Chapter 35

"Li Zhuiyuan, you've really become even more disgusting now."

At this moment, Li Weihan, Cui Guiying, a crowd of Li family brothers and sisters, as well as Auntie Zhang and a few villagers who had come to the shop to buy things in the evening, were all staring at Li Zhuiyuan with smiles and curiosity.

Everyone was quiet, and everyone was very eager.

A simple yearning for beautiful things is human nature.

Nothing could move and comfort onlookers more than a mother and son separated by a great distance yet able to hear each other's hearts.

Li Zhuiyuan still gripped the receiver tightly with both hands; the shy expression on his face not only didn't fade but became even more intense. He turned his body slightly, seemingly wanting to avoid everyone's gaze, but in their eyes, this looked more like the coy reluctance of a child.

Everyone thought this scene was very cute, their smiles became even brighter, and they all had their mouths slightly open, waiting for the conversation to follow.

Although they couldn't hear the voice on the other end, they could use the child's responses to imagine what the child's mother had said and asked.

"Mom, I'm doing very well at home, I'm being very good."

"Shouldn't you be angry? Shouldn't you angrily slam down the receiver? Shouldn't you cry or make a scene? Shouldn't you question me, your mother?

Oh, right, you wouldn't.

Hehe,

Are they surrounding you in a circle, watching you?"

"Mom, I don't miss home very much, I'm very happy here."

"Li Zhuiyuan, you're only seeing them for the first time, and they're seeing you for the first time since you were born, so is it necessary to keep performing in front of them?"

"Grandpa and Grandma are very good to me, Pan Zi, Lei Zi, Ying Zi, Shitou, Hu Zi, and the other brothers and sisters are all very good to me too; they all take me out to play."

"Li Zhuiyuan, you really are hypocritical; you clearly look down on them in your bones, thinking they are ignorant and stupid, yet you still insist on maintaining your image in front of them."

"The village is so fun, there are fields, irrigation ditches, you can catch fish, catch frogs, and the sauce Grandma makes is so delicious; Grandma says you loved it when you were little, Mom."

"Don't you feel tired, my son? Why are you so tireless in this game?"

"I also went to Auntie Xiang Hou's house, and Auntie Xiang Hou told me a lot about things from before, Mom; many people still remember you."

"I really am amazing, to have given birth to a son who makes me feel so disgusted."

"Are you busy with work over there, Mom? Grandpa and Grandma hope you take care of your health, eat on time, and don't tire yourself out."

As Li Zhuiyuan spoke, he looked at Li Weihan and Cui Guiying; the old couple nodded vigorously, signaling for Li Zhuiyuan to continue.

"I originally thought I could control my condition, but your birth was like a mirror, reflecting the version of myself I hate the most. Li Zhuiyuan, do you know that every time I see you these past few years, I've been restraining the urge to strangle you?

Every time you call me 'Mom', it sounds like the whisper of a demon in my ears."

Li Zhuiyuan nodded as he listened; in everyone's eyes, it looked like he was following his mother's loving instructions. They could guess that his mother must be teaching him all sorts of things on the other end—to be good, to be obedient, not to be naughty.

"I understand, Mom, I know, I understand."

"I try hard to stitch and patch this skin I wear; every morning when I wake up, I have to stand in front of the mirror and hint and confirm to myself over and over again.

But you, you always try to tear this skin of mine open, time and time again.

You are me, and I am you.

Li Zhuiyuan,

We mother and son,

are both monsters wearing human skin."

"I understand, Mom, don't worry, I'll be obedient."

Li Zhuiyuan pressed his ear to the receiver, swaying his body slightly, like a child being nagged by their parents—a bit impatient, a bit embarrassed, yet feeling sweet inside.

"Your father once helped me control my condition, and marriage also gave me a certain amount of help; I should have returned to the right path, until I gave birth to you.

Your birth destroyed all the effort I had put in for so many years.

In my eyes,

Li Zhuiyuan,

you are just a mistake that shouldn't have happened."

"Mom, can you send some more snacks over? That kind of cookie, we all love them. And some stationery, everyone really likes my pencil case; I promised everyone I'd give it to them."

Shitou, Hu Zi, and the others were so excited when they heard this that they hugged each other.

"I shouldn't have tried to find a cure for you after discovering your true nature; every failed treatment on you felt like I was witnessing my own failure over and over again.

