Chapter 597 At Least There Are Brothers

Feng Qing was completely speechless, muttering, "Even if it was given as a gift for recharging the phone bill, there shouldn't be no photos at all!"

Ye Zhen hid in his shadow, and his tentacles swayed as he listened, and he completely agreed with the point of view.

Mr. Ba Xi must have been very cute when he was a child. With such a child, who wouldn't take photos and videos like crazy? It's impossible that there are no photos!

After flipping through one album, there is another one!

It must be in another one!

Feng Qing opened the second album and flipped through it quickly.

There are no photos of Zhong Lan in this album. Many of them were taken before Zhong Yuan's parents got married.

Feng Qing found that Zhong Yuan's mother was a great beauty without any surprise.

From his picky eyes, she can at least give it an eight-point score!

Zhong Yuan's father is very ordinary, and his clothing taste is very ordinary, no different from ordinary people.

The two of them took a photo together, and they don't match well. To put it bluntly, a flower is stuck in cow dung.

So, does Zhong Yuan look like his mother?

He doesn't look like his father at all, but he doesn't look like his mother either...

Feng Qing pondered secretly and continued to flip through the photo album. Suddenly, he saw a few photos taken at the wedding banquet.

The woman in the photo, Zhong Yuan's mother, was already pregnant when she got married.

She was pregnant at that time and got married with a baby.

Feng Qing saw through the situation of this family in an instant.

"No way? Before she gave birth to Yuan Yuan, this woman found a takeover man to marry?"

"No wonder Yuan Yuan is not in the photo album. He is not his father's biological child, so he is neglected at home."

"His mother's situation is also very strange. It seems that she has been pregnant. But Yuan Yuan has only one sister..."

"Oh, she miscarried."

Feng Qing muttered to himself, noticing that Zhong Yuan's mother looked much older in the first photo album, and couldn't help but snorted.

The poor woman finally got what she wanted and had a daughter.

Zhong Lan is really lucky. She is the apple of the family's eye. And her brother is like a superfluous person, dispensable.

Feng Qing was very sad. He only looked at half of the second album and didn't want to look at it anymore.

After putting the two albums back in place, he suddenly found that there was a tin box at the back of the TV cabinet.

It was very old, and there was a little rust on the lid.

It was placed together with the albums, maybe there were photos inside.

Feng Qing took out the box calmly and gently opened the lid.

He saw a pile of broken photos piled together.

He trembled in his heart, grabbed a handful, spread his hands and looked at it for half a minute, and finally said sadly, "So you are here... Yuanyuan..."

Zhong Yuan also had photos before.

However, as he became more and more handsome, the rumors among the neighbors overwhelmed Zhong Yuan's father's fragile heart.

One night, he tore up all the photos of his son like crazy. Since then, he has never taken photos of Zhong Yuan again.

Ye Zhen was also very upset when he saw this.

I thought I was miserable enough, but I didn't expect that the Eighth Master was even more miserable than me...

His parents must not have expected that he would achieve such a high achievement. When the others come back, I must give them a hard look!

At this time, Feng Qing poured the pile of broken photos on the coffee table and started to piece them together.

At the age of six, he could put together a 240-piece puzzle in two minutes, so restoring this pile of photos was a piece of cake.

Feng Qing was very fast, and there were not many broken photos in the tin box.

In less than two minutes, twelve photos were pieced together, most of which were damaged, and only three of Zhong Yuan were intact.

One was just born and was held in his mother's arms.

The other two were taken when he was two or three years old. They were super cute, with big eyes and thick hair. It was hard to tell whether they were boys or girls. They looked a little thin.

Feng Qing looked at them for a few times and suddenly froze. He frowned and said, "Is it my illusion? When Yuanyuan was a child, he looked a bit like me when I was a child?"

He was much luckier than Zhong Yuan. There was a camera recording his growth every day.

Feng Zhuzhen often took photos of him to trick him, mostly super cute photos of him in women's clothing, and took them out to show him when he had nothing to do.

So, when Feng Qing looked at Zhong Yuan's photo, he felt that he was so familiar, as if he was looking at himself.

Maybe children look similar when they are one or two years old?

Feng Qing didn't think much about it, took out his mobile phone and took several copies of these photos, and then went back to restore them digitally.

It would be a pity not to keep them if they are so cute.

After doing this, he broke up the photos again, put them back in the tin box, put them back in place, and then walked into the kitchen.

Zhong Yuan had already put the dumplings in the pot, and asked with a smile, "How is it? Have you seen Lan Lan's photo? Is she cute?"

Feng Qing looked complicated and said, "Yeah, super cute."

Zhong Yuan was immediately overjoyed, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, and said, "My mother said that when she took her out before, scouts often came to ask if she wanted to shoot commercials or something."

Feng Qing asked absent-mindedly, "Why didn't you go?"

Zhong Yuan smiled bitterly, "It's all a routine. Pay a deposit of 1,000 yuan for the audition, and it won't be refunded if you are not selected."

The dumplings floated up.

Zhong Yuan said, "Okay, here are the dumplings you asked for. They are guaranteed to be cooked, but not delicious."

Feng Qing then realized that the dumplings in the pot were real handmade dumplings.

He said in a lost voice, "Did you make them fresh? Not frozen?"

Zhong Yuan asked in confusion, "Didn't you say you wanted handmade dumplings? How could frozen dumplings take half an hour?"

"…………"

Ye Zhen had long known that Zhong Yuan was a great cook. Looking at the pot of dumplings, he was envious and wanted to eat them too...

A plate of hot dumplings was served on the table.

Feng Qing sat at the dining table, stared at the beautifully shaped dumplings, and said, "No wonder your sister asked you to get up and make breakfast for her."

Zhong Yuan said, "It's okay, I'm used to it."

He was ruthless when killing enemies, but he was submissive at home. Feng Qing couldn't bear it anymore and frowned and said, "Since you are the tool of the family, your parents are not here, so you take care of everything. You also take care of my sister. You Look at you, there’s not a single picture on the wall.”

Zhong Yuan didn't know why he was suddenly angry and said, "Isn't it my duty to take care of my sister? I am not in the photo because...because...someone has to take it."

Feng Qing interrupted sternly, "Zhong Yuan, don't deceive yourself. Your parents don't treat you as a son. I know it's inappropriate to say this about your parents, but this is the truth!"

Zhong Yuan said angrily, "Feng Qing, you came to my house in the middle of the night and you just wanted to tell me this? You just saw a few photos, what qualifications do you have to tell me about my family affairs?"

Feng Qing said loudly, "Of course I am qualified! You are an alien like me, a life form beyond human beings. We are companions and close friends!"

"No matter what you do, I will always stand by your side. I promised your sister to protect you, and I will do my best to prevent you from being harmed!"

Feng Qing smiled and said slowly, "Zhong Yuan, I regard you as my best brother. I don't want to see you be wronged..."