The child's eyes were suddenly filled with tears. He was still so young www.biquge.info but he didn't cry when he was almost hit by a car and fell to the ground, and he didn't cry when he was beaten by beggars who were much older than him until he almost lost consciousness. And Rong Ziyi's few words full of warmth were enough to draw him to tears.

There was no sobbing, no crying, still no sound coming out. It's just that his tears burst out of his eyes in big drops, just like the first rain after the thunderstorm in early summer, the big rains splashed in the dust, and they can also ripple in the dust.

Rong Ziyi looked at him silently. I saw that his pointed chin was slightly lowered, and he clicked and clicked.

Rong Ziyi looked at this quiet little beggar and couldn't tell what it was like in his heart. This kid is not much older than Zixiao, but he is as thin as a hemp pole. Just now, the nurse hurriedly wiped his face, and he could see that a small face with beautiful eyebrows was now blue and purple, and the broken chilblains were bleeding, and the red and swollen wounds were oozing blood, and there was also a malnourished waxy yellow. Although it was dealt with briefly, it looked even more funny and pitiful after smearing the brown and purple potions on the left and right on his face at this time.

Rong Ziyi sighed, found that the medicine in the bottle was almost dripping, and was about to go to the nurse. But as soon as he turned around, he was grabbed by a small hand. It was the child's hand, timid and anxious, that grabbed one of the corners of his clothes. Seeing that his clothes were dirty again, he quickly retracted it, quickly wiped it on himself, and stretched out his hand again, hurriedly grabbing the corner of his clothes.

Rong Ziyi smiled gently: "I'm not leaving, I'm going to find a doctor." ”

He listened, blinked, and hesitantly let go, but the hand remained in the air......

In the troubled times, there are thousands of people who have lost their lives and are in difficult situations. It is not difficult to understand that the pitiful situation of the little beggar aroused Rong Ziyi's youthful chivalrous mood, but what moved Rong Ziyi in the end, made him insist on keeping him by his side, taking care of and educating him like another brother, sometimes even Rong Ziyi himself is difficult to explain clearly. Such a child who can't figure out his origin and can't understand the origin of his hometown, Rong Bin and his wife were originally a little difficult to rest assured. Because he should have reached an age where he could preserve some of his memories, but he could not express anything about his past, no matter how he did. He didn't have any special marks on his body, no marks that could have a trace of connection with the past, and no matter how much Rong Bin tried to find someone to investigate for the purpose of prudence, he couldn't find any clues. This child is like a grain of sand in an ordinary sand pile in this city, and Rong Ziyi chose this grain of sand.

Rong Bin can't resist his son. Fortunately, after several months of observation and getting along, he also really liked this child. Because he had such an unbearable past, he is very discerning, extremely sensitive to the surrounding environment, and sometimes sensible to make people feel distressed. He is also very smart and learns things quickly. When he adapted to the life of the Rong family, just as his body gradually became healthy and strong, his demeanor and behavior were no longer cowering, and he even had the appearance of a rich young master.

Rong Bin officially fulfilled the adoption procedures, adopted him as a adopted son, and named him Zhong.

Rong Zizhong, who has grown up, it is difficult to see the shadow of the little beggar back then. Now he is a smart, confident, agile and handsome young man. He was still quiet, so quiet that one would ignore his presence. But when needed, he will radiate a powerful aura. Maybe it's because he has been following Rong Ziyi's side, and his gestures have a bit of his taste, but his eyebrows and eyes are more delicate, and his bones are more slender. It's hard to believe that he is the same person as the lowly, timid, bruised child he was back in. It was only in front of Rong Ziyi that when he occasionally made mistakes, he would reveal a little bit of pleading and chagrin when he was a child, which would remind him of what he looked like when he first saw him.

Zizhong was supposed to come with him today, but he refused. Rong Ziyi first went to the flower shop alone in the morning to buy a bouquet of roses. Looking at the ambiguous smile on the flower shop owner's packaging for him, I think he thought he was giving it to a woman. Rong Ziyi smiled secretly in his heart, now in the world except for him, I am afraid that no one will remember that red roses are his mother's favorite flower.

Rong Ziyi took out a handkerchief and wiped the tombstone. It had just rained a little last night, and there were no stains on the tombstone. And apparently someone had already cleaned it before him, and everywhere was clean.

He knew that his uncle Yang Renjie had come early in the morning. Today is the day of my mother's death. With the relationship between Yang Renjie and his sister, he will definitely come to pay tribute. The sacrifices in front of the monument should have been brought by the uncle. He knew he wanted to come alone, so he was very considerate and didn't ask him to go with him.

Rong Ziyi put the bouquet in front of his mother's monument with both hands and stood quietly for a while. If someone passes by at this time, they will see: a man in a black coat and gold-rimmed glasses, standing in front of a white tombstone like a straight sculpture, hanging his head slightly, as if he is full of worries and burdens, but he is just silent. Green grass, roses, and quiet gardens, he is the only one who is lonely and proud of the world, not with the world, and is destined to bear the loneliness that no one understands.

It's so peaceful, it's like a secluded place. Rong Ziyi stood for a long time, had nothing to do, and simply picked up a dry place and sat down. He looked at his watch and estimated that the time was about the same. The person he was waiting for should have arrived.

Sure enough, not long after, a thin figure in a long Western-style coat appeared in the distance. The man was wearing high-heeled leather shoes, holding an umbrella, and a translucent black veil hanging from his hat.

Rong Ziyi stood up, took a few steps back, and hid to the side, waiting for the arrival of the man.

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The visitor also held a bouquet of flowers in his hand, which was a bouquet of perfume lilies of great value. Among the light green leaves, the large white flowers exude a rich fragrance that can be smelled from afar. When she saw the red rose in front of the tombstone, she was stunned for a moment, then let out a sigh of relief, leaned over and placed the lily next to the rose. She squatted in front of the monument, stroked the velvety petals of the rose, and said quietly: "I'm afraid you won't care what others give." She laughed self-deprecatingly: "The important thing is Ayi." As long as he brought it, you will like it. Mrs. Rong, you are so smart and calculating, when you handed over Ayi to me, did you think that one day, he would turn against me? ”

At this, her throat choked. She shook her head, stood up suddenly, and squatted helplessly for a long time, her eyes were black, and her body couldn't help shaking. At this time, someone reached out to help her and said softly, "Madam, be careful!" ”