Lian Rong was crying so much that she almost fell, but Luo Lingyu hurriedly helped her.

......

(Lian Rong's memories)

"Daddy! Don't sell me, don't sell me! Xiao Rong'er cried and shook her head, desperately trying to break free from the hands of Lian Youjun.

Even the friendly army turned around, and it was already full of tears, "Rong'er... Daddy can't help it... Rong'er is well-behaved and obedient... In our family, my father can't give you anything good, although the child of the Zhang family is a little stupid, but he has a good temperament, you and him, you won't suffer..."

"You're a liar! I don't listen! Xiao Rong'er cried so that her snot and tears were intertwined, and she yelled loudly.

"You really sold me, I will never forgive you! I don't recognize you as a father! Xiao Rong'er kicked Lian Youjun's leg, pulled out the light cyan knot in his hair, and threw it on Lian Youjun's face.

"You don't deserve to be my father!"

.......

Unexpectedly, even the friendly army still treasures that knot, and even holds that knot until death.

"Daddy... I was wrong......" Lian Rong cried a little out of strength and muttered in a low voice.

Luo Lingyu helped Lian Rong, was silent for a while, and sighed, "The matter has come to this, Miss Rong doesn't have to be overly sad." His father doesn't want you to be sad for him. ”

"Sister," Dongzi picked up a small box out of nowhere and handed it to Lian Rong, "This is what my father has hoarded for you all these years, saying that it is a dowry for you." ”

Lian Rong was stunned, and opened the box tremblingly, which was full of banknotes, mixed with the fishy smell of the sea.

The banknotes are all small in denomination, but they fill the entire box. Lian Youjun was a fisherman before joining the army, and the fishermen didn't have much money selling a few fish.

Lian Rong closed his eyes, and two lines of tears slid down.

When I saw that knot, it didn't seem to matter so much whether I hated or hated it.

......

On the day of the cremation, even Banyan went.

Before the cremation, Lian Rong called the cremation funeral team.

"Wait, let me take another look." Lian Rong said in a low voice.

The funeral team, you look at me, I look at you, and she goes.

Lian Rong looked at Lian Youjun's face, remembered the past when he was a child, and a bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Dad, you can sleep well." ”

Lian Rong touched every wrinkle on Lian Youjun's face, tears overflowed his eyes, and when he was about to fall, he suddenly turned around and raised his head, "You guys take it away." ”

"Lian Youjun was carried away for cremation, and the ashes were handed over to Mrs. Lian.

Lian Rong and Mrs. Lian released their suspicions, which can be regarded as a happy ending. Xu Meichuan stretched his waist and said.

Hearing this, Luo Lingyu shook her head slightly, "No, it will never be consummated." ”

Huo Liye glanced at Luo Lingyu, "The past is the past, hatred is on your back, you will always blind your eyes, and you will miss more." ”

Luo Lingyu looked at Huo Liye, and always felt that he seemed to mean something.

Forget it, maybe I'm suspicious. How could Huo Liye know his identity, maybe it was because Lian Rong had some feelings.

"Feiqing, who is the master that Miss Rong said she wanted to see?" Xu Meichuan patted Luo Lingyu's shoulder and said suspiciously.

Luo Lingyu recounted how she got acquainted with Lu Youqi and Lian Rong, but omitted the part where Lu Youqi knew that she was the youngest daughter of the Luo family.

"Oh! ~" Xu Meichuan suddenly realized, "There is such a coincidence in the world." ”

The three of them rode horses and chattered all the way, and finally returned to Yaoyudu.

was talking and laughing, and suddenly the three of them were riding a red silk sedan chair with a mahogany dragon top in front of them.