Wang Guihua thought that Hua Rong was so serious about looking for the little girl, and she was more angry than moved, "Ah Rong, Qinglian has been looking for half a month and found it, why are you young lady, it's been two years and seven months, and you haven't found it yet." ”

"Qinghe is ......" Hua Rong asked cautiously, "You saved your aunt?" ”

"It's my second child." Wang Guihua pointed towards Luo Dagen.

"I found the Qinghe at the foot of Changming Mountain, and I saw that the traces were tumbling down from the halfway up the mountain, and I was covered with wounds, and my head was the most serious, so I took it home." Luo Dagen said in a low voice.

"We asked a doctor to treat Qinghe's injuries, she didn't remember anything when she woke up, and she didn't know her name or age, so we took one, and she was seven or eight years old, and she was eight years old. Wang Guihua explained.

Hua Rong didn't expect Luo Qinghe to be adopted by the old Luo family, and she was excited, "Auntie, thank you so much." ”

"Miss, how are you now, are your injuries healed?" Hua Rong asked with concern.

"Brother Rong, wait until you are sure before you call, you still call me Qinghe now." Luo Qinghe said, "The injury has long been healed, grandpa, grandma, father, mother, uncle, they all take care of me, they are my eternal relatives." ”

Hua Rong didn't refute, and it could be seen that people raised Luo Qinghe as their own child.

"Let's eat first, Ah Rong, when your big brother Zhan comes, let's talk again." Wang Guihua said.

"Okay, what about the portrait?" Hua Rong asked weakly.

"I'll draw it to you tomorrow." Luo Yougen said.

"Thank you." Hua Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

In the next few days, Luo Qinghe stayed in Luo's house, Huarong and Weng Xiuying came every day, and Luo Qinghe continued to make cheongsam.

Thinking of Li Sipei's expenses, Luo Qinghe can imagine that if he is really Miss Huarong, the family will definitely not worry about spending money, but the old Luo family is not.

Luo Qinghe worked even harder, she wanted to save money for the old Luo family.

Luo Jiashu was depressed for a while after knowing what happened, but he didn't show it in front of Luo Qinghe, and he still talked about it.

On the first day of the ninth month, before dawn, a fast horse entered Luoxia Town from the official road and stopped at the gate of Jinxiu Cloth Village.

"Knock knock—" Before dawn, people were still asleep, and the people of the splendid cloth village were awakened by this knock on the door.

Ah Zhe was sleepy-eyed, yawned and opened the door, and after seeing the tall man at the door, with a thick beard, sharp eyes and bloodshot eyes, he was frightened by half of the yawn, his mouth was also wide open, and there was no movement for a while, and the two looked at each other inside and outside the door.

Hua Zhan frowned, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What about Hua Rong?" ”

Ah Zhe realized it later, "Rong Ye? Oh, Rong Ye, Rong Ye—"

Ah Zhe reacted and quickly ran to the bottom of the stairs and shouted at Hua Rong.

"It's not dawn yet, it's a soul."

"Don't disturb others if you don't sleep."

……

The people living next door complained.

"Flowers." The flower show screamed, feeling that the voice was not as loud as Ah Zhe, but it felt like it was shouting in his ear, and Ah Zhe turned his head to look at the flower show in shock.

After a while, a sound of rapid footsteps came, and Ah Zhe turned his head again, and the disheveled flower was already standing in front of him.

"Brother Zhan, you're here." Hua Rong shouted respectfully.

Hanama nodded.

Ah Zhe secretly swallowed his saliva, when he saw him before, he wore a sword, but then he never wore it, he thought that he was more or less pretending, but when he saw it today, he underestimated others; I think this Zhan Ye is even more unfathomable.

"Zhanye, Rongye, I'll prepare breakfast for you." Ah Zhe said.

"No, go to Fuqing buns." Flower Show said.

"Oh, good." Ah Zhe replied.

"Brother Zhan, the Fuqing buns shouldn't have opened yet, why don't you go and freshen up first?" Hua Rong suggested that this was much more ragged than when she was at the beginning, and of course Brother Zhan's majesty was not affected in the slightest.

Hanama nodded.

Hua Rong enthusiastically prepared an application in person.

Two quarters of an hour later, Hua Zhan was dressed in a black dark pattern brocade dress, his hair stood up high, simply fixed with a black hairband, the beard on his face was cleanly shaved, his facial features were exposed, his complexion was copper, calm and introverted, and he looked at his twenties.

"Brother Zhan, you're finally willing to shave your beard." Hua Rong smiled and quipped, but after Hua Zhan's cool glance, she put away her smile awkwardly, "Brother Zhan, I'll take you there." ”

"No, you don't." The flower show took the lead and headed towards Fuqing steamed buns with a clear goal.

"Brother Zhan, have you already investigated?" Hua Rong asked in a low voice.

"Hmm." Flower Zhan returned a word. After receiving Huarong's first letter, he hurried to Luoxia Town, day and night, and spent two days investigating the old Luo family thoroughly, and he was very excited, because the age and time were very consistent, and he listened to their description of Luo Qinghe, and he was the appearance of his own young lady.

"Isn't that miss? Does it look alike? Hua Rong asked.

"We'll see you later." Flower Show said.

"Luo Yougen's painting is quite similar." Hua Rong muttered.

Hua Zhan turned his head to look at Hua Rong, frowned and asked, "Portrait?" ”

"That's right, on the twenty-sixth, someone sent it to Luotang County." Hua Rong said, looking at Hua Zhan's expression, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Zhan didn't receive it?" ”

"I came right away when I received your letter." Hua Zhan said, then stretched his brows, "Anyway, you can see it right away." ”

When the two arrived at Fuqing Buns, Luo Laotian and Luo Changgen were opening the doors and windows, making preparations.

The flower show and the flower rong walked in one after another, and after Luo Laotian and the others saw it, the stools in their hands fell to the ground.

"Uncle Luo, I'll help you." Hua Rong quickly helped remove the chairs on the table.

Luo Yougen hadn't gone to the private school yet, and after seeing the flower show, he looked carefully, and saw that he was a skilled kung fu, but his momentum was not comparable to that of ordinary martial artists.

"This must be Zhan Ye." Luo Yougen saluted the flower show, "Xiaosheng Luo Yougen." ”

The flower show hurriedly returned the salute respectfully, "At the next flower show, Brother Luo just called me by my name." ”

"You're the one who can call the shots." Luo Jiashu looked directly at the flower show and asked.

"Yes." The flower show looked at Luo Jiashu and the others without hiding their expectations, "Can I meet Miss Qinghe?" ”

"Let's come to Luo's house." Wang Guihua said, "Boss, you and your daughter-in-law look at the shop first, good land, you also stay to help; The second and second daughters-in-law come with you, and you can also come with Yougen and Ah Shu. ”

"Yes, mother."

The flower show followed into Luo's house from the backyard of Fuqing buns, and Luo Qinghe was having breakfast in the courtyard with Luo Jiahe.

The flower show bypassed the ear room, and saw Luo Qinghe who was drinking porridge with his head bowed on the opposite side, his white and tender face was not as round as before, but it made his facial features more conspicuous, and the big and round apricot eyes were the same as back then. The flower show trembled, excited, excited, joyful...... All kinds of emotions were mixed, and the bloodshot eyes were even redder.

Hua Zhan couldn't help but step forward quickly and met Luo Qinghe's eyes who were looking up.

Hua Zhan landed on one knee, clasped his hands into fists, and said respectfully, "Fifth Miss, my subordinate Hua Zhan is late, and I ask Miss for forgiveness." ”