When Ling Ruohan saw her like this, how could he not know what she was thinking.

It is said that the daughter is the mother's close-fitting little padded jacket, and Zheng'er has lost it all these years, and they have never given up looking for her.

It's just that after so many years, there is still no news.

Everyone is speculating. Guess if Zheng'er is no longer there.

It's just that Luo Yunshuo and his wife still don't give up. They firmly believe that Zheng'er is still alive somewhere in the world, waiting for them to rescue her.

Seeing Jiang Yu'er like this, all Ling Ruohan could do was to reach out and hold Jiang Yu'er's hand that was still on the four tables, giving her silent support and encouragement.

"Thank you!" Jiang Yu'er looked up at the woman in front of her and thanked her sincerely.

They are a family, and they have lived together for no short time. Over the years, they have also been supporting themselves and Luo Yunshuo in looking for Zheng'er to go downstairs, which is really difficult for them.

"Family, so polite!" Ling Ruohan smiled.

"Hmm!" She nodded vigorously. In the moment he turned his head, Luo Haoran's figure was gone.

Yes, Jiang Yu'er coaxed Luo Haoran to sleep, Luo Yunshuo came in and hugged her into his arms: "Today, the little guy asked me about Zheng'er!" He said.

He felt that with his son's unspeakable temperament, he would tell her sooner or later. Instead of waiting for her to get the news from her son, it is better to confess it herself.

She stiffened, then nodded slightly: "Hmm! I know! She said, she knows.

This time it was Luo Yunshuo's turn to stiffen, she knew? Could it be that her son has already told her?

"I guess!" She said. Today she saw the ink on Luo Haoran's body, and later asked the next person, only to know that Luo Haoran went to his study. In her study, there are a lot of portraits of Zheng'er, and a large drawer full of Zheng'er's portraits is full. It's just that for a long time, she didn't ask him or tell him.

She understands his pain, and he also understands her pain, so the husband and wife, for the sake of each other, chose to hide from each other.

She turned around and hugged Luo Yunshuo's narrow waist: "Our Zheng'er will come back!" She said that she was raised by Zheng'er, and she knew her daughter.

The husband and wife hugged each other and comforted each other's hearts that remembered their daughters.

"What's your attitude? Do you believe that I poisoned you? In the dim light, a woman in a black robe who looked very slender pointed at the girl opposite and scolded.

The girl didn't even look at her, and said lightly: "You want to poison me, you did it a few years ago." I won't have to wait until now. Life and death seemed to her as if there was no threat.

"You ......" The woman was angry, but she seemed to be accustomed to the indifference of girls.

"Your set is useless in my place, let's change it!" The girl looks like she is only eleven or twelve years old, but her age has surpassed her age.

"You, you, you ......" she wants to scold you for being a sinner, but thinking about it, it seems that she has been scolding for many years, but for girls, it seems that she can't do anything anymore.

Yes, the word sinister, at the beginning, the girl would still look at her angrily and stare at her. At that time, she couldn't beat her. But in the past few years, her martial arts have become more and more exquisite.

Not to mention martial arts, her medical skills and poison skills are becoming more and more exquisite. For what she scolded her, she just glanced at her lightly, and then didn't do anything.

Gradually, she felt that even the pleasure that scolding her was about to disappear, only this child, she resisted and escaped from the beginning, and now, she directly does nothing, every day except for eating and sleeping, she is reading, practicing martial arts and studying all kinds of books in her library.

In this way, she let her see the shadow of him who used to be in the library and sat for a day. It also made her more and more obsessed with that figure.

That hatred for him, I don't know when, turned into a poison and was buried deep in her heart. If you don't pull it out, it will hurt, but if you pull it out, it will be worse than death.

If she wants to get rid of her love for him, she would rather live the rest of her life in this way.

"We're moving tomorrow!" She said.

The girl looked up at her, faintly, without saying anything.

For her, moving has become a daily routine for her over the years. If she stays in one place for more than three months, she thinks it's a miracle.

She also knew that her father and mother had found her.

Every time she moved, she would leave clues in the hope that they would know that she was still alive.

It's just that she has no way of knowing where she is going to move, and she can't leave them a word. She also knew that after they left, everything here would be cleaned up, and there would be no clues for her father and mother to find her. But every time, she will take the trouble to stay, just hoping to be reunited with her family soon.

In the past, she would stupidly ask women where they were moving to, and only to get a severe beating from them. Later, she learned to be obedient. I know that if I ask, there will be no answer, so I won't ask more.

Just move away! On the way, she saw if there was a chance to leave something for her, so that her father and mother could find clues.

It's just that after so many years, they still haven't found her.

Every time, they came to her. It's a pity that every time they are a step late.

Zheng'er didn't speak, and went back to the house to pack her things. As for the rest, she knew someone was cleaning up, and she did it, as long as she brought her own things.

Looking at the hairpin at the head of the bed, this is the mother's. When she moved from the Wu Mansion to the Zhennan Palace, she was afraid that her mother would forget, so she took it with her. Because of her memory, this hairpin is the hairpin that her mother wears the most.

It is made of wood, and the craftsmanship is still very rough, but my mother likes it. She couldn't understand it before, but after seeing the man, she understood. The mother did not bring a hairpin, but the man's love.

After putting the hairpin in her close-fitting clothing pocket, she didn't have to bring anything else.

Because she knew that someone would pack these things up for her. Even if you don't take them away, these things are not very important things.

She carries all her important things with her, because she doesn't know when she will suddenly ask to move away.

Looking at the room where she had only lived for more than a month, she hoped that her father and they could find any clues from here and take her back.

It's not that she hasn't tried to escape, it's just that every time she hasn't succeeded. Every time you bring it back, it's a new move. Seriously, she has moved numb, but for the little one, she also hopes to have a stable home.

A small peasant girl in the field