The teenager thought, maybe so, because the eyes of Erhouzi almost unmistakably reminded him of soone, that woman. The woman who once seed like the dream lover he encountered, unparalleled in the world.
"What’s your mom’s na?" the teenager asked in Chinese.
"You can speak Chinese?" Erhouzi was only slightly surprised, "I get it, you like my mom so you learned Chinese, right?"
The teenager suddenly felt a bit speechless.
"My mom has my dad, she has us sons." Erhouzi first warned the handso young man not to have any wild thoughts.
The teenager said, "I know."
"My mom’s na is Gu Nuan."
It’s her, it really is her! Instead of surprise, deeper sorrow and fear were written in the teenager’s eyes.
On the other side, the man lying on the ground struggled to get up and shouted at Erhouzi, "How are you here? Where’s your mom?"
Erhouzi turned his head, looked at the man’s face, and after observing his features, said, "I think I know who you are, you’re—Uncle Zhuang who sells coffee beans, right."
Zhuang Haoran was stunned for a mont, appearing more surprised, "Your mom ntioned to you?"
"No, you’re in the comics my dad draws."
Upon hearing this, Wa Zicong suddenly understood. That Xiao Yebai had, to prevent sothing like this happening to his son one day, told the stories of these people and events through comics so his son wouldn’t be completely in the dark if bad things actually happened. Xiao Yebai clearly had full confidence in his son’s ability to cope. And all of this undoubtedly stemd from the careful and advanced education from the parents. If it’s unavoidable, it’s better to let the child know how to handle a crisis early on. This Xiao Yebai was not a rambler; he really was a good father.
Wa Zicong silently lowered his eyes.
Zhuang Haoran was crying tears of joy on one hand, and like Anthony, was more worried: "You were kidnapped here alone?"
"Yes."
"Your mom and dad know, don’t they?"
"I think so." Erhouzi said, though he wasn’t sure whether his parents knew he’d been brought here. This place seed very hard to find. Because when he was on the boat, he noticed the route was just like what his dad wrote in the story, a route that no compass could point the way to.
Zhuang Haoran was filled with worry, but he told the child: "Don’t worry, you’ll be alright."
"Uncle." Erhouzi said sincerely, "I think you’re in more trouble than I am."
It’s hard to decide if this child is innocent and naive or extrely romantic.
Haha, Zhuang Haoxiong couldn’t help laughing heartily and plopped down on the red sofa where Luo Ke was sitting and raised an eyebrow at Luo Ke: "Look at this kid, he’s completely unafraid of us. Should we try to scare him a little?"
Luo Ke held a glass of red wine and his white eyes under his white hair swept over Erhouzi’s little face, as if recalling sothing.
Erhouzi heard their voices but didn’t turn his little head to look at them. No, he didn’t want to see them, looking at them would an actively surrendering and giving in.
Zhuang Haoxiong seed to see through the thoughts in his little head, gave a cold snort, got up, and walked over.
Upon seeing this, Zhuang Haoran dragged his own severely beaten leg to block him: "Big brother, he’s just a kid, he doesn’t understand anything."
"Do you think you can protect him now?"
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