[Urgent! At present, a young man climbed over the guardrail by the river with the intention of committing suicide, and kept shouting the name of his suspected lover "Lili", but until now the Lili in the young man's mouth has not appeared. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info】

"Lili!"

[Ahh He, he jumps...... Follow me, camera! 】

At the same time, the end country is in the spring of the 16th year of the national calendar.

"Lili!"

A high-pitched, loud cry pierced the night sky, and for a moment even drowned out the roaring thunder. The rain was pouring down, and the night was thundering and lightning, but even so, the cry reached a carriage that was galloping along the mountain road.

"Stop!!"

A middle-aged man in sloppy clothes leaned out of the car and hurriedly called for a halt to the carriage. The black leather coat was covered with stains one after another, and the round hat he was wearing was also drenched in an instant because he leaned out, although this smelly uncle was indeed very sloppy, but if you look closely, you will find that his clothes and the gemstone ring on his hand are not like ordinary people can use.

"Phew!" The master's order was absolute, ignoring the neighing of the two horses, the old coachman in the raincoat pulled the reins and stopped the carriage, and the sound of the torrential rain became much louder in an instant, and frantically knocked on every corner of the carriage.

"What's the matter, sir! Yes! It's raining so hard outside that if you need to pee urgently, you can go straight to the window......"

【Smack】

"Idiot! Is this what a gentleman should do!? You shut up and don't speak. After slapping the driver's head, the middle-aged man hurriedly wiped the stains from the rain and sweat on his ears and listened carefully. Even so, the voice that had startled him just now did not appear again.

"Did you hear anything just now? Like who suddenly called 'Lilia'!? ”

"This ......" the coachman rolled his eyes and immediately lowered his head, "Master, I really haven't heard this, maybe it's your delusion." ”

The rain was heavy, and it was still night, and the coachman had no reason to tell the truth here, whether for his own sake or for the sake of his master. If his master, Mr. Listar, catches a cold and fever due to the rain, he knows that he will not be able to eat and walk around.

Even so, the coachman did hear the cry like a magic sound, and it frightened the coachman like a demonic mockery, and almost drove the car off the cliff.

"No, you're not right, I swear in the name of the Listar family, I definitely heard something coming from the foot of the mountain."

Listar retracted the carriage as he spoke, and after a few moments, wrapped in a thick raincoat, he sat down next to the coachman, "Here, I can choose to pretend not to hear like you, and continue to hurry back to reunite with my relatives." But if that voice was calling for help, I, as a gentleman, could not abandon it. ”

"Sir...... I'm sorry! I deceived you just now, and I heard that cry too! ”

"Catch the car! Find a way to go around to the bottom of the mountain. The raindrops of beans slapped on Listar's face, and the coachman was inexplicably moved.

【Bang Bang Bang】

This is the sound of a horsewhip.

[Ahhh

This is the cry of the coachman.

The sound of rain, horses' hooves, and shouts were mixed together, and they did not dissipate for a long time in the rainy night. The thought of the owner of the cry might be a child waiting to be saved, the thought of his yellow-faced woman who often counted him useless, and the thought of his "friends" who always laughed at him all his life for driving the car, the coachman's heart swelled with a feverish force. It was the words of the old man who taught him that even as a mediocre coachman, he could be a "gentleman".

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

"Don't shout!"

"Old! Master! I'm finding a way down! ”

With years of experience and eagle-like vision, the driver finally found a path leading directly to the base of the mountain at a corner on the way down. If you take the main road, you can go around to the foot of the mountain, but at that time, I am afraid that the sky is bright, and these trails are also artificially "opened" by some villagers.

"But the carriage will definitely not get off, so we have to walk straight over."

"Tie up the horses! Let's go down the mountain! ”

"Yes!"

Now, the coachman will no longer say anything "dangerous" to his master. Harnessing their horses and throwing aside their obstructive raincoats, the two gentlemen began to grope their way to the foot of the hill at the risk of danger.

At the foot of the mountain is a dense wooded forest, with lush foliage that obscures most of the rain, but also makes visibility extremely low. Fortunately, it didn't take long to search before a faint cry from the edge of the bush caught the attention of the two.

"Old, sir! Got it! ”

Hurriedly lit a candle, and the coachman slowly groped his way to the place where the cry was crying while covering himself from the rain.

"This ...... It's ......"

"Baby ......"

By the light of the candle, Listar also saw the true face of the owner of the crying voice. It's a very cute baby, and although there is a little muddy water on the face, it will definitely be more beautiful when it is wiped off. But who would leave a baby in such an uninhabited place? Even if she really can't afford to raise it, the orphanage will gladly accept it, and put the baby here, obviously trying to kill her. The parents of the children are really very inhuman guys.

The strange thing is that the baby, who was still crying quietly, immediately calmed down after seeing Listar's face, and even yawned boredly.

"Speaking of which, the 'Lilia' just now may have been shouted by this kid." After being surprised, Listar cared more about the child, it was the first time he had seen such a very "smart" child, and ...... The voice heard on the cliff road was more like the cry of the child than a cry.

Lilia ...... Is it?

"I decided, to treat this child as mine...... Uh-huh......" Listar said, lifting the rag around the baby, "Hmm...... The son came to raise her, and her name was Lilia, Lilia Lista. ”

"Old ...... Master!? The coachman was so shocked that the candle in his hand fell to the ground, even if it was a conversation after dinner, the coachman was very aware of his lord and wife, as well as the status of the Listar family in the fantasy special zone of the destination country, although it was not as high as the princes and nobles, but it was also very important. Lord Listar has been in business for generations, and the wealth accumulated in the family can be counted for several days, and Mrs. Listar, Shirley Listar, is one of the "authors" with a very special status, and it is said that this group of people can use very mysterious powers.

It can be said that this baby can be adopted by the Listar family...... She is already at the peak of her life.

"I didn't do it on a whim, do you remember what this kid shouted just now?"

Looking at the complicated-eyed coachman, Listar said, "She called 'Lilia,' and I believe it must have been given her by fate." ”

"Wow Wow Wow Wow ......"

"Oh, okay, okay, don't cry, don't cry." "It's not my name for her, and it's impossible for such a young child to know me," said Listar, holding the baby tighter. Therefore, if she were just an ordinary baby, I would send her to an orphanage so that she could live an ordinary life. But this kid, Lilia Lista......"

"Wow Wow Wow Wow ......"

"I have the destiny to become the heir of the Listar family and inherit the name of my wife, 'LiLi'."

"Sir...... I understand! ”

The coachman nodded heavily after a moment of confusion, "From today onwards, she is the eldest lady of the Listar family and my new master!" ”

"Very good, then let's go back as soon as possible, we can't let her rain for too long!"

Listar wrapped the baby in his arms, and in just a few minutes, he was able to treat the abandoned baby like a father.

And this day is also the beginning of Lilia's wonderful adventure for an older lovelorn young man who was taken away without even having the right to decide her own name.