'll be a big hero like my uncle, fight bad guys, and protect ordinary people."

Seeing him like this, Ding Yong couldn't help but rub his head again.

Before the boy could react, he took his hand back and said, "Come, tell my uncle now, what's your name?" Who else is in the house? ”

Perhaps it was the excitement just now that made the boy less afraid of the dead.

He was no longer as afraid of Ding Yong's big hand that had touched a dead man as he was before.

Hearing him ask about his information, the young man hurriedly said, "My name is Wei Qixian." There is a father and a mother at home. ”

Speaking of this, the young man scratched his head a little sadly, and said in a low voice: "It's just that my mother said that my father has a special job and can't come back to accompany me from time to time." ”、

"Have you seen your father?"

Ding Yong became curious, and looked at Wei Yixian with soft eyes.

Wei Qixian nodded vigorously: "Yes, although my father is very busy, he occasionally brings a lot of delicious food back to see me and my mother." ”

Speaking of this, the young man tilted his head and folded his fingers to count: "Well, at least once a year, sometimes two or three times. ”

"On average, twice a year, I'm twelve years old."

Speaking of this, a bright smile bloomed on the young man's little face with blood, "In this way, I have seen my father a total of twenty-four times. ”

Ding Yong and Wei Qixian calculated the numbers, and they couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

When he was twelve, he had seen his father twenty-four times, but he didn't know how long his father would stay when he came home.

Thinking of this, he blurted out this question.

Wei Qixian smiled: "Every time my father comes home, he will stay at home for one night and tell me the story of heroes. ”

It's just that after laughing, the young man's expression dimmed twice, "It's a pity that every time Dad leaves the house, it's after I fall asleep." ”

"I've never seen my dad off, and I don't know what he's busy with every day?"