He wore a sword on his waist. He was tall and big, his clothes were gray and not good-looking, but his eyes were so big, like... like Xiaobao's eyes. My mother said that Xiaobao's eyes were also big.

And he is so majestic!

Like... like a general!

Xiaobao stood up straight from the threshold without saying a word.

Lu Bocheng endured the excitement in his heart and walked towards him carefully.

"Who are you?"

Xiaobao looked at him. Xiaobao was not afraid, not at all. My mother said bad strangers would not enter the village.

"Who are you?" Xiaobao asked again.

Lu Bocheng was so excited that he was almost sure.

He looked at Xiaobao carefully and with a very gentle look, and squatted down in front of Xiaobao.

"Your name is Xiaobao, right?"

Xiaobao looked at him and nodded: "How do you know my name is Xiaobao? Uncle, who are you? Where did you come from?"

Lu Bocheng listened to the child's glutinous voice, his eyes were wet and his fingers trembled.

"I not only know that your name is Xiaobao, but I also know that your big name is Lu Weiyang, right?"

Xiaobao widened his eyes and blinked at him: "Wow, uncle is so amazing. How did you know that my name is Lu Weiyang? Everyone calls me Xiaobao in the mountains."

Lu Bocheng pursed his lips tightly and suppressed his inner excitement.

This is his son.

It was his bones and blood. His blood was flowing on his body.

"Can I hug you?"
Chapter completed!