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Xiao Wen Ning smiled and said, "After all, I am her son."

After standing in front of the tombstone for a while, Han Yao turned around and went down the mountain with Xiao Wen Ning.

The pines and cypresses are straight, and the sycamores are tall.

Xiao Wen Ning still had his hands in his coat pockets. He walked and said, "Actually, I don't have any memory of her. Most of her past was told to me by the nanny. The nanny who took care of me was her sister, so I always called her Aunt Xin. In comparison, Aunt Xin is more like my mother. When I was a child, I once thought that Xiao Wenhao's mother was also my mother. Later, one time, Xiao Wenhao pushed me from upstairs to downstairs. After I rolled around like a ball, his mother actually hugged Xiao Wenhao and asked him if he was scared. I was so angry that I cried, but she didn't even look at me. Aunt Xin took me back to the room, blew on my wound, and spoke to me softly. I asked her why my father, mother, grandparents only liked Xiao Wenhao and didn't like me? Was I picked up?"

"She must have struggled for a long time, but she finally told me that Xiao Wenhao and I didn't have the same mother. Then Aunt Xin took out the photo album she had hidden for a long time. That was probably the first time I met her. Like you said, Ms. Ye is really beautiful."

"But what's the point of being beautiful?" He sighed and said to Han Yao with a smile: "Forget it, it's an old matter. Let's go down the mountain and eat something."

Han Yao didn't respond and didn't say anything. The two of them walked down. There were low fences about ten centimeters high on both sides of the narrow stone road. The mountain road was winding, with mottled shadows of trees. It was so quiet and peaceful that only the occasional sound of stepping on leaves could be heard.

Xiao Wen Ning was just about to find a topic to continue the conversation when he suddenly felt his arm tighten and he was completely blocked behind him. He looked up in surprise and saw two people standing a few meters away.

The two men were wearing black clothes and black pants, and had just smashed the window of Xiao Wen Ning's house not long ago.

The four of them looked at each other for a few seconds, and then two people rushed over quickly from the bottom of the slope. Han Yao protected Xiao Wen Ning behind him and waited for the two to approach.

Having had experience in fighting, Han Yao had a good idea of ​​their strengths.

The man's long fist swung straight at his face. Han Yao raised his hand to block it, not forgetting to protect Xiao Wen Ning from any threat. The two of them fought Han Yao together, but they were always at a disadvantage. The narrow mountain path made it difficult to move. Han Yao kicked one man in the chest with his long leg, and the other man quickly pulled out a short knife from his pocket. Xiao Wen Ning frowned and shouted, "Be careful."

The man paused for a few seconds as if he suddenly noticed him. Han Yao seized the opportunity and stepped forward to snatch his weapon, but before he could move, he felt someone grabbing his arm. Xiao Wen Ning, with a worried look on his face, tried to push himself forward to block Han Yao.

Han Yao steadied himself and signaled him not to worry. Something suddenly flashed through his mind, but the other party had already pounced on him and headed straight for Xiao Wen Ning's neck.

Xiao Wen Ning dodged in a hurry, but his footing was unstable and he tripped on the short fence and quickly fell backwards.

Han Yao heard his cry of surprise, let go of the man in his hand, and rushed down the hillside. Fortunately, the slope was not steep, and Xiao Wen Ning rolled twice and was stopped by a dead tree. Han Yao rushed over and picked him up. Before he turned around, he heard footsteps approaching from behind. He held Xiao Wen Ning and spun around and kicked the man out in an instant. Another one found an opportunity, took out the dagger from his body and swung it at him.

Seeing that he had no time to dodge, Xiao Wen Ning raised his hands and put his arms around his neck, blocking his upper body with his whole body.

After a long time, his body did not feel the expected pain. He slowly raised his head and found that the person who had just swung the knife was lying on the ground.

Han Yao looked at him quietly for a few seconds, then asked, "How should we deal with this?"

Xiao Wen Ning hooked his neck, looked at the man on the ground and said coldly: "Go back and tell Xiao Wenhao that I have nothing on my hands, so he won't have to worry about it."

After saying that, he got off Han Yao, patted the dirt off his body, and went down the mountain with him.

The way back was as silent as the way in. Xiao Wen Ning was a little absent-minded, not knowing what he was thinking about. It was not until he got home that he discovered that Han Yao's calf seemed to have been stabbed.

Han Yao walked steadily with a normal expression. Xiao Wen Ning happened to look down and saw that there was a hole in his pants and vaguely saw red bloodstains. He stopped, stood in front of Han Yao, and suddenly squatted down.

He lifted up his torn trousers and saw a wound about ten centimeters long below the knee. Xiao Wen Ning took a breath and without saying anything hurried upstairs to look for Han Yao's medicine box.

Han Yao looked at his back and followed him upstairs without any expression. Xiao Wen Ning hurriedly turned around with the medicine box in his hand and bumped into his arms.

He quickly asked, "How are you?"

Han Yao took the medicine box and sat down casually on the ground: "It's okay."

Xiao Wen Ning watched him take off his shoes and throw them aside, then he tore open the damaged trouser leg with his hands, revealing all the wounds.

Blood flowed down his calf to the floor, but Han Yao's expression remained normal, as if the injury was not his own.

Xiao Wen Ning looked for a while and then squatted down. He picked up the alcohol and poured it on the gauze, then gently wiped the blood off Han Yao's leg.

Han Yao took some medicine powder and dealt with it briefly. Then he grabbed Xiao Wenning's wrist and asked, "Who are these two people?"

Xiao Wen Ning shook his wrist and said with lowered eyes, "Xiao Wenhao's people."

Han Yao looked at the top of his head and asked again: "Are you sure?"

Xiao Wen Ning used the gauze to free his wrist. He looked at Han Yao protecting his injured calf, and after a long silence, he said "Hmm."

Han Yao didn't ask any more questions. He let go of Xiao Wen Ning's wrist and nodded casually: "Then be careful next time."