"None are here, you can wait."

Duan Lang hung up the phone and called the unfamiliar number he had left, and he was a little nervous.

"beep!"

The phone went through very quickly.

The voice of "father" came, saying, "Son, what's wrong?"

Duan Lang took a deep breath and said, "Do you know where I live?"

"Know."

“Then where do I live?”

"You often move and don't tell us. In fact, no matter where you are, as long as you are safe outside."

Duan Lang pondered and said, "Where are you?"

"Hometown."

Duan Lang was angry and said, "Don't lie to me, I know what's going on with myself, I don't have any family members, who are you?"

The father said, "Child, I didn't lie to you."

Duan Lang said: "Then tell me what happened when I was a child."

Without thinking, my father said: "When you were a child, you liked to use a stick to brush the grass on the field. There was a scar on the back of your head. When someone built a house as a foundation, you rolled down the slope and hit the stone. The scar was on the left."

Duan Lang stretched out his hand and touched it, and he really touched the scar.

"Your left leg was burned. When you were a kid, you broke it with hot water and scalded it."
Chapter completed!