Of course, this might be because the child's mother is beautiful.
But the two children's ages don't match.
Gu An'an suddenly remembered it this afternoon while sewing clothes.
The eldest son, Jiang Mingyi, is a bit older; he was born in June and is ten and a half years old this year. The second son, Jiang Mingzhu, is two months shy of nine years old. Both children are of the right age.
The problem lies in Bao'er's age. The child is malnourished and looks like a three-year-old. In fact, Gu An'an recalled carefully that the original owner had taken care of Bao'er for more than a year.
When the child was brought back to Jiangjia Village, he was just over six months old. He was born in March and was less than five months away from turning five.
And the young man, Jiang Mingxu, just celebrated his birthday in September this year.
The brother and sister are half a year apart.
It's definitely not the same mother.
Gu An'an boldly guessed, "Were you four siblings born from different mothers? Otherwise, how come you have nothing in common except for being good-looking?"
These words made Jiang Mingyi burst out laughing. Under the dim yellow light of the kitchen stove, the young man's shadow stretched long on the wall.
Laughter lingered briefly in the kitchen.
Gu An'an understood, "Alright, alright, it's not your fault, it's all your dad's fault, that scumbag. But he's probably quite good-looking, right?"
Otherwise, how could he have seduced so many beautiful women and given birth to his beautiful babies?
What's the use of being good-looking if he's still a jerk?
Gu An'an turned and walked out, leaving Jiang Mingyi in the kitchen to continue his struggle with the pots and pans.
He tried hard to recall what his father looked like, but he couldn't remember at all, as if a piece of his memory had been erased.
My head hurts, I can't think about it anymore.
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