Wei Xiaobao had been playing outside until the evening, estimating that the foreign devils at home had left, so he hummed a little song and returned to Lichun Courtyard.

When he was about to arrive at Lichun Courtyard, he heard someone shouting to him from afar: "Xiaobao, Xiaobao." ”

The person who came was Uncle Guigong Bing from Lichun Courtyard, and Uncle Bing came to Wei Xiaobao out of breath, and said impatiently: "Where did you kid go, I couldn't find you for a long time." ”

Xiaobao smiled and asked flatteringly, "Uncle Bing, what are you looking for me?" ”

Uncle Bing looked at Xiaobao with a look of 'you kid has good luck': "I don't know very well, it seems that Uncle Yang is your father, looking for you to go over to recognize your relatives." ”

Xiaobao shook his head with a look of 'I don't believe it': "Don't be kidding, look at me, from top to bottom, that place looks like a foreign devil, how can there be a foreign devil father?" ”

The turtle snorted lightly: "You have a kind of don't go, if your father can't wait to leave, don't cry your nose." ”

Xiaobao saw that what the turtle Gong said was serious, and he couldn't help but doubt in his heart: Could it be that there is really such a thing?

How can it be?

How can I, Wei Xiaobao, be the son of a foreign devil?

But here's the thing: if there's nothing important, Turtle Gong won't come out to me.

When the turtle came out to find me, it must be an important thing, if there is an important matter, how can he have the leisure to lie to me?

After pondering for a long time, Wei Xiaobao figured it out: whether it is true or not, go back and take a look, you will know, there is a use in tangling here.

Even if I am deceived, what can he deceive me?

After making up his mind, Xiaobao ran back to Lichun Courtyard in one breath and went up to the second floor.

On weekdays, the place where Wei Chunhua lives is deserted, but today is different, it is still far away, Xiaobao heard the sound of chattering from the old lady's room.

There are the voices of Grandma Bustard, the voices of Aunt Jin, and the voices of Aunt Mao and Aunt Chun, all of whom are people who took care of their mothers and children in the past.

Why is it so lively in my mother's room?

Could it be that what the turtle said is true?

Thinking of this, Xiaobao was timid and didn't dare to enter the door.

"Squeak!"

The door opened from the inside, Aunt Chun walked out from inside, she saw Xiaobao at a glance, and shouted with a smile: "You kid, why did you come back?" I'm looking for you, come in, everyone is waiting for you. ”

Xiaobao asked timidly, "Aunt Chun, what are you doing in my mother's room?" ”

Aunt Chun happily replied: "Your mother said: The foreign uncle in the house is your father, and everyone is waiting for you to recognize your relatives with blood." This foreign uncle has money, if it is really your father, you kid will be rich. With that, he dragged Xiaobao into the house.

When Wei Chunhua saw her son coming in, she said to Jiang Feng in a matter-of-fact manner: "You have no conscience, see for yourself, how much is this child like you, can you recognize your relatives with blood?" ”

Jiang Feng told Wei Chunhua that he could cheat with salt, but Wei Chunhua didn't believe that two people who had nothing to do with each other could dissolve their blood together, so she didn't want to be recognized by blood.

After listening to Wei Chunhua's words, everyone in the room, including Xiaobao, was speechless for a while: Why didn't we see that Xiaobao looked like this foreign uncle?

People are blonde and blue-eyed, does Xiaobao have a trace of blonde hair and blue eyes on his body?

However, Wei Chunhua insisted that he was Xiaobao's father, and the foreign uncle was also willing to give it a try, and found a few of them as witnesses, and they had to help Zhang Luo.

Jiang Feng spoke: "Since Xiaobao has come back, please bring a bowl of water, if Xiaobao is really my son, my Wanguan family wealth is all his, if he is not, I am also willing to recognize a righteous son." ”

Aunt Chun ran out briskly, and after a while, she took a bowl of water back and gently put it on the table.

