Great Lawyer

Chapter 1 Who is your mother
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Du Jiuyan was startled awake, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a three or four-year-old brat clinging to her, cutting her hair.

The child's round eyes, tall nose, bulging baby cheeks, braided into the sky, like a white and tender radish.

"Little radish," Du Jiuyan grabbed the child and shouted, "Whose family belongs to you? What about your adults? It's too much."

Several strands fell on the ground, if she hadn't woken up early, this little carrot would have cut her bald.

"Mother, be good." Unexpectedly, Xiao Luobo didn't panic at all, and patted her head in turn, grabbed the scissors in the gap, and said in a childish voice: "You will become ugly if you cut your hair. Only when we become ugly can we continue to look for dad, do you want to look for dad?"

With his tone, it is clear that an adult is coaxing a child.

"What father are you looking for, who is your mother?" After Du Jiuyan finished speaking, he realized that the child was wearing a dusty short jacket, which was worn out but rough, just like an ancient person's attire.

As if struck by lightning, she looked down at herself again. She was also wearing a rough linen jacket with baggy pants underneath, and a pair of round black cloth shoes with a hole in the toe.

Du Jiuyan froze in place with a buzzing sound in his head.

Who is she and where is she?

"Mother is so beautiful," Little Luobo was still persuading, "It's too dangerous to go out, it's safe to cut your hair short, so you can find your father, isn't it?"

"Mother, be good," Xiaoluobo smiled, stretching out her chubby little hand to touch Du Jiuyan's face, "I'll take you to find something delicious in a while."

This little radish kept calling her mother... Could it be that she not only traveled through time, but also became someone else's mother?
This is simply reaching the sky in one step, and the span is too big.

"Me?" Du Jiuyan pointed to himself, "Is it your mother?"

Little Luobo nodded, the braid on the top of her head trembled, "It's mother, it's like a fake."

"My God!" Du Jiuyan covered his face, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.She took a case last week and defended the defendant.I just went to the court to submit the materials today, and as soon as I opened the car door in the parking lot, more than a dozen burly men appeared.

She specializes in handling criminal cases, and often encounters opponents making trouble or even fighting, so she has studied Sanda with a teacher and passed the sixth-level Qinglong. Generally, she has no problem dealing with self-protection.

This time was different, the opponent had more people and brought weapons... The last memory was that someone stabbed him twice in the back, stabbing at the vital point.

Dead, still dead so inexplicably, Du Jiuyan's face was sullen, and when he opened his eyes, he saw his fleshy little face, showing a standard eight-teeth smile.

It's fake, but I can't stand the cuteness of other parents.

"Mother, are you sleepy, do you want to sleep longer?"

Du Jiuyan squeezed Xiaoluobo's face, "Boy, are you planning to put me to sleep and then cut my hair again, huh?"

Little Luobo opened her mouth and said aggrievedly, "Mother, how can you miss me so much, I won't take advantage of others."

"Uh..." Du Jiuyan felt mentally handicapped as if he had been tricked by a child.

But this child is so cute, she has never seen such a smart child.

Although she died, she was reborn again. Not only that, she also saved the trouble of having a child, and got a son for nothing.

Thinking about it this way, her death is not entirely a tragedy.

"Little Luobo, how old are you?" Du Jiuyan looked at Xiaoluo.

The little radish squeezed and squeezed, got into her arms and sat on her lap, looked up at her, blinked her big eyes like grapes, "Mom, I'm four years old. You don't even remember? Do you want to?" Looking for a doctor, does your head still hurt?"

As he spoke, he touched Du Jiuyan's forehead.

injured?Du Jiuyan touched it himself, and sure enough, he felt sticky blood on the root of his hair.

It seems that the original owner died because of this injury.

"It's okay." Du Jiuyan frowned as the wound hurt.

Little Carrot clutched her skirt, pouted her small mouth, tears fell patter, "Mother, don't die."

Pathetic.

Your mother is dead!Du Jiuyan was soft-hearted, holding the little radish, "I can't die, I just forgot. How did I get hurt?"

"Really, really?" Little Carrot wiped away tears.

Du Jiuyan nodded.

"I'll never leave you behind again." Little Luobo hugged Du Jiuyan, "I was looking for something to eat just now, and when I came back, I saw Lai Si bullying you, even hitting you on the head with a brick!"

Lai Si?This name does not sound like a good person!Du Jiuyan patted him on the head, and said softly, "It's okay, no one can bully us in the future."

"Yeah." Little Carrot sniffled and nodded, "Then let's cut our hair, shall we?"

This child, crying so sadly, still didn't forget to cut her hair, "There are so many ways to look ugly, it's so troublesome to cut hair." He said again: "What's your name?"

"I don't have a name," Xiaoluobo blinked and looked at Du Jiuyan tentatively, "You keep calling me Xiaobao."

Xiaobao?Du Jiuyan curled his lips. The name was chosen too insincerely. It might as well be better than Little Carrot.

She looked around, the place where they stayed was like the backyard of a dilapidated temple, they were sitting under the eaves of the treasure hall, surrounded by ruins and overgrown with weeds, but what was even more dilapidated was that the clothes on and off their mother and son were so miserable that they could not cover their clothes It’s so dirty, it’s no different from a beggar, “Xiaoluobo, where is this place?”

"Baoqing, Long'an Temple." Du Jiuyan didn't question it, and Little Luobo secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Du Jiuyan recalled the location and geography, which should be in Hunan, but he didn't know if the two Baoqings were in the same place, "We are from Baoqing? Where's your father? Where's the family?"

Judging from the situation, their mother and son should have been away for a long time.

"I don't know." Little Luobo rolled his eyes, "My father is dead, and my grandparents are also dead. As for my grandparents' family... You said you don't want them, and we are just together."

If the father is dead, then the original owner is the widow?

A widow with a weaker body and less ability to survive, took the child and did not return to her mother's house, but wandered outside... Was it so open in ancient times?She felt strange.

"No, you just said clearly that you wanted to find your father. Did you die so soon?" Wouldn't a man come out one day and say he was her husband?
It's fine to pick up a child, but she doesn't want to pick up someone else's husband.

Little Luobo shook his head, "No, my father is really dead, but you still don't believe it, so you insisted on looking for my father. I, just coaxed you, really."

Du Jiuyan looked at Xiao Luobo, who looked at her innocently and nodded, "Mom, what I said is true."

She wouldn't recognize a man if he jumped out, at worst, the fish would die and the net would be broken!Du Jiuyan was about to speak, when suddenly there was a bang from the treasure hall separated by a wall, and a man shouted: "Squat down and stay still for me, otherwise, I will chop you up and feed it to the dogs!"

They had been in the backyard and didn't notice that there were still people in the treasure hall. The mother and son looked at each other, and Xiaoluo stood up abruptly, "It's murderous! It's not suitable to stay here for a long time!"

"Let's go." Du Jiuyan made a decisive decision, flung his legs and slipped away. Suddenly, someone walked around to the backyard and shouted at them, "Who is sneaking around, stop!"

"Mother, don't be afraid, I'm here." Little Luobo stopped, turned around on the spot, with a smile on his face, flattering but not annoying, arched his hands and bowed like a boy beckoning money, "Master, we are passing people .”

Du Jiuyan nodded accordingly.

　The real place names involved in this article are all for readers to have intuitive directions and positions when reading books.

　　There is no personal emotion of discrimination or contempt.

　　This is an era of fiction, just share a map, don't take it seriously.

　　
　
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