With a squeak, the door of the villa slowly opened, making a faint grinding sound.

Frank subconsciously took a half step back, and a chill came to his mind.

Although he usually appears to be extremely tenacious, he feels an inexplicable tension and fear at the moment. The unknown behind the door made him feel a sense of oppression, as if some unspeakable danger awaited him. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster, and his eyes scanned the darkness inside the door with alertness.

He wiped his forehead, what was it, what was it that made him so frightened and afraid?

"Don't move!"

A small pistol poked out of the door, but the fear in Frank's heart suddenly dissipated, and he stared at the hand holding it, which was clearly a child's hand.

Then he looked up the door and saw a little black-haired boy of about seven or eight years old, dressed in a cloak, holding a pistol in his hand, pointing it at him without fear.

At a glance, he knew that it was a toy pistol of ordinary workmanship, and there were traces of mold lines on the barrel.

However, he did not puncture this, but slowly raised his hands to show that he was not hostile, and at the same time swallowed his saliva, and asked in a trembling voice, "Francis?" ”

The boy blinked, put down the toy pistol he had used to protect the family, and said to the man in front of him, who was several times taller than him: "I am Francis, but you can call me Mr. Custer, because when my father is not at home, I am the breadwinner of the family." ”

In Frank's memory, the appearance of his long-dead son is blurred. However, seeing Francis again today, he seems to be a fresh picture from his memory, like a dazzling ray of sunlight piercing through the hazy clouds and reflecting on Frank's heart.

Frank stared at Francis, clearly seeing the black hair that was exactly like himself, the bright eyes, and the innocent smile.

At this moment, the past and the present seemed to be intertwined, and he couldn't help but tremble.

His lips were open, as if to say something, but in the end he just shook his head slightly.

The little boy named Francis, who was holding his mouth and staring at the man in front of him, who was a little similar to his father, but who was much older, squinted for two seconds, and suddenly flicked his cloak and ran towards the house, shouting, "Mom! There's a pervert on our doorstep! ”

His voice is full of childish children's voices, but also reveals a hint of innocence and fearlessness.

Frank couldn't help but grin and smile, bringing the two scars on his face together.

Oh my God, why didn't he find this little guy so hilarious before, why didn't he ever pay attention?

While Frank was still laughing and stunned, a blonde woman walked from inside the house to the door. Instead of immediately looking directly at the person outside the door, she first shouted to the other side of the door, "Francis? You just let the door open? What did I say to you before? There was a hint of reproach in her voice.

A few seconds later, a childish voice replied, "I forgot!" Listening to this cordial conversation, Frank couldn't help but feel a warm heart, as if he had returned to the warm days when he used to have a family.

At that time, he was very thin, and he had been only concerned with carrying out missions and killing people outside, and getting himself drunk to forget what had happened during the war, and neglecting to spend time with his family.

Sighing at her son, the blonde woman finally turned her head to look at the visitor at the door, but when he saw the person in front of her, her eyes widened and she shouted in surprise, "Oh my God, Frank?!" ”

Frank subconsciously raised his hand in greeting, "Hi, Maria what?!" No! I am. I am"

He muttered hurriedly, trying to make up a fake identity, the expression on his face a little embarrassed.

Damn, the family in this world is still alive, so naturally he is alive too.

It's the same thing to get two Frank Custers, but you can't do that.

Just when he was at a loss, and Maria's eyes were becoming more and more strange, Bai Ye, who had been standing beside him as air, suddenly said:

"Fledo, don't be so nervous, aren't you about to meet your nephew Frank, whom you haven't seen in years?"

After saying that, he winked at the still somewhat dazed punisher, and hinted frantically.

The latter immediately understood, nodded and said, "Oh yes. I heard that my nephew, Frank, had been discharged from the army and had come home from thousands of miles away. And this one is one of mine. Friend. ”

"He never told me he had an uncle, please come in."

Maria let down her guard, turned sideways and shook her head at the two of them, and the argument was accepted by her at the first time. The man in front of him looked many years older than Frank, and he looked very similar, if it weren't for his relatives, he really couldn't say it.

Frank. No, Fredo threw a grateful look at Bai Ye on the spot, if it weren't for this guy reminding him, he wouldn't have thought of how to make it up for a while.

But how did White Night know that he really had an uncle named Fledo?

Without further thought, the two walked into the house, and the warm layout of the house came into view.

The living room has soft lighting, a comfortable sofa and a pair of comfortable wooden armchairs placed side by side. On the wall hangs a family photograph of a couple who seem to be very happy with a smile on their lips.

Between the husband and wife, there are also two lovely children, a boy and a girl, who also have a big smile in the photo.

Fledo, that is, Frank, stood in the room and stared at the family photograph for a long time, a ray of golden sunlight shining through the window on his face, reflecting his complex-looking face.

Maria walked over with a tray of tea and snacks, dressed in a pale blue loungewear, smiling and placing the tray on the table. The rising steam on the teapot exudes a fresh scent of tea, it is a pot of steaming green tea, and the turquoise leaves dance gently inside the pot, as if playing a melodious music.

A variety of desserts are placed on the snack plate, and the aroma of freshly out of the oven comes to the nose, looking crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.

"Who wants a snack?" Maria asked softly after adjusting the position of the plates to make them more aesthetically pleasing.

"I, I, I, I, I—"

Francis jumped excitedly, tugging at his cloak and rushing all the way, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

"Alright then, Francis, you pick first."

Francis leaned to the table with excitement in his eyes, carefully selecting a snack that looked particularly tempting, and eagerly took a bite.

And Frank just looked at Maria's blonde hair and was a little stunned for a moment. Her blonde hair shimmered warmly in the sunlight and looked so moving, as if the whole world was brightened by her presence.

Damn, the way I looked at women was really right.

(End of chapter)