Luo family, Luo Baobao received a letter from Zuo Junmo.

"Is there something wrong with Uncle Zuo writing to you?" Blacksmith Luo asked Baby Luo in surprise.

In Blacksmith Luo's understanding, Zuo Junmo was Luo Baobao's elder. Even if they exchanged letters, it was with Tang Yazi and Qing'er. However, when the letter came and was addressed to Luo Baobao by name, Blacksmith Luo was surprised.

It's a pity that the man can recognize characters, but he can't recognize even half of the densely packed characters on the letter paper in front of him.

After Luo Baobao finished reading the letter, he sat there and smiled happily.

"Baby, what did your uncle Zuo say in the letter? Look at how happy you are, tell us quickly!" Wang Cuilian couldn't help but be curious.

Luo Baobao said: "Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle Zuo invited me to play at his house. He said that they will have lanterns during the Lantern Festival this year. Let me tell you, and he will come to pick me up in two days."

So they were going to pick up Baby Luo to watch the lanterns over there? Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian both laughed.

Luo Baobao added: "I will pack my clothes when I get back. When Uncle Zuo comes, I will go to Huguang County with him to play for a few days. By the way, Uncle Zuo has a little brother now."

"What little brother?" Neither Blacksmith Luo nor Wang Cuilian understood.

Luo Baobao said: "He is Uncle Zuo's son!"

"What?" Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian were even more shocked, with confusion on their foreheads.

"Zuo Junmo has a son in Yangzhou, and he recognized his ancestor and returned to the clan years ago." Tuoba Xian's voice came, and people immediately entered the main room.

"Mrs. Xian, what is going on here? Is it an adopted son? Or a biological one?" Blacksmith Luo asked hurriedly.

This time Zuo Junmo wrote a letter. In addition to Luo Baobao's personally signed letter, there was also a letter addressed to Tuoba Xian.

Tuoba Xian came to Luo Baobao, raised her hand and stroked her head, and continued with a smile: "He did not specify in the letter whether he was adopted or biological, he only said that the child was brought back from Yangzhou.

My biological mother passed away, and I was living on the water alone with my elderly uncle, so I took her back to Zuojiazhuang and raised her under the knees of Mrs. Zuo."

Zuo Junmo only revealed this in his letter, so Tuoba Xian couldn't tell more.

Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian both nodded. Wang Cuilian said: "Whether it's biological or adopted, Mrs. Zuo is no longer alone, so that's good."

Blacksmith Luo thought so too.

Tang Yazi is not a bloodline of the Luo family, but he raised him since he was a child and is closer to him than his own son.

So this blood relationship, sometimes is important, sometimes it is not so important, what is important is the emotion, the affection of nurturing.

"Baby, have you decided? Your uncle will come to pick you up in two days, will you go?" Tuoba Xian asked again.

Luo Baobao nodded repeatedly: "Go, I will definitely go. I miss Zuo's grandma, and I also want to see what that little brother looks like."

Tuoba Xian smiled softly, "Well, you can pack your clothes in the next two days."

Luo Baobao said: "I'm going to the backyard to pack clothes!"

After saying these words, she ran away and disappeared.

The three elders were left looking at each other.

Blacksmith Luo said: "She can go to Zuojiazhuang to play for a while. Qing'er and Tangyazi are not at home, and Chen'er is not here either. Xiaohua was in the capital before, and Feng'er clung to her like a little tail. Now Xiaohua is back with you."

Feng'er went to stay with his own mother, and our baby is indeed a little lonely. Sometimes I feel distressed just looking at her. It would be nice to go outside and play."

Wang Cuilian nodded: "I think so too."

In fact, Tuoba Xian didn't think so. But her character did not allow her to say this.

"Brother Luo, sister-in-law, let's prepare too. Jun Mo will probably bring the child over so that we can get to know him." Tuoba Xian reminded again.

Wang Cuilian came back to her senses and nodded repeatedly: "Fortunately, you reminded me, yes, I have to prepare. When the child comes back to visit us for the first time, we have to set off firecrackers and prepare red envelopes. Our child will go to Zuo's house, Zuo's house

But it’s very solemn, and now that the Zuo family’s children are coming to our house, we can’t neglect it.”

Wang Cuilian stopped by Yang Huazhong's house next door and told Mrs. Sun the news so that Mrs. Sun could also prepare.

Two days later, two carriages were parked at the entrance of the Luo family's yard. They were Zuo's carriages.

In the main hall of the Luo family, Blacksmith Luo, Mrs. Sun, Mrs. Da Sun, and Bao Suyun all came over.

Blacksmith Luo invited Zuo Junmo to drink tea, while the women gathered around the little boy Zuo Junmo brought over, greeting him with all sorts of strange gestures, like stars holding the moon.

Baby Luo was out playing at the time, and when he heard the noise, he hurried back home.

Sun said: "Come on, baby, come and meet your cousin from the Zuo family."

Luo Baobao entered the room with excitement on his face. He glanced around and saw a little boy standing next to Zuo Junmo.

When she looked over, the boy happened to look up as well.

The two children's eyes met in mid-air, and they were both stunned for a moment.

"This brother... I seem to have seen him somewhere before!"

Luo Baobao blurted out.

All the adults in the room laughed.

Wang Cuilian said lovingly: "What silly things are you saying, girl? This is the first time your cousin has come back to our house."

Luo Baobao said stubbornly: "It's true, I'm not saying something stupid."

But it was impossible for the elders to believe her, and Luo Baobao was not interested in explaining to them, but went straight to the little boy.

Looking at the little boy in front of him who was a head shorter than him, he asked in a rare and gentle manner: "My name is Luo Wuyou, and my nickname is Luo Baobao. You can call me sister. I will be eleven years old in two months. How about you?"

What's your name? How old are you this year?"

The little boy blushed and looked timidly at the bright and lovely young lady in front of him, his lips tightly pressed into a straight line.

"Uncle Zuo, why doesn't the little brother speak? Is he shy?" Luo Baobao waited for a while, but when there was no response from the little boy, he turned to Zuo Junmo and asked in surprise.

Zuo Junmo smiled faintly and said, "Maybe he is a stranger. When you two get familiar with each other, maybe he will talk to you."

Luo Baobao smiled sweetly and reached out to hold the little boy's hand: "Little brother, let's go, sister will take you to play..."

But he withdrew his hand from hers and took a step back.

Luo Baobao was surprised and looked at him in confusion.

Zuo Junmo frowned slightly, "Jingling, you must have no rules."

The little boy seemed a little afraid of the downcast Zuo Junmo, and lowered his head.

Luo Baobao came to his senses and quickly protected the little boy, saying: "Uncle Zuo, don't blame the little brother. It's reasonable for him to be new to my house and not familiar with me. I don't blame him at all.

Don't scare him, it's my fault, I'm too impatient."

Having said this, Baby Luo turned around and showed a friendly and friendly smile to the little boy: "I have a big, fat dog at home. Do you want to see it? If you want to see it, just nod and I will take you there.

!”

The little boy nodded.
Chapter completed!