The sound is a little cold and a little low.

Don't treat it inappropriately?

Good guy!

When did Yu Tingzhi become such a gentleman?

After a moment, Yu Tingzhi let go of his hand, and his slender and fair fingers held his sunglasses, "Let's go."

Wang Dengfeng looked around and asked in confusion: "Where is that fairy?"

"What fairy?" Yu Tingzhi asked back.

Wang Dengfeng continued: "Just the fairy wearing a red dress just now! Third brother, don't say you didn't see it!"

"You're dazzled." Yu Tingzhi was wearing sunglasses, and there was no expression on his face. "There are no fairies in the wilderness."

Dazzled?

Wang Dengfeng rubbed his eyes, "Impossible! I clearly saw it, Brother Third, are you lying to me..."

Yu Tingzhi ignored him anymore, stepped on his long legs and left Wang Dengfeng behind.

"San brother, wait for me, why are you doing so fast?" Wang Dengfeng chased after him, "Where did that fairy just now?"

Yu Tingzhi automatically ignored the last question, "I have bad legs, so I have to hurry up."

Have bad legs, so hurry up?

What kind of logic is this?

Wang Dengfeng then asked where the fairy had gone, but Yu Tingzhi's side did not happen, which made Wang Dengfeng begin to wonder if he had really had hallucinations!

......

Song Huan folded a bouquet of bright wild flowers in the mountains and came to the tomb of Mr. Wei Cuihua.

The old man in the black and white photo on the tombstone looks ahead and smiles kindly.

"Old man, don't worry, since I have become your granddaughter, I will definitely fulfill my unfulfilled wish for her." After the words came, Song Hua bowed to the tombstone, "I hope that this time I will not disappoint you or Song Hua."

When Song Huan came back from the mountain, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun sets.

The golden sunshine filled the small mountain village with curling smoke, like an oil painting.

Song Hua walked along the village. Every time she passed by, the original owner's past memories would appear in front of her.

The original owner's childhood was miserable and happy.

The miserable part comes from the Song family, and the happiness part comes from the old man Wei Cuihua and Xiushui Village.

"Have you eaten at Wushu? If you haven't eaten, go to my house to eat."

"I heard that you are sick, are you getting better now?"

“…”

The villagers of Xiushui Village are very enthusiastic. They know that Wei Cuihua had just passed away and take special care of Song Hua.

This child has been in a miserable life since he was a child. He is obviously a lucky star, but the Song family regards him as a broom star...

Fortunately, there is still Wei Cuihua.

Wei Cuihua was the only light in the darkness of Song Huan.

"Dao Wu, wait a moment." At this moment, a slightly fat middle-aged woman caught up with Song Wu with a cooked corn cob.

Song Hua turned around and looked at the person who came, with a curved corner of his mouth: "Little Aunt."

The little aunt stuffed the corn cob into Song Huan's hand, "This is the corn that I just picked today, it's sweet! Try it."

"Thank you, aunt." Song Hua took the corn with both hands.

"What else do you say to my aunt?" My aunt looked at Song Hua and continued, "My mother, remember to be obedient when you arrive at the new home. Your parents are cold and warm. In fact, they are still thinking about you very much, otherwise they would not come to pick you up. You...ah..."

At the end of the day, my aunt didn't know how to justify herself.

If the Song family really regarded Song Huan as their biological daughter, they would not have left Song Huan in the countryside for so many years.

Song Hua looked up at the little aunt, and the dimples on the corner of her mouth were shallow, "Okay."

The little aunt looked at Song Huan with a smile and was suddenly stunned.

The girl in front of her had a picture of her eyebrows and eyes, and her peach blossom eyes were clear, which made people unconsciously linger in it. The little aunt always knew that Song Hua was a beauty, but she didn't know that Song Hua could see this level.

After bidding farewell to my aunt, Song Hua turned around and went back. She now lives with her third grandma. Although the courtyard was dilapidated, it was clean.

......

The next morning.

As soon as Song Hun finished breakfast, he heard a knock on the door outside the door.

Grandma San heard the voice and smiled and said, "It must be your mother here."

After saying that, he immediately trotted to open the door.

The door opened, and a well-dressed middle-aged woman stood outside.

The person coming was not Zhou Lei.

This is the female housekeeper of the Song family.

Song Hua looked at the visitor, leaning half on the door frame, with a lazy posture, her pair of peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, without showing any expression.

"Old lady, my wife asked me to pick up the lady back."

The butler called the old lady in his mouth, but there was no sign of respect on his face. Looking at the third grandma's eyes, it seemed like a pitiful ant.

After all, this is the old lady of any other place?

Looking at the butler standing outside the door, Grandma San was stunned at first, then said, "Come in, come in quickly! Butler Wang, you have been driving all night. You must be hungry now. There is nothing good at home. I'm going to cook a bowl of noodles. Don't dislike it!"

"No need." Butler Wang glanced at Grandma San, with an uncoverable disgust in his eyes.

How could she eat here?

Feeding dogs is almost the same!

After a moment, Butler Wang looked up at Song Huan leaning against the door, "Miss, it's getting late, let's go."

Song Huan's things have been packed, it is a very simple backpack and a chubby little cat.

The kitten was picked up by the original owner a month ago. When he first picked it up, the kitten was dying and lost half his life.

Maybe it's because I feel that the same fate is connected.

The original owner took out all the savings over the years and took the little cat to the pet hospital.

Although Song Huan doesn't like small animals very much, since she is the cat that the original owner has saved all his savings, she must keep it well.

Looking at the cat in Song Huan's arms, the disgust in the butler's eyes became more and more obvious. "Miss, Madam hates this kind of wild cat with unknown origins the most!"

Two meanings in one sentence.

I hate cats and people, especially those of unknown origin.

Song Huan just held the cat in his arms, his tone was light, "I'll be wherever it is."

Butler Wang frowned. It was already a great gift for the Song family to take Song Hua back. Not only did she not know how to be grateful, she also had to bring a local cat with her!

It's really a matter of gaining momentum!

"If the lady insists on taking her, then I need to ask for instructions from my wife." Butler Wang took out his cell phone and walked outside the door.

"Go." Song Hua nodded slightly. She had been in a high position for a long time and had an irresistible momentum on her body.

The housekeeper frowned slightly. She thought that she wanted to call back and Song Huan would throw away the cat with cognitive knowledge.

Who knew that Song Huan not only did not throw away the cat, but instead acted as a superior person!

Do you really think of yourself as Miss Song?

Who gave her the face?

Butler Wang came outside with a stern face and called Zhou Lei.

Soon, she came to the house again, her face turned darker. She looked at Song Huan and warned: "Miss, look forward to your cat. The Song family is no better than your countryside."

Song Huan did not speak, lowered his eyes and looked at the cat in his arms. His slender eyelashes cast a layer of shadow under his eyelids.

White skin as jade.

Butler Wang was stunned.

The bright and arrogant girl in front of me is really that timid country girl who is as timid as a mouse?

soon.

The disdain curve appeared on the corner of Butler Wang's mouth again.

Just a small country village girl, even if she becomes different, she can only be a country village girl!
To be continued...