I focused hard and finally saw his face clearly. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose bridge, a bit of resoluteness on his face, but very gentle eyes. It's really Uncle Guo! But why is he so young? He is several years younger than I remember him at the top of Xiangyang City.
"This kid's facial features look a bit like his father's." Guo Jing looked at me and sighed, "It's just Miss Mu Nianci... Well, she is also a miserable person."
Huang Rong sat aside, picked up a handkerchief, and gently wiped the corner of my mouth: "The sins brother Yang Kang has done cannot be repaid by his children. Since we have brought him back, we will take good care of him, and we can be considered worthy of Miss Nianci's entrustment."
Yang Kang? Mu Nianci? My father and mother?
There was a "buzzing" sound in my head, like being struck by thunder. Am I dead? How could he become a baby? Still being held by Uncle Guo and Aunt Guo? Could it be that... I was reborn?
I tried moving my fingers and could feel the softness of my fingernails. I listened to them talking again, and every word came into my ears clearly, not an illusion.
"By the way, Brother Jing, I haven't named the child yet." Huang Rong suddenly said, "We can't always call him 'child'."
Guo Jing touched his chin and muttered: "His father's name is Yang Kang, and Kang means An. But Kang'er has always taken a wrong path in his life. We hope that this kid can take the right path and correct his mistakes. Why not... Call him 'Guo'? Yang Guo, change the name to that. What do you think?"
Yang Guo.
