His hands couldn't feel the temperature, so he didn't know whether the bun was really hot. But it was steaming, so it must be fresh.
He looked at the aunt and tried his best to smile.
His smile was not pretty, and the aunt didn't care. She just sighed and said, "Oh, how pitiful you are. Eat it quickly! Why did it end up like this!"
After sighing, the aunt got up and left.
Hearing the aunt's emotion, a passing sedan suddenly opened the small curtain facing this side and looked over here.
It happened that the aunt got up and moved, and the lady in the sedan saw Zheng Qiugu.
Her face turned pale in an instant, and she shouted loudly: "Stop! Stop the sedan! Stop the sedan quickly!"
The bearer had been carrying the sedan for the Zheng family for several years, and he had never seen Mrs. Zheng so out of sorts. She was a little confused, but she still stopped.
The maid who was following in front also asked with concern: "Madam, what happened?"
Mrs. Zheng, however, didn't care about anything else. She didn't even care about her manners. She jumped off the sedan chair, pushed away the sedan bearer like crazy, rushed towards Zheng Qiugu, and then hugged him in the street, crying.
Shouted: "Qiu'er, my son, my son -"
Of course Zheng Qiugu knew who was holding him. His heart ached very much, but he couldn't shed a single tear.
Because he has no tears for a long time.
He opened his mouth, but no words came out, and he didn't even move.
What can he say? Tell his mother that he is her Qiu'er and that he is not dead? Can he? No.
Han Lihua was only away for a few days, but it didn't mean she wouldn't come back. He still had to go back to the underground secret room of the Han family, otherwise, the entire Zheng family would probably die at the hands of Han Lihua.
Since he died eight years ago, he can only continue to die now.
He cannot admit his identity, as that will only harm the Zheng family.
Perhaps, he shouldn't have climbed out so whimsically and crawled out of the Han family's dog hole.
"Qiu'er, mother's Qiu'er, mother knows that it's you, it must be you. Go home with mother, go home with mother, mother really misses you so much." Mrs. Zheng hugged Zheng Qiugu and cried bitterly.
It's her son, she will never admit it!
"Madam, madam, please wake up. The young master has been dead for eight years. This cannot belong to the young master. He is just a beggar. Stop tormenting yourself and go back with your slave." The eldest maid came over and advised sadly.
.
For eight years, everyone who has served Mrs. Zheng knows that she has never gotten over this problem. She prays to God and worships Buddha all day long, hoping that God can bless the young master to be reborn into a good family, whether on earth or in heaven.
, all be well and don't suffer anything.
"No, no, I won't admit my mistake. This is my Qiu'er!" Mrs. Zheng held Zheng Qiugu's face, which was so pale without a trace of blood and so cold that there was no trace of warmth, that she looked at it carefully and lustfully.
look.
It's her Qiu'er. When her Qiu'er grows up, it must look like this, it must be!
Zheng Qiugu looked at Mrs. Zheng, but his eyes were calm and empty.
After eight years, if he could no longer learn how to control his emotions, he would have died under the torture of Han Lihua. That's why he could be at peace with his biological mother at this time.