"Master Presiding, I wonder when I will be able to meet my young lady?" A man who claimed to be the butler of the Sanskrit family looked at the presiding abbot.

The presiding abbot clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, donor wait a little longer, the old man has already asked people to find it." ”

Wuchen took Fanyin's hand and the two of them ran over panting, and Fanyin hesitantly walked to the presiding abbot.

"Miss!" When the butler saw the Sanskrit sound, his eyes lit up at once.

Fanyin hurriedly stepped back and hid behind the presiding abbot.

The presiding abbot stretched out his hand to stop the butler, and then looked at the butler and said slowly: "This little benefactor was picked up by my apprentice at the foot of the mountain, and when he picked it up, he was covered with injuries. He was in a coma for several days. ”

Hearing this, the housekeeper looked at Fanyin's eyes with distress, and it didn't look like a fake.

The presiding abbot already had a number in his heart, and then said: "After waking up, the little benefactor lost his memory and forgot what his name was, and lived in various places. The old man called her Sanskrit. If the donor wants to take away the Sanskrit sound, he needs to give some proof, otherwise, the old man will not be at ease. ”

The butler lowered his hand that was stunned in mid-air, and lowered his head, not knowing what kind of evidence to show.

"Presiding Master." A woman dressed in plain clothes walked over gracefully.

His eyes were like water, but they seemed to be a little cold, and he could see everything. The ten fingers are slender, the skin is like congealed fat, and the smile on the corner of the mouth gives people a sense of intimacy.

"Girl, come here." The woman lightly opened her red lips and stretched out her hand to Sanskrit.

Sanskrit looked at the woman, slowly came out from behind the presiding abbot, and then walked up to the woman and stretched out her hand.

Wuchen frowned, wanting to reach out and grab Sanskrit but didn't move.

"Little boy, long time no see." The woman looked at Wuchen and said softly.

Wuchen pursed his lips and did not reply to the woman.

"Master, it's getting late, and I need to stay here for one night tonight. Don't know if it's feasible or not? The woman spoke in a gentle tone.

The presiding abbot nodded, and then said, "It's okay, Lao Qu will let people go down and prepare." ”

"Hmm. Butler, you go with the little master. ”

"Yes."

Wuchen looked at the woman and suddenly asked, "Who are you?" ”

The woman was stunned, turned her head to look at Wuchen and said with a smile: "I, naturally, am her mother." ”

"Then why did she fall at the foot of the mountain, covered in injuries?" Dustless's voice was a little cold.

The light in the woman's eyes flashed, and then she squatted down and looked at Fanyin without answering Wuchen's words directly: "Girl, go home with your mother obediently." ”

As he spoke, he was about to take Fanyin's hand and leave, but Fanyin stopped in place and refused to move.

"You said you were my mother, I believe it. But can you tell me why you left me alone? Fanyin clenched her little hands and looked up at the woman. There seemed to be tears flashing in his eyes.

The woman bit her lip, stretched out her hand and rubbed Fanyin's hair, and then coaxed softly: "Han'er, my mother will tell you these things later, but you have to go back with my mother." ”

Sanskrit didn't get the answer she wanted, and lowered her head to hide the disappointment in her eyes.

"Han'er, you have to go back with your mother obediently, do you hear that?" The woman asked softly again.

Fanyin twisted his hands and nodded invisibly in response: "Hmm." ”