My life was already dim, and it was you who completely blocked off my last bit of light.

Little Yuan,

why don't you just die?"

"Mom, you too."

"If you had consciously died early on, maybe it would have triggered my maternal instincts, wouldn't it?"

"Mm, I won't."

"I'm going to participate in a secret project; that project has a very high danger coefficient, and I don't know if I can come back alive."

"Mom, you must take care of your health, I'll be worried about you."

"I'm telling you this because I don't want these honest words to remain hidden in my heart after I die, without having had the chance to say them to you. I feel that we need such an honest confession between us.

Actually, you've always known; while I can see through you, you can also see through me, right?"

"Mm, I'm listening, I'll remember it, Mom."

"This path is one you chose yourself.

When I divorced your father, despite your father begging you bitterly, you firmly chose to come with me.

Your father always felt that I was sick, that I was torturing you father and son in different ways, bringing you pain.

But what he doesn't know is that his son is a demon even more terrifying than I am; all his expressions of fatherly love are, in the eyes of the son he loves so deeply, nothing but a clown performance from start to finish.

He was heartbroken; he has already applied to go to a polar research project.

When I wanted to help you change your surname back, your grandfather didn't agree; it was you who firmly insisted on changing it.

Your grandmother said that if you left with me, you should never enter the house again, yet you still grabbed my sleeve and left with me.

Li Zhuiyuan, do you think doing these things will move me or make me change my mind?

My heart only has screams of irritation, over and over again:

Why,

why do you still insist on clinging to me and continuing to torture me!"

"Alright, alright, I know it all, Mom, you don't need to say these things anymore, I know it all."

"I'm going to join the project team tomorrow; I don't know if I can come back safely. I only hope that if I can come back alive, there will be no you in my life.

I've thought it through, and I've made up my mind.

Li Zhuiyuan, I'm going to shake you off like a dog-skin plaster.

I will transfer your guardianship to your father's side; although your father isn't there, your grandparents should be very happy to accept you. After all, you are a child who can get into the gifted class; you can serve as the pride of their family."

"I don't want that, I don't want anything else, just send snacks and stationery, get the new models, Mom."

"I know you won't want it; you'll still try hard to grab onto anything that has to do with me, which is why I'm sending you back to my hometown, a place I will never return to in this life.

I will transfer your guardianship to my father; your household registration and your school records will all be transferred there.

I am very grateful that this project has provided us with the convenience to fully arrange our family relationships."

"Mom, I'm living at Great-grandfather Li Sanjiang's house now; Great-grandfather likes me and asked me to go over and stay with him for a while. Great-grandfather is a very good person."

"I know."

"Mm, that's all then, Mom, I'm going to give the receiver to Grandpa; Grandpa still wants to talk to you."

Li Zhuiyuan held the receiver and waited for a while; after hearing the sound of footsteps leaving and then approaching on the other end, he reluctantly handed the receiver to Li Weihan.

Li Weihan held the receiver: "Hello, Lan Hou, don't worry, Little Yuan Hou is doing quite well here, we will take good care of him."

Li Zhuiyuan didn't want to stay here any longer watching his grandfather chat with Auntie Xu.

"Grandpa, Grandma, I'm going back to Great-grandfather's place for dinner."

Cui Guiying hurriedly said, "Go back quickly, don't keep your great-grandfather waiting; in a while, your grandfather and I will go ask your great-grandfather when you can return to secular life and come home."

"Okay, Grandma. Goodbye Grandma, goodbye Grandpa, goodbye everyone."

Li Zhuiyuan waved goodbye to everyone and then turned to leave.

Runsheng followed behind Li Zhuiyuan; he was very hungry, but now he didn't dare to remind or urge the boy to walk faster.

He had always felt that the boy had two faces; although the boy always called him "Brother Runsheng," the feeling of this "Brother" sounded different when there were many people around versus when it was just the two of them.

The former was an enthusiastic and respectful address, while the latter sounded as if his name was just "Brother Runsheng."

But he didn't have the curiosity to figure it out; his grandfather had said he was slow-witted, so he shouldn't waste his energy thinking about what was going on in the mind of a smart person.

He felt the boy's mood was low, so all he could do was accompany the boy as they walked slowly.

In Li Zhuiyuan's mind, his mother's words from the other end of the phone echoed over and over again.

