With Gege's laughter, the roses in the Rong Mansion turned red, and I thanked them again. A baby girl who was favored by the Rong Mansion came to Tianjin with her father and spent her early childhood in Tianjin. Since she was a child, she has had the appearance of a shy flower in the closed moon, which makes relatives and friends marvel that there is such a beautiful daughter in the world. Talking eyes, smart eyebrows, bone china-like skin, jet-black hair, the perfect combination seems to be all given to Xiao Wanrong, Xiao Wanrong is a little Gege that everyone loves.

When Xiao Wanrong could talk and sing, Ai Xinjueluo Hengxiang, the mother who loved her the most, left Wanrong due to illness. At Hengxiang's funeral, people saw that Xiao Wanrong, who was only three years old in a plain white coarse cloth dress, did not understand that the person who loved her the most left her forever, leaving her alone in this world. At Eniang's funeral, Xiao Wanrong didn't shed a single tear, and some just chased her companions to play.

"Xiao Gege, life is really bitter, so small, there is no Eniang." Grandmother Ai Xinjue Luo hugged Xiao Wanrong with a blank face and cried bitterly.

Heaven is so unfair, giving her peerless beauty and a smart mind, but it makes her lose the person who loves her the most. Maybe the favorite will never come back.

Amma is very strict with Xiao Wanrong, he believes that external beauty needs to be set off by inner beauty, and people's minds have souls. So he specially invited an English teacher and a piano teacher who were relatively rare at that time for Xiao Wanrong, and asked the teacher to teach Xiao Wanrong various etiquette and cultivation.

The flowers bloom and fall, the stars are moving, time is quietly slipping by, Xiao Wanrong has fallen into a pure, lovely girl, with an elegant temperament and glamorous appearance. Just one look at her will be deeply captivated and let out a deep sigh. Her eyes shone with a different kind of brilliance like black crystal, and I just felt that there was always such a heart-warming feeling in that eye. Her skin is better than snow, giving people a sense of purity, and her face is flushed with rosy and luxurious like rose petals, and she has a bearing that makes people want to approach but dare not approach. Her silhouette releases a kind of unattainable beauty under the light and shadow, and she is really a stunning young beautiful girl. At this moment, her slender little hand was gently picking up the rose petals that had fallen to the ground that were already red.

"She seems to have been reincarnated from roses in her previous life, and among the hundred flowers, the only one who prefers roses, you see that there is no other flower in the front and back yards, the only rose." Rong Yuan, who was standing in front of the window, looked at the rose petals that was picking up, and said happily to his graceful stepmother Aixin Jueluo Hengxin (the second daughter of the Minister of Military Aircraft Yulang Baylor).

"That's what beauty is, and I love it." Hengxin replied with a smile.

I saw Wanrong gently put the petals in the palm of her hand, caring for them like treasures, and then gently put them into her book one by one, as a heart-warming bookmark. In the wardrobe, on the desk, under the pillow, there are patches of bright red rose petals, and even the treasure box contains the most delicate roses. Wanrong also asked the waitress to keep the rose petals fresh with snow and frozen water.

"I think you look like a rose girl!" Brother Guo Buluo Runliang saw Wanrong putting rose petals on the table one by one, and quipped.

"I'm not a Rose Girl, I'm a Rose Queen." Wanrong said without raising her head.

"The Rose Queen?" Brother Runliang looked at Wanrong in surprise and said.

"Yes, the rose is the queen among the hundred flowers. Originally, it meant king, but the king sounded too cold, or the queen sounded more feminine. If you don't believe me, among all the flowers in various forms, the best-selling one in the florist is rose. I love roses, and I'm the queen of roses. How can the rose girl sound so vulgar, she has no taste at all. ”

"The Rose Queen? It's just that roses will rot eventually, so it's best not to call yourself the queen of roses. "Brother Runliang despises his sister's fascination with roses.

"Crow's mouth, I want it!" Wanrong said angrily.

"Wanrong Gege, we're here to hear you play the piano." At this time, the former minister of the Ministry of War entered the door of the Rong Mansion with three Gege.

"Wanrong Gege, can you paint roses on my silk handkerchief?" One of the youngest Gege pleaded.

Wanrong put this pink and white silk handkerchief on the desk, dipped it in bright red with a brush, and painted a slightly curled rose petal on the corner of the silk handkerchief. It seems that a real petal falls gently on the silk handkerchief, as if a gust of wind blows, and the petals can float away.

Xiao Gege was overjoyed when he saw it, "Gege, this silk handkerchief is full of rose petals." ”

"The most beautiful is what is rare. The only one is the most moving. Wanrong replied softly.

When several Gege were vying for her calligraphy and paintings. But when she wants to play and sing a tune to keep you focused, she comes and goes, and it makes you feel like you can't get back from your dreams. Before Gege could get his feet done, Wanrong Gege ran into the study with a smile and took out the fluttering butterflies and flying birds he had drawn.