13. Chapter 13: An unlucky one
Looking at her daughter's trembling long eyelashes, Mrs. Rong said with pity: "This has just reduced some swelling, so I am naughty, I need to apply it for a while, I have already gone to pick up Dr. Bai and come back, and prescribe some medicine to suppress your shock." Our Rong family has always been very generous to Yuntian Dao, although Yuntian Daoist has a strange temper, he is not unreasonable, your father personally came forward, he will not give your father face. ”
Rong Qingyi pouted, that Yuntian Dao Chief, his temper is really not ordinary weird, but, in her memory, she had that incident, it was really thanks to the secret help of this strange Dao Master, she still remembered him to her, "You, you are an unlucky person, you said you, how did you change your good life to this appearance!" Forget it, you're really not saved. ”
She didn't understand it at all, but when she was seven years old again, she became curious, what is a good life, how did it change to this appearance?!
"Don't be afraid, if he refuses to come, his daughter will go to the Yuntian Dao Temple to find him." Rong Qingyi blinked, there was a faint smile on his face, it was indeed a sunny day outside, the sun was shining, reflecting the snow everywhere, it was a little dazzling, even if it was through the window, it also made Rong Qingyi subconsciously squint his eyes slightly.
Mrs. Rong smiled tolerantly, her daughter is so good-looking when she smiles, of course, her own daughter naturally looks better the more she looks at it, not to mention, her daughter is indeed a rare beautiful woman. Rong Qingyi's beauty is not all in the facial features, but the cleanliness hidden between the facial features, as clear and transparent as the spring water in the mountains.
He Huan walked in from outside with a food box, and saw Rong Qingyi talking softly to Mrs. Rong, and when he arrived at the door, he first lowered his footsteps slightly, and then said respectfully and obediently: "Madam, the white rice porridge and Miss's favorite side dishes have been prepared, can Miss eat now?" ”
"Put it on the table." Mrs. Rong said gently, and did not take her eyes off her daughter.
Rong Qingyi looked up at Hehuan, who was doing things lightly, she was concentrating on taking out the food in the food box and placing it on the table, the white rice porridge was steaming, and a few side dishes looked very refreshing, which she loved to eat when she was a child.
It seemed to feel Rong Qingyi's eyes looking at him, Hehuan subconsciously turned his head to take a look, and just bumped into Rong Qingyi's eyes looking at her, his eyes were as pure as water, but he didn't hide the exploration and curiosity inside, this kind of gaze appeared in the eyes of a seven-year-old girl, which was a little strange.
There was a pause in the movements of Hehuan's hands.
"Mother, Sister Hehuan looks a little like you." Rong Qingyi seemed to have found something particularly interesting, and said happily, "Even the movements are somewhat similar." ”
Mrs. Rong also looked back at Hehuan, and then helped Rong Qingyi get off the bed, "You are really careful, get up and eat something, I just said that I was hungry." Hehuan was met on the way when her mother went out, and she brought it back because she saw the similarity with her mother's facial features when she was young, and her father was going to sell her to support her younger brothers and sisters. ”
I bought it back for five taels of silver, and Rong Qingyi thought that human life is sometimes really worthless.
The problem is that her life is valuable, and she spent two-thirds of the Rong family's property, and in the end it was not as good as this Hehuan, at least this Hehuan married his father and lived a comfortable life, and his father was afraid that his mother would feel uncomfortable, so he put a small courtyard for Hehuan, and therefore, in that disaster, Hehuan survived, but I don't know if the child in her womb was born, whether it was a male or a female.
After that catastrophe, although Hehuan did not die in the fire, there was no trace.