What was comforting was that his mother hadn't spoken so much to him in one go for a long time.

Only he knew that these words of his mother's weren't really meant for him, her son, but were more like words meant for the version of herself deep in her heart.

And his mother saw him, her son, as the cold incarnation of that version of herself.

If it were him, if the expressionless self in the cabinet mirror were to become his own child in the future, he would also go crazy, he would also be hysterical.

That coldness she had tried so hard to cover up and suppress with all her might had finally turned into a child who clung to her all day, calling her "Mom."

At this moment, Li Zhuiyuan smiled.

He found it interesting, like a funny, satirical, black-and-white silent film.

He stopped walking and squatted down facing the small ditch by the side of the road.

It was already dark, and all the ditch water could reflect now was a pitch-black face.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at this face, but he didn't know who it was.

Runsheng also squatted down beside him and silently lit a stick of incense.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up a stone from the side and threw it at his own reflection in the water.

"Plop..."

After a circle of ripples, it immediately returned to its original state.

He knew his mother was terminally ill.

Tonight's phone call was a form of self-abandonment; she was tired, she was desperate, she would completely give up the struggle, no longer resist, and she would assimilate.

Thinking in a positive direction, this phone call was her final outpouring.

Although it was filled with ugly words, insults, and curses.

At the same time, it indeed carried a kind of hatred, and even jealousy.

Her human skin had been completely broken, and she also wanted to tear off her son's skin.

So Mom, are you trying to find a kindred spirit after you've completely sunk?

Angry?

Yes.

But whether it was intense, Li Zhuiyuan didn't know, because he could understand.

Because this was absolute rationality.

She had proven through her own practice that no amount of struggle was useful or meaningful, so she wanted to use this method to save herself from this process.

But Li Zhuiyuan was also very bewildered, because she shouldn't have sent him back, shouldn't have sent him back to Nantong.

Sometimes, don't listen to what others say, you have to look at what they do.

Staying in the capital, continuing in the gifted class, continuing to study step by step, graduating step by step, being assigned a job step by step...

As long as he continued step by step, he could become the same kind of person as her sooner.

She only needed to do nothing to turn him into her, because he had started getting sick earlier than she had at that time, and his condition was much more severe.

But she still sent him back to his hometown, saying she would never return in this life.

Is it because this place is the last fantasy you've always kept in your heart?

Is this your final protection and expectation for me?

Do you think that life here is the reason why you got sick later than your son, and were still able to get married, have children, and live a normal life for a while?

Li Zhuiyuan held his head in his hands, his expression pained: Or is all of this just my own wishful thinking?

Runsheng saw the boy's body begin to sway back and forth; he seemed to be about to fall into the ditch.

Li Zhuiyuan did indeed want to fall in, jump into the ditch, and cry and make a scene while splashing the water; he felt he should vent a little right now.

But in the end, his figure stopped, because he felt doing so was childish.

Li Zhuiyuan turned his face and looked at Runsheng, who was squatting beside him.

Runsheng shivered and immediately looked away; he didn't dare to meet those eyes.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at the incense in Runsheng's hand; he reached out and gently gripped the burning tip of the incense.

A burning pain soon came, but there wasn't a single expression on the boy's face.

Until he reached a critical threshold.

"Hiss..."

The boy finally let go of his hand, his face showing pain.

"It hurts..."

His voice also turned into a wronged child's voice.

Runsheng turned his head back; he had just sensed the flickering of the incense in his hand, and looking at the wound on Li Zhuiyuan's palm, he immediately said anxiously and self-reproachfully:

"I'm sorry Little Yuan, I didn't mean to, I really didn't mean to."

Runsheng thought that when he had just turned his head, he had accidentally let the burning incense in his hand burn the boy.

"It's okay, Brother Runsheng, I was just curious and grabbed it myself."

Runsheng's tears were about to fall; Little Yuan was still making up such a lame excuse just to keep him from blaming himself.

He felt even more guilty; he had actually been thinking all sorts of things, thinking that Little Yuan's look just now was terrifying.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at the wound on his palm.

Had his condition already worsened to the point of seeking self-harm?

Li Zhuiyuan stood up and said, "Brother Runsheng, let's go back."

"Your wound..."

"It's fine, I'll ask Liu Yi for some ointment to apply."

Walking home, the others on the terrace were still eating; they must have deliberately slowed down their pace, waiting for him to return.