Jiang Feng picked up the scissors that had been prepared from Wei Chunhua's bed, walked to the table, stretched out his left index finger, placed it on top of the bowl, and gently stabbed the scissors in his right hand, squeezing out a drop of blood into the bowl:

"Xiaobao, you also come to drop a drop of blood, don't be afraid, even if you are not my son, I will take out a thousand taels of silver to make your life worry-free."

Xiaobao was originally a little unhappy, but this guy was greedy for money, and after hearing a thousand taels of silver, he immediately became calm: "What you said is true?" ”

Jiang Feng waved his hand and took out a thousand taels of silver tickets and handed them to Wei Chunhua: "Put it away, whether Xiaobao is my son or not, this money is yours." ”

Watching his mother put the silver ticket into her arms, Xiaobao jumped to the table, picked up the scissors used by Jiang Feng, and pricked his index finger in the same way as Jiang Feng.

The thumb pressed hard against the punctured index finger, and a drop of blood squeezed out, and fell into the bowl with a 'drop'.

Except for Jiang Feng, everyone gathered around the table, staring intently at the two drops of blood in the bowl, only to see the two drops of blood getting closer and closer, closer and closer, and after counting their breaths, they hugged each other tightly.

"Dissolved, dissolved!"

"Oh my God, it really melts!"

"Xiaobao is really the son of Uncle Yang!"

"Spring flowers can be regarded as bitter liver!"

"Ahem, ahem!" Jiang Feng coughed dryly, took out a hundred taels of silver tickets and handed them to the old bustard: "Thank you for taking care of their mother and son all these years, be careful, not respectful, please arrange a few tables of banquets, please have a glass of wine." ”

The old bustard smiled and took the silver ticket handed by Jiang Feng: "Congratulations to Uncle Yang for his happy son, our Lichun Courtyard hasn't had a happy event for a long time, it's time to celebrate, I'm not welcome, old woman." ”

After that, he said to the other women: "Let's go, let's set up a few tables for Chunhua, call all the idle girls, and be lively together." ”

The old bustard left with a few women, and Xiaobao was still stunned: I really dissolved together, am I really the son of a foreign devil?

Jiang Feng gave Wei Chunhua a look, Wei Chunhua walked over and closed the door, and whispered to Xiaobao: "Son, don't kowtow to your father yet." ”

Xiaobao glanced at Jiang Feng again and asked questioningly, "Mother, is he really my father?" ”

Wei Chunhua slapped Xiaobao on the back of the head: "The blood is all dissolved together, can it be fake?" ”

Xiaobao glanced at Jiang Feng's hair again and said, "I still don't believe it, his hair is yellow and his eyes are blue, if I am his son, why don't I have yellow hair and blue eyes?" ”

Wei Chunhua raised his hand to fight, Jiang Feng waved his hand to stop him, carefully removed the contact lenses in his eyes, and then said to Wei Xiaobao: "Take a closer look, in fact, I am not a foreigner." ”

Wei Xiaobao was stunned: "You, you ......"

Jiang Feng nodded: "I am Han like you, and my hair is black, dyed yellow for some reason. The eyes are also black, and with the help of this prop, it looks like blue. While speaking, he handed the hand holding the contact lens to Xiaobao: "Now, you don't have any doubts, right?" ”

Xiaobao looked at Jiang Feng in a daze, his eyes turned redder, and finally he couldn't help but throw himself into Jiang Feng's arms, crying, "Dad, you...... Why are you here......"

"Little ...... Xiaobao, good ...... I miss you so much......"

Listening to Xiaobao's crying, Jiang Feng's eyes couldn't help but be pantothenic: "Good girl, don't cry." "From now on, I will take him as my own son.

Xiaobao left Jiang Feng's arms, raised his sleeve and wiped his red eyes, and slowly stopped crying.

Jiang Feng continued: "Before, Dad didn't know that there was a child like you, don't worry, now that Dad knows, in the future, Dad will cover you, whoever dares to bully you, you will tell Daddy, and Dad will help you clean him up." ”

Xiaobao's eyes were filled with tears again, but this time he didn't cry loudly, but let out a heavy "um".