He has a strong face and a sense of righteousness, and he doesn't look like a bad guy. However, looking at his slightly protruding beer belly and casual dress, he doesn't look like a special agent.

"Friend? Why are you following me?" Although Dongqing initially concluded that the other party was not a spy or a special soldier, she would never follow her for no reason.

He didn't seem to hear what the other party said clearly, and saw the middle-aged man slowly walking towards him.

His left foot is slightly backwards, and his arm muscles are tense. If there is anything unusual, he will not hesitate to take out the pistol from his waist and kill the opponent.

When he saw the man's tears, his arm that was about to pull out the pistol relaxed its strength. The tears were too sad to be fake.

He heard the other party calling him, "Chu Yun."

Mo Xiaojun has been staying abroad with his wife since Ye Chuyun fell ill and died. This time he only returned to China because of Ye Miao's birth, and will soon go abroad again.

This time I accidentally wanted to take some flower seeds from China abroad, so I spent a day shopping at the flower market, but unexpectedly I saw familiar faces.

His son, who died at a young age, is now standing in front of him alive.

Dongqing knew that he was another person who mistook him for Ye Chuyun.

"I'm not him, my name is Holly."

"Holly? How can there be someone who looks like that?"

Mo Xiaojun murmured in a low voice, his hands still shaking. It took a while before the feeling of losing control got better.

He remembered that Ding Yiyi once said that there was a person who looked very similar to Ye Chuyun. Could it be the man in front of him?

"You know that kid Yiyi?"

"Yiyi?"

Dongqing saw that the other party could name Ding Yiyi, so he should be a friend rather than an enemy. He nodded, "Friend."

"It's so similar." Mo Xiaojun still couldn't let go. He stepped forward and felt a little hasty.

"Uncle, what do you want to say?" Dongqing couldn't bear to refuse the old man in front of him. He saw in the other man's eyes the sadness of the white-haired man giving away the black-haired man.

Mo Xiaojun was almost in tears, "If possible, could you let me hold your hand?"

Dongqing was silent, and after a while he stretched out his hand. He could see that the man standing in front of him was talking to him as a father who had lost his child.

These hands have heavy calluses, and the joints are clear and strong. Mo Xiaojun doesn't know what Ye Chuyun's hands are like, because like most parents in China, he is shy to express himself and has never touched his son's hands.

"Sorry, I have something else to do." Holly withdrew her hand.
Chapter completed!