After marrying the hunter, he became more and more abnormal

Because Liu Yun suddenly came to Liujia Village more than 20 years ago. Although she is a woman, she is also a very capable and kind person. Not only did she buy land and build houses in Liujia Village, she also lent a helping hand to many people in need in Liujia Village.

It was precisely because of her kind act that after she was gone, those people would often lend a helping hand to her poor little brother. However, no matter how much they helped, it was still someone else's family affair.

Putting all these aside, such a wealthy woman with unknown origins, whether it was her kind temperament or the fact that she gave birth to a boy who looked very similar to Qiu Wu, made Li Jingran feel that she was very likely Liu Qiuyun.

But this is also the contradiction. Liu Qiuyun eloped for love. Even if she was stranded somewhere else, the person she should not marry should not be Liu Dazhi, who has never left Qinghe County.

Although they didn't know who the man was, based on what he understood from Qiu Wu, it was absolutely impossible for Liu Qiuyun to marry and have children with someone like Liu Dazhi, not to mention that he had a pair of very restless parents.

There are also two relics she left behind, and only "Liu Yun" is engraved on them, instead of "Liu Qiuyun"!

Li Jingran stared, wondering, are there really two people in the world who have nothing to do with each other and yet are so similar?

Li Jingran frowned as he thought about it, and raised his hand to pinch his eyebrows. The young man was too much like Qiu Wu. Qiu Wu had always wanted to find his sister and resolve the knot in his parents' hearts... So, he didn't want to miss this opportunity.

Maybe Liu Yun is Liu Qiuyun? Maybe she had some unavoidable reasons, so she had to recruit Liu Dazhi as her son-in-law to cover up her identity?

Seeing his cousin's expression changing from time to time, but still pursing his lips, the young master said helplessly: "At this point, we can only find Liu Qiuyun's portrait and let the people of Liujia Village identify it carefully, as well as the two relics she left behind."

Li Jingran nodded, but his frown remained on his face. He looked up at his cousin who was lazily sitting on the armchair drinking tea, and said, "Ah Ji, I decided to go back in person. Before I find out if Liu Ze is Qiu Wu's nephew, I hope you can help me keep an eye on him."

The cousin nodded, put down his teacup and said with a smile: "Well, don't worry about that. After all, I also hope that you can get your beautiful wife soon."

Li Jingran glanced at him when he heard this, but did not refute.

So that afternoon, Li Jingran rushed back to the capital as fast as he could. However, Xia Mo, who was far away in Liujia Village, had no idea that someone was working hard for his sake. She and Ling Chuan were living a happy and sweet life.

Time passed quickly and more than half a month passed quietly.

In the evening, Liujia Village.

Lingchuan's house, inside the house.

Xia Mo stood in front of the bed, holding a medicine jar in his hand. He bent over and approached the man to look at the wound that had fallen off the scab and turned into a dark pink and slightly raised wound. He couldn't help but say sincerely: "Brother Ling, this ointment is very good." It is rare for such a hideous wound to heal to this extent in just over half a month.

Xia Mo stretched out his finger and poked it as he spoke. It was truly amazing. He had thought that the ointment he had used on himself before was already miraculous, but he had not expected that this ointment would be even more effective than that one. When the two were compared, it was simply a drop in the ocean.

Xia Mo sighed while taking the opportunity to take advantage of the man. His slender white fingertips rubbed the man's strong abdominal muscles several times. He clicked his tongue in his heart and thought to himself that it felt really good.

The moment the young man touched his body, Ling Chuan's eyes suddenly darkened and his thin lips tightened.

He had been extremely eager and patient to be close to and touch the young man, especially after he tasted the sweetness, but someone just happened to touch his head, and he didn't notice the man's body gradually tensing up, and the dark eyes staring at him.

So when Ling Chuan saw that he was about to lose control again, he grabbed the little hand that was doing whatever it wanted and made his heart itch, and called out softly, "Ze'er."

"...Hmm?" Seeing his hand suddenly grabbed by someone, Xia Mo raised his head angrily, and unexpectedly bumped into the pair of deep eyes that were staring at him.

Oh my god, brother, don't look at me like that.

Xia Mo seemed to have thought of something. The fingers of the hand being held trembled, and then he grinned, "I just want to take a look. He has recovered well. Brother Ling, where did you get this medicine? It's so effective."

Xia Mo's eyes flickered, as if he was trying to cover up his drunkenness and the possibility of something happening that was very likely to happen.

There's nothing they can do. It's said that a short separation is better than a new marriage. They've been sticking together every day during this period, and it's natural for them to be overwhelmed by the passion. So, apart from not really achieving harmony in life, the couple can be considered very loving. After all, someone got scared after seeing this.

However, who is Ling Chuan? He knew at a glance that the young man had been deliberately avoiding him these past two days, so he lowered his eyelids, hiding the desire in his eyes, and said truthfully: "It is a rare tribute, given by Prince Qiao."

"I see, no wonder the medicine is so effective."

The old man still has some conscience. His brother Chuan was injured while helping his son, Xia Mo thought and secretly glanced at the man again.

Even though Ling Chuan tried his best to hide his emotions, Xia Mo still caught them easily.

Seeing the depressed and unhappy look on the other person's body, Xia Mo felt that he was hopeless. Ah, I really couldn't bear to let him go.

So he stood up and held the man's face, forcing him to look directly at him, "Brother Ling, wait for me." As he spoke, he gently kissed the man's frowning brows in the look of astonishment.

Ling Chuan was stunned, and Xia Mo realized that he had said something very outrageous in a fit of anger. He suddenly felt his cheeks and ears were extremely hot, as if they were burned by fire.

Whether he was embarrassed or shy, he rolled his eyes and said, "Well, it's getting late. Let's not use the bandage. I'm going to cook first. The pickled bamboo shoots have been marinated for so long, they must be tasty. Let's make a dish of pickled bamboo shoots and pork today, shall we? Oh, right! Let's go catch some fish some other time if we have time. Pickled bamboo shoots and small fish are also delicious!"

Seeing this, Ling Chuan looked at the boy's pink cheeks and ears, and smiled, "Well, fry one then, I want to eat it."

Xia Mo glanced at him, and felt that the heat that had just disappeared seemed to be coming back.

Ahem, no no, he needs to calm down.

"Um... I'll go to the kitchen first." Xia Mo said and ran away quickly.

Even though one can't escape the consequences, it seems like he just shot himself in the foot... Xia Mo covered his face.

"Haha." Looking at the young man who ran faster than a rabbit, Ling Chuan laughed softly, then put on his clothes and followed him out with brisk steps.

His little brother is so cute.