Chapter 110: Its Hardest to Accept the Favor of a Beauty
Murong Fu couldn't remember when the little girl Abi came to Murong's house. Maybe she was eight or nine years old, maybe in her teens. But it didn't matter whether she was eight or nine years old or in her teens. Although she was little
The girl's face is as white as newly peeled water chestnuts and is very cute, but Murong Fu has been reviving Dayan since he was a child, so why would he pay attention to the movies of a little girl?
Murong Fu only remembered that the little girl was wearing a green dress that day when she came to Murong's house. Her fair face was like a white hibiscus supported by a piece of green lotus, and a black mole like sesame was dotted on a fresh lily.
The little girl's nose was even more playful. When she came to a strange place for the first time, the little girl was a little scared. She took the big hand of a middle-aged man and hid behind him. Listening to the conversation between her mother and the man, that man was the little girl's
The father, because he had offended a powerful enemy, could not bear the innocent suffering of his little daughter, so he sent his daughter to Murong's house to avoid trouble. When the little girl heard that her father was going to leave her alone, tears welled up in her eyes.
Don't dare to cry out loud.
At that time, the young Murong Fu saw that this little girl was really fun, so he couldn't help but go up and tease her. He didn't want to make the little girl cry. Murong Fu suddenly acted like a deflated rubber ball, pretending to be calm.
He said: "The little girl is troublesome, just like my cousin!"
Later, the little girl stopped crying and secretly looked at herself curiously through the gaps between her fingers. Until the moment the middle-aged man left, the little girl held on to the man's clothes and refused to let go with tears in her eyes.
Until the middle-aged man comforted him softly: "Be good, daddy will come to pick you up after the New Year."
But year after year, I don’t know which year it is, the little girl just lived in Yanziwu. From then on, Murong Fu had a little girl beside him who studied ink and served tea - although Murong Fu didn’t always
She doesn't like to drink tea either. But the little girl always carefully prepares the tea and puts it in front of Murong Fu. With a sweet smile on her face, she says softly: "Master, drink tea."
Later, Murong Fu gradually fell in love with drinking tea, but he never wrote the Chinese characters well. To be precise, the Chinese characters of the Central Plains people never wrote well. He could draw a perfect sword flower with a three-foot green edge, but he could use a three-inch wolf hair.
There was no way. But no matter whether Murong Fu was practicing martial arts or writing, Abi always followed her, with her sweet smile on her face, as if she would never be sad or angry.
Later, Mrs. Murong passed away, and the young master became a young master. The cold and summer came and went, and Abi also changed from a smiling little girl to a gentle big girl. The big girl barely knew any martial arts, but only
Some of those simple self-defense skills were taught by Murong Fu, and she learned them very seriously. But she was very accomplished in music. She could play with anything, including cups, bamboos and rocks. She said she was taught by Murong Fu.
She was taught by an old gentleman in front of her family. A fifty-stringed Jinse was her most cherished thing. She always wiped it carefully and maintained it at all times, just like she did with everything Murong Fu threw aside.
"Abi, have you ever thought about where you will go and what you will do in the future?" A'Zhu asked.
Abi shook her head, her sweet smile still on her face: "I will go wherever the young master goes."
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Memories are like a scroll of ink landscape paintings in the south of the Yangtze River, unfolding slowly. In the depths of the painting building, where there are thousands of miles of mist, bright flowers and dark willows, and endless singing, it is most difficult to accept the kindness of a beautiful woman.
Murong Fu seemed to have been hit by an acupuncture point. He couldn't even move a finger. There was only one thought in his mind:
Was he forcibly kissed?
It was obviously just a kiss that went away, but in Murong Fu's perception, it was longer than that afternoon when a man counted the fallen plum blossoms under the tree.
Before he could react, Abi had already blushed and left Murong Fu's cheek. The brief kiss just now had used up all the courage she could muster.
But she is Abi, as tender as water, and water can be very powerful once it is gathered together.
"Young Master, Abi knows that she is a little girl who takes refuge in the Murong family. She does not dare to expect anything in this life. She only hopes that she can be by your side forever, serving tea and playing the piano for him. No matter whether he is the Emperor of Yan or a man in white clothes in the future, he will always be with you.
That’s the young master.”
Murong Fu took a deep breath and closed his eyes in pain.
The more this happens, the more guilty he feels, and the feeling of guilty conscience becomes stronger. To be fair, he also likes this little girl, and they say that companionship is the longest confession of love. Doesn't he know that Abi has a deep affection for Murong Fu?
Water, but the problem is that sometimes, he himself can't figure out what he should be. Is it a dove occupying a magpie's nest, a wandering soul residing in this body, or is he a weirdo who has no idea about his past and present lives?
If you don’t understand this, how can you have the courage to respond to unnecessary feelings?
But at this moment, his heart, which he tried hard to hold down, was still beating hard, and a voice loudly told him: follow your heart, otherwise you will definitely regret it.
In Abi's eyes, the young master has always been the same young master, but he has become more gentle than before. She clearly remembers that night, a group of fierce people broke into the Tingxiang Pavilion where she and A'Zhu lived, and it was the young master who protected her.
Behind him, he threw the troublemakers into the water one by one.
At that moment, how she wished that time could freeze, or, just like what she played that night, she and the young master were a brother and sister from an ordinary fisherman's family...
Murong Fu sighed softly: "Little girl, if this is what you want in your heart, then it is as you wish. Don't regret it in the future. Do you know where your father is now?"
Abi was stunned on the spot, not knowing what the young master meant by this.
Murong Fu sighed softly: "You will be a member of my Murong family for the rest of your life, so you have to tell your father."
Abi was so smart, she immediately understood what Murong Fu meant, and the sudden happiness caused a layer of mist in her beautiful eyes: "Young Master..."
Murong Fu smiled and said: "Maybe you can try changing your title..."
Murong Fu was the only one left in the hall, and at this time, all kinds of thoughts in Murong Fu's mind became a mess.
What's going on? Didn't you agree to cut the knot quickly? Why did you make such a promise in a hot head?
Abi's father disappeared many years ago. In this world, the only person who can be called a relative is a master named Kang Guangling, known as Qin Dian, the leader of the Eight Friends of Hangu.
Everyone in the world deserves his own share of tears, and it seems that the tears that belong to Murong Fu can only be earned by himself.
The reason why I want to see Kang Guangling is to give Abi a dignity similar to that of Xiangling. Of course, I am not the unlucky child of Feng Yuan, and no one in this world is qualified to be that Xue Pan!