"Little Yuan, was that a call from your mother?" "Mm, yes, Great-grandfather."

Li Zhuiyuan sat down and began to recount his conversation with his mother while picking up his chopsticks to eat.

He acted very happy and joyful.

Like all normal children, there is always a period when parents are their idols, and every other word out of their mouths is "my dad" or "my mom" this or that.

Li Sanjiang listened very happily, interjecting from time to time, and every time Li Zhuiyuan would answer him, which made Li Sanjiang even happier, constantly tapping his bowl with his chopsticks and saying, "I knew it, I knew it, hahaha."

Liu Yi was also very happy; her personality was naturally cheerful, and she was very happy to see the atmosphere at home become more relaxed.

Even Liu Yumei asked Li Zhuiyuan a few questions.

She sighed in her heart that no matter how smart a child was, they could never change their child's nature in the end.

Runsheng was gnawing on the incense while eating, and seeing Li Zhuiyuan's performance, he subconsciously assumed that the silence on the way home earlier was just because the child missed his mother.

He didn't have a mom or dad, only a grandfather, so watching Li Zhuiyuan tell everyone about it, a look of longing gradually appeared on his face:

So, having a mother is such a happy thing.

Only A Li silently put down her chopsticks.

She liked to look at the boy's expression, but there was no light in the eyes of the excited and happy boy in front of her.

After dinner, Li Zhuiyuan forcibly took Li Sanjiang to Zheng Datong's place to get some medicine.

Getting a shot would have been more effective, but Li Sanjiang refused no matter what.

After returning, everything went back to normal.

Runsheng sat in front of the TV, watching TV while smoking a cigarette.

After Liu Yi finished cleaning the kitchen stove, she was busy coloring the paper offerings.

A Li was coaxed by Li Zhuiyuan to go back to the room to sleep with Grandma Liu.

Li Zhuiyuan was behind the house, seriously finishing his horse stance.

When he returned to the second floor, he saw Li Sanjiang pouring laundry detergent into his hands.

On the stone slab by the water vat, there was a basin of hot water and a towel hanging.

"Great-grandfather..."

"Great-grandfather has been congratulated again."

"Congratulations."

"Go, go, go, you little rascal!"

"Hehe."

Because of the interruption of his mother's phone call, Li Zhuiyuan only now realized that the problem of his own good fortune hadn't been solved yet.

Unfortunately, there was no way to ask his great-grandfather directly, because his great-grandfather didn't understand it either.

So, what exactly was being traded in this transaction that had cost so much good fortune?

Li Zhuiyuan walked back to his bedroom, turned on the desk lamp, and took out the "Liu Family Qi-Gazing Art."

He opened it and frowned.

He missed Wei Zhengdao's handwriting.

Of all the sets of books he had taken out from the basement, the ones written by Wei Zhengdao were the most comfortable for him to read.

Enduring the discomfort, he seriously read on, page by page.

He didn't know if he had started to gradually adapt to the charm of this "dog-scratch" handwriting,

or if the content of the "Liu Family Qi-Gazing Art" was truly profound and mysterious.

The more Li Zhuiyuan read, the more he enjoyed it, and he gradually couldn't stop.

This book was about the Feng Shui of rivers, lakes, and seas.

It was a very special category, because in the normal sense of "Feng Shui," the layout was relatively broad, and water was just one part of it, with mountains and land being more important.

After all, whether it was for the living to reside or the dead to sleep, it was basically on land.

But this book focused on water systems, involving water burials, water prisons, water calamities, and so on, with mountains and land becoming supplementary instead.

Starting from a certain practical perspective, one could make an analogy:

If you really read and understood other Feng Shui books, you could have a sense when traveling through famous mountains and rivers: There might be an ancient tomb here.

After reading this book, when you were on a boat, standing at the bow, you might have a sudden feeling and be able to point a finger: There might be a drowned corpse here.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't rush to keep reading the Liu family's books, but instead picked up the "Qin Family Dragon-Observing Method" to take a look.

He found that the theme was consistent; it seemed that the Liu and Qin families were likely large families of equal status on the river back in the day.

The theme was consistent, but the routes and methods were different.

This was of great benefit to a learner, as they could verify each other and deepen their understanding.

As long as he understood both books, his understanding of Jianghu Feng Shui would become extremely profound.

