Chapter Eighty-Nine: The Story of Grace

Ye Si's ruthless attack cut off all Han Feng's previous affairs in the Jiangxing Gang, but at this moment, Han Feng seemed to hear a "clang" sound behind him. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

The sound was like the sound of a prison door being locked.

He once said that this world is a big cage, and when one cage comes out, another cage enters.

recalled that when he first arrived in Huadu in Windy City, Ruan Fatzi took the official salt merchant to cover him in a cage, and when he entered the Jiangxing Gang, he entered another cage. Now, even if the cage in front of him is destroyed, it will have no effect on him, but it will bring him closer to the cage he wants to go to.

And it was only then that he noticed Wanrou.

Wanrou looked at him tenderly in the porch under the eaves, her eyes teary, as if she was trying to endure something.

As Bai Tong said, Wanrou was most likely left by Ruan Fatzi's side, and now she should also know that Ruan Fatzi is not there.

Otherwise, now that I have moved to a new house and is soaring, how can I feel like I have been greatly wronged, but I will cry.

Ye Si is so smart, he naturally knows Wanrou's identity and origin, and sending someone to bring her to her new home will naturally make sure she passes through some places that must be passed.

Han Feng's heart was cold. Although he can't say that he loves Wanrou, he always has a little pity and a little like, but for him who hates being betrayed the most, Wanrou's expression at this moment proves that his worst conjecture before is true.

Han Feng looked at Wanrou's speechless appearance, his eyes turned into needles, and he pressed straight towards her.

However, just as he was about to walk towards her, an honest middle-aged man came first: "Childe, dinner has been prepared." ”

When he entered the mansion, Han Feng couldn't remember everyone's names, but he only remembered the name of this middle-aged man, Arnold, because this person was a housekeeper.

And when he heard the news that the meal was ready, his eyes softened all of a sudden.

Anyway, since his father's death, Wanrou was the first woman to give him that warm feeling of home. What's more, she is weak, and Ruan Fatzi can naturally force her to do a lot of things that she may not be willing to.

He was busy these days, and rarely spoke to her except when he was really bored in the carriage. But she never blamed anything, didn't complain about anything, and looked at him with warm admiration and even a little admiration from beginning to end.

Since the death of his parents, no one in this world has been so kind to him.

Even if she really planned to help Ruan Fatzi, now that everyone is dead, she still cares about what to do.

Han Feng came to Wanrou with a smile and stretched out his hand to her: "Let's go, let's eat together." ”

But Wan's gentle expression did not burst into tears and smile as he thought, relieved, but tears fell much more fiercely.

Wanrou cried so much that Han Feng didn't understand: the time she had just stared at her was very short, and she wouldn't even notice it, why was she so sad?

But Wanrou's sobbing and intermittent words finally made him understand what was going on.

“...... I have a younger brother...... Neither leg is good...... Locked in the cellar by the Nguyen family...... When the fire came, he couldn't escape...... Messire...... Sorry ......"

Han Feng's face changed suddenly: I see. At this moment, he didn't blame Wanrou for being really a stone buried by Ruan Fatzi beside him. He only took half a step forward, his steps were so light as if he was afraid to scare her, and then he took her into his arms: "Don't cry, don't cry......"

"I ...... Just such a loved one. ”

"You'll still have me after you. ”

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"When I was a child, my family was in Huadu, Windy City, my father was a meat seller, and my mother was a domestic servant in a large family. ”

After dinner, Han Feng sent his servants to rest, and talked with Wanrou in the main room in the courtyard.

On weekdays, he never thought about asking her about it, except that he was not interested at all, and he was afraid of asking her a lot of sad past, but now, what old pain is more painful than the new one?

Wanrou obviously didn't expect Han Feng to ask her these words. She was used to the days when he was silent and she was silent, and she was used to quietly watching him only in the dark, thinking that he was so good-looking, too good-looking, and had reached the point where the most beautiful Oiran on Qingjiang River was ashamed of herself.

It's just that every time she thinks about it, she feels that this comparison is a little inappropriate, so she wants to snicker, so Han Feng always wonders why she always smiles, and there is always a bit of strangeness in that smile.

Therefore, when Han Feng wanted to hear what she said about the past for the first time tonight, she was a little surprised, a little unaccustomed, and she had to think about it for a while when she said a word, so she spoke a little slowly.

In fact, she had thought about a large part of these words a long time ago. When Ruan Fatzi was sure that Han Feng wanted her, he told her in private. However, in order not to mention her brother, the story has changed slightly.

It's not that she can't lie, a girl from a Qinglou can lie no matter how innocent she is, it's just that she was afraid that Han Feng would ask these questions before, because she really didn't want to lie to him.

Fortunately, he didn't ask at the time.

Luckily, at the moment she didn't have to follow what she had memorized.

Han Feng heard her talk about her parents, chuckled twice, and said, "You are the butcher's daughter, what can you kill to give birth to such a gentle daughter as you." ”

There was a little bit of banter between the words, and Wanrou lowered her head slightly, and her ears were red. She didn't answer Han Feng's words, and continued: "Later, there was a plague, and as a result, my father was sick, and my mother was also sick. After that, I had no home, only my brother. ”

"That year, I was seven years old and he was five. ”

"The family's shop was taken away by my uncle, and the money was taken by my uncle. My brother and I ...... Hehe, I was photographed by Hanako. ”

That sudden smile made Han Feng a little surprised, but when he heard the words "was slapped by the flower child", he couldn't help but sigh lightly: "Are your uncle and uncle still in the Windy City Huadu now?"

Wanrou looked at him with a little confusion: "I don't know." I don't think I have such relatives. ”

Han Feng said, "Then do you remember where your shop is?"

Wanrou thought carefully for a while, but nodded uncertainly: "I should remember." ”

Han Feng said: "After I come home from the horse farm tomorrow night, you can take me to have a look." Okay?"

Wanrou realized it later, and at this point, she also realized that something was wrong with Han Feng's words. She shook her head in some horror: "Don't ......"

Han Feng didn't like her appearance, so Lisuo simply dispelled her idea of refusing with one sentence: "I decided, that's it." Let's move on. ”

Wanrou took a breath of cold air, but didn't dissuade me after all: "When I woke up, I was sent to the Fuyue Pavilion, and my brother was not by my side. Later, I heard that it was bought by the owner of the Fuyue Pavilion, and it seemed to be a small servant in the family. ”

"A lot of the sisters in the museum are. ”

"When I was 12 years old, I heard that my brother had run away from his boss's house and had broken both legs when he was caught. ”

Wanrou's already swollen eyes began to redden, Han Feng sat closer to her, half-hugged her half-in her arms, Wanrou leaned on her warm and broad shoulders, and finally settled down.

"On the ship that day, all the Qingqi people who went had family members working as errands in the boss's house. We knew they were going to the Huangmen Ferry to find a warrior, but we met you halfway. ”

There is no need to talk about the rest anymore.

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