Buzz!
Buzz!
The roar of the car made Yang Rong look towards the entrance of the village. He had never seen a car coming from the village before, and he had never seen it in such a hurry.
It felt as if someone in the car had held back a piece of shit and was going to shit his pants pockets any second later.
Bah!
When the pickup truck parked eagerly along the path to the entrance of the small courtyard, Yang Rong watched as the pickup truck opened its door. Immediately, Burea jumped out of the car and walked away without even bothering with the door. Entered Lao Qiao's small courtyard.
"Come out, I have something to do with you."
To be honest, he had never seen Boureia be so cautious. He could only walk out of the small courtyard. Bureia took Yang Rong's arm, fearing that he was walking too slowly, and pushed him into the car hurriedly.
Then, he sat in the driver's seat.
"Ask you something."
Brzea really didn't know how to speak.
Yang Rong looked at him calmly. In terms of emotional stability, ten Burea were not as good as one Yang Rong.
"Have you ever investigated your origins?"
"I mean, after Old Qiao died, you completely freed up your hands. Did you take advantage of this period to find out where you came from?"
Yang Rong shook his head dully and responded straightforwardly: "No."
"Why!" Bourgea asked.
"Do you know what the meaning of this is?" Yang Rong said with a wry smile: "It's just a burden."
"If one day he dies on the battlefield, it will be just one more sad thing for those who have found him."
"Why bother?"
Bujea shook his head: "No."
He replied very firmly: "It's definitely not because of this."
Yang Rong asked in confusion: "Have you looked for it?"
"No." Bujea said seriously: "That's what I want to say."
"After we gain all freedom, we should be full of desire for feelings. This is what we have been missing for so many years, but have you ever thought about why we don't think about it?"
Yang Rong reached out and touched Bure'a's forehead...
Bujea slapped his hand away: "I'm not crazy!"
"Didn't you notice at all?"
"Is it possible that we didn't lack family affection at all since childhood?"
Yang Rong was about to open his mouth to speak, but the eager Burea couldn't wait any longer. He reached out and opened the door lock in the car, pointed inside and said, "Look at this."
It's a photo.
Yang Rong took out the photos normally. When he saw what he looked like when he was a child, he slowly smiled: "I don't have any of these photos."
"Look at how stupid you were when you were a child." He was still writing off Brea.
And Boureat's words: "Neither do I!"
Yang Rong was stunned on the spot.
"It belongs to Lao Qiao."
"Do you remember those posters in his bedroom? Do you find them strange?"
"With his status, he can't get any woman he wants. Why does he fall asleep staring at the poster every day?"
"We were all wrong. What Old Qiao wants to see is not the poster at all, but these photos!"
Yang Rong understood, and also understood Burea's eagerness!
He slowly turned his head and looked over and said, "Are you going to dig it out for Lao Qiao and test the DNA?"
"Need not."
Bujea finally got smart: "I can test it with you once. As long as it can prove that we are brothers, whether we are half-brothers or full brothers, as long as we have a definite answer after the test, we will know this." The truth of the matter.”
Because there are only photos of the two of them in Lao Qiao's bedroom.
Yang Rong suddenly pondered: "I only want to ask you a question. If, I mean if, the final result is that you and I are brothers, what will you do?"
Boureia, who was eager to know the truth and understand who he was just now, was like a deflated rubber ball, and his straight back slowly bent at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He couldn't say it. Last night, he was taken home like a dead dog and taken good care of!
"Calm down."
Yang Rong reached for the car door.
Bujea looked at him strangely: "Don't you have any emotions at all?"
Yang Rong shook the photo in his hand: "Why should I be emotional about something that has no results?"
"You're not going to check?"
"I'm dead, have you forgotten?"
Bujea roared angrily: "How long has it been since the fuck, you still care about this!"
"If I don't care about this, as long as we two brothers enter Menneng and let those informants know where we are going, those gangsters under Old Yao Ying will appear in groups on the streets of Menneng and stab us to death!"
Yang Rong pointed out the window: "Can't you see? I don't have a battalion in my hand anymore, and the first battalion is still growing!"
"Besides, even if everything is settled..."
He glanced at Boureia mockingly and asked, "Are you sure?"
Yang Rong stopped talking and returned to the courtyard with the photo.
Burea always felt that he had not finished what he said, so he opened the car door and followed in, but after entering the small courtyard, he did not speak again, because there was another Kong Deming in the courtyard.
At that second, Burea felt that he was suffocating and his mind was as chaotic as a pot of porridge. Under such circumstances, he sat on Lao Qiao's bed, and at the same time, the photo frame on the bedside appeared in his eyes.
Bourgea could understand Lao Qiao's good intentions, and knew that only by placing a photo here would no one trace their identities, and only by getting a group of children to confuse the public, could the two of them act like one another.
But he still felt something was wrong with the photo frame.
He took the photo frame in his hand, looked at it carefully up and down, and finally opened the buckle of the photo frame, removed the back, and poured out the photo...
Two pieces of paper and a photo fell out!
"birth certificate".
This is a birth certificate from Yangon Grand Hospital, when Yangon was still the capital of the country!
It was as if Burea had enlightened and could immediately think like Lao Qiao. With Lao Qiao's paranoia, these two birth certificates could prove the existence of the child. Only by going to Yangon could there be enough good medical facilities.
As if arranging his troops, Brzea aligned everything in his mind.
"Yang Rong, what's your blood type?"
"Ah."
Boureat held two pieces of paper. After seeing an A shape, he then saw AB on the second piece of paper.
He is AB.
"What are you looking at?"
Yang Rong came over, took the two papers from Burea's hand, glanced at them, then raised his eyebrows and looked at the other party.
This time Yang Rong stopped talking and sat next to Burea. He took out his mobile phone. After finding the phone book, he said to Burea: "Take a photo of this phone call."
Burea looked at Yang Rong without understanding.
"Remember that time Lao Qiao went to Thailand? I asked someone to provide a matching match. They should be able to do DNA comparisons there and there should be no problem."
"When you get back, make this call and tell me you want to compare the DNA. Come and tell me when there is news."
The moment Burea was about to speak, Yang Rong glanced sideways at Kong Deming, who was immersed in his research as if he hadn't seen the two of them at all, and then added: "Shut up, let's talk now and then." Lao Xu, the positions have been swapped." (End of this chapter)