He glanced at the time; it was his bedtime.

Li Zhuiyuan put the books away, turned off the desk lamp, took a basin of water to take a bath, then returned to the bedroom, lay on the bed, folded the quilt, lay down, and went to sleep.

A quarter of an hour later, Li Zhuiyuan sat up; he couldn't sleep.

No matter how strong his behavioral logic inertia was, it couldn't suppress the influence of his mother's phone call on his heart.

He pushed the door open, walked to the terrace, sat down on the rattan chair, and stared blankly at the pitch-black night sky.

He didn't know how much time had passed when the door to the east room was opened by Liu Yumei; seeing her granddaughter about to walk out, she could only manage to drape a cloak over her.

Looking up and seeing the boy sitting on the second-floor balcony, Liu Yumei felt a mix of emotions in her heart.

Was it not enough to be together during the day, so they had to play together at night too?

But looking at the boy's indifferent expression, she was a bit puzzled: Wasn't this child fine during dinner? How did he become like this now?

Was he missing his mother while sleeping at night?

Although a child's nature is a child's nature, Liu Yumei felt that this little boy shouldn't be so fragile.

This appearance was the spitting image of her own A Li after sitting behind the threshold.

Soon, she saw her granddaughter's figure appear on the second floor; the girl sat down on the rattan chair beside the boy.

After a while, the girl actually took the initiative to share half of the cloak she was wearing and covered the boy with it.

Liu Yumei's eyes widened; her own granddaughter would actually take the initiative to show concern for someone?

They had been living at Li Sanjiang's house for a while, but A Li's condition had only been controlled and hadn't worsened; as for improvement, there hadn't been a bit.

It was only after that boy moved into his great-grandfather's place that A Li's condition showed signs of improvement, like water droplets finally appearing on a block of ice.

But no matter how much it had improved, it couldn't compare to this one day and night!

First, she could nod and shake her head to express herself, and now she could even make such an active gesture of concern.

Liu Yumei looked up, not letting her tears spill from her eyes in a hurry; she had truly seen the hope for her granddaughter's recovery, and it seemed that it really wouldn't take too long.

She walked into the room, sat in front of the altar, and pointed her finger at them:

"A Li getting sick is also because of your irresponsibility; if you had left even a little bit of spirit behind to protect her according to tradition back then, A Li wouldn't have become like that."

Picking up a handkerchief and wiping her tears, Liu Yumei said with a sobbing voice:

"If I had known that smashing your spirit tablets would be useful for A Li's condition, I should have chopped you all up for firewood long ago."

Li Zhuiyuan didn't know when the girl had come; she seemed to have been there for a long time, and his back was also covered with something, warm.

"You're here?"

The girl looked at the boy; this time she took the initiative to hold the boy's hand, and then she seemed to notice something, lowering her head while prying open the boy's palm.

In the center of the palm, there was a wound.

The girl's fingertips stroked it.

This was a rare moment of warmth; Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but smile, but this smile soon froze.

Because the girl's five fingers were all pressed against his palm, and five nails, neither long nor short, pierced directly into his flesh.

"Hiss..."

Li Zhuiyuan was in so much pain that he stood up, his body almost twisting around.

"A Li, it hurts, it hurts..."

They say the ten fingers are connected to the heart, but the palm is also soft and sensitive; the girl's five nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, and she was still exerting force.

This feeling was like plowing a hand with a rake.

When he was squatting by the ditch earlier, he had taken the initiative to reach out and grip the burning incense in Runsheng's hand; he really hadn't felt pain then, because he hadn't been normal then.

But now, he was normal.

Begging for mercy seemed to have lost its effect at this moment; the girl who had always listened to him the most seemed to be ignoring him now.

Her eyelashes were fluttering, her body was trembling, and the luster in her eyes had disappeared, replaced by numbness.

A dangerous aura emanated from her.

In the past, every time she was about to explode, the boy only needed to hold her hand to soothe her, but now, it was the boy's hand that was intensifying her explosion.

Li Zhuiyuan pulled his hand away from the girl.

The girl's body gradually returned to calm, her eyelashes stopped fluttering, and her eyelids drooped.

She turned around and walked toward the stairs.

The cloak that had been covering them both fell off; Li Zhuiyuan picked it up, wanting to drape it over the girl.

But as he approached again, the girl stopped, and her back began to tremble.

