The rebirth of Fu Jia returns

Chapter 12 Curiosity
Here, Fu Rong walked away from Fang Bingqian angrily, and turned to meet Lin Nianyou's gaze.

"Sister Rong, what do you mean by substitute? Did something happen?"

Lin Nianyou looked concerned.

Fu Rong smiled: "Sister Lin hasn't come to our house for a long time. The day before yesterday, a sister Fu came from her hometown and said she was here to accompany my aunt. It looks like..."

Fu Rong deliberately paused, but Lin Nianyou's eyes were eager.

Fu Rong's thoughts turned slightly, she sighed slightly, her expression became lonely: "You look very much like a big sister..."

"Like Fu Jia?"

Lin Nianyou questioned again in astonishment, and her voice became a little higher.

A noble lady looked over from a distance, and Lin Nianyou hurriedly greeted with a smile, avoiding the embarrassment just now.

Then lowered his voice and asked, "Does it look like Jiajia? How similar do you look?"

She thought of yesterday, when Qin Jingxuan found her in a panic, and said in a trembling voice, he saw Fu Jia, Fu Jia is alive!
Lin Nianyou grabbed him at that time, in disbelief.

"What are you crazy about? Fu Jia has already been buried, buried in your Qin family's ancestral grave, you can't forget it!"

Qin Jingxuan slowly calmed down when he thought of the funeral.

"Could it be that my eyes are dazzled..."

Now it seems that it is not dazzled.

Lin Nianyou became curious about the distant relative that Fu Rong mentioned.

How similar is it?She, go and see.

Sighing, Lin Nianyou looked sad: "I also want to visit my aunt, but every time I go, I can always think of Jiajia, I...I miss you so much, so I dare not Entering the Hou Mansion..."

As she said that, she cheered up, took Fu Rong's hand, and said, "Fortunately, Sister Rong reminded me that I feel emotional when I feel the situation, not to mention my aunt, I haven't thought carefully, I should comfort my aunt more, Lest she be more sad."

Fu Rong nodded hurriedly, with a grateful expression on her face: "Sister Lin, if you have time, please come to the Hou's mansion more often, maybe the aunt's mood will be better."

Mrs. Anping Hou lost her daughter, and the black-haired man sent the white-haired man away, and she was depressed. Everyone in Beijing knew it.

The two of you talked to each other, and then they said a few more words, and then Lin Nianyou followed Liu Siyue to the backyard.

On the side, Song Linlang watched Lin Nianyou leave, and ran over briskly.

"Rongrong, I didn't expect that you and Miss Lin are so familiar, why didn't you tell me earlier, ah, ah, you are so mean."

When Lin Nianyou was around, Song Linlang cowardly only dared to hide in the distance, glanced anxiously, then glanced at Lin Nianyou again, waiting for the goddess to take a look at her.

Now that she was gone, she dared to run out. While complaining regretfully to Fu Rong, she reluctantly looked at the back of Lin Nianyou who was gradually going away.

Fu Rong shook her head and laughed at her: "Then why didn't you come here just now, so that I can introduce Sister Lin to you, Song Linlang, you are so promising..."

"Didn't I only dare to admire, not to climb high?" Song Linlang moved her mouth.

It's true, the Song family had always been in Jiangcheng. Last year, her father was promoted to be the minister of the Ministry of Rites, so the whole family moved to the capital.

The Song family was also considered a scholarly family, but it gradually declined, and it was better when it came to Song Linlang's father.

Therefore, Song Linlang didn't know how good Lin Nianyou's relationship with Fu Jia was back then.

It has been a year since Fu Jia died, and there are new things happening in the capital every day, and people gradually forget about Fu Jia and Fu Jia's past.

"Then, why don't I invite you to visit Sister Lin at our house some other day, so that you can get in touch with the talented woman Lin you admire, so that you can admire her every day?"

Fu Rong asked with a smile.

She knew that Lin Nianyou would definitely go to the Hou Mansion.

She would definitely be interested in Fu Jia who was similar to Fu Jia, and once she met Fu Jia, she would definitely feel dissatisfied in her heart.

Fu Jia is dead, no one can replace him!
Song Linlang was naturally willing, pulling Fu Rong and talking all the time, when can I fix the time, and what should I say when I meet the goddess she admires...

The two walked towards the school with a smile.

Two days later.

As expected, Lin Nianyou handed over the post and came to visit Mrs. Anping Hou.

At that time, Fu Jia was flying a kite with Mrs. Anping Hou.

In the words of Mrs. Anping Hou, these are things for little girls to play with. However, seeing the little girl in front of her who looks exactly like her own daughter, pulling her clothes and looking up at her eagerly, her heart softened for a moment.

Mrs. Anping Hou didn't know what happened to her.

For Fu Jia, she had mixed emotions from the beginning and was even a little bit resistant, but within two days, she felt that getting along was very natural.

Many of Fu Jia's small movements are very similar to Jiajia's.

Although, the old lady, Marquis Anping, and Nanny Yu beside her all reminded her that Fu Jia imitated Jiajia too much.

However, she just felt that she couldn't bear the slightest dislike for the little girl in front of her, and she didn't even want others to speculate and talk about her like this.

In the backyard of the Hou Mansion, there is a large open space. In the past, two fawns were raised. After Fu Jia passed away, the two fawns also died of illness one after another. Mrs. Anping Hou also had no intention of managing the Hou Mansion, so the land was vacant.

After Fu Jia saw it, she had someone clean it up, and brought Mrs. Anpinghou here to fly a kite.

"Ma'am, look quickly, isn't it