Li Zhuiyuan had to stop, and even took a few steps back.

The girl returned to normal and continued walking forward, her figure disappearing into the stairs.

Soon, the girl appeared on the terrace; the door to the east room hadn't been closed, and she walked in.

Li Zhuiyuan stood on the second floor, still holding the red cloak in his hand.

In the past, the girl had always liked to collect everything that had to do with them; now, she not only rejected contact with him but also rejected things that had been tainted by him.

Li Zhuiyuan lowered his head, looking at the bloody five cuts in his palm, which were still bleeding.

He was in a lot of pain, but he wasn't angry; instead, he felt very guilty.

His left-hand fingers wiped away the blood, revealing the burn in the center area.

He knew why the girl had suddenly gotten angry.

Because she had discovered that the person she had pinned her hopes on to help him climb out of the abyss was actually walking into the abyss of his own accord.

The greatest torture in this world is to give you hope in the midst of despair, and then personally extinguish that hope.

She had already gotten used to it.

Li Zhuiyuan went to rinse the wound, simply found a clean strip of cloth to bandage it, and then returned to his bedroom.

Lying on the bed, he didn't know if sleepiness had really hit him, or if he was subconsciously craving for dawn to come after a sleep, so that everything would return to normal.

In any case, he fell asleep.

He slept very lightly, waking up in a fright many times after short periods of sleep due to inexplicable palpitations, but he didn't open his eyes, forcing himself to continue sleeping.

Finally, after who knows how many times, through his eyelids, he felt a clear sense of light.

Dawn had come.

Turning his head and opening his eyes, there was no one on the chair at the door.

Li Zhuiyuan took a washbasin and walked out of the bedroom; passing his great-grandfather's room, he saw through the screen door that his great-grandfather wasn't on the bed.

After washing up and going downstairs, he couldn't see Runsheng at the table on the first floor either.

He hadn't slept too late today, so why was everyone up so early?

Li Zhuiyuan walked onto the terrace, and Liu Yi walked out of the kitchen: "Little Yuan, morning, breakfast will be ready in a bit."

"Liu Yi, where is my great-grandfather?"

"The village chief came over before dawn this morning and called your great-grandfather to the town government, saying there was an emergency, so Runsheng drove your great-grandfather there."

Li Zhuiyuan nodded, then looked toward the east room.

Behind the threshold of the east room, the girl in a black dress was sitting there, her feet on the threshold, her gaze looking straight ahead, without a hint of emotion.

"Little Yuan, Little Yuan, hurry over here."

This morning, her granddaughter hadn't gotten up early as usual, and she had sensed something was wrong.

After getting up and getting dressed, she had actually picked up a stool and sat behind the threshold.

In an instant, Liu Yumei felt the sky had collapsed!

Now, the only person she could count on was the boy.

Li Zhuiyuan walked toward the east room; as soon as he got closer, the girl's body began to tremble, her hands unconsciously clenching slowly, and deep in her eyes, a red color began to rise.

Liu Yumei immediately reached out to stop Li Zhuiyuan from approaching, stepped forward to squat beside her granddaughter, and kept whispering to soothe her.

Her granddaughter's reaction was more intense than when strangers had approached before.

Li Zhuiyuan retreated a distance, and after seeing the girl calm down under Grandma Liu's soothing, he bit his lip and took a deep breath.

Yes, just as he had thought before going to sleep.

After a sleep,

everything had been restored.

"What, tell me that again, I didn't hear you clearly!"

Li Sanjiang sat in the Civil Affairs Bureau office and slapped the table; he had actually heard clearly, but he couldn't believe it.

The director of the Civil Affairs Bureau and several staff members could only patiently explain it to him again, even though this was already the fourth time.

They had also received a notice from their superiors that there was a matter that needed special handling and urgent approval, so they had come to the office early to wait.

In fact, after seeing the faxed documents, they also felt extremely puzzled.

In this day and age, there was actually such an operation?

"Old man, your name is Li Sanjiang, right?"

"I brought my ID card and household registration book, you tell me if it is or not?"

"Yes, yes, yes, actually, the matter is already very clear; now, it depends on whether you are willing to sign. If you are not willing, we will send these documents back."

Li Sanjiang picked up the pen in a daze,

and asked:

"If I sign this, will Little Yuan Hou be entered into my household registration?"

(End of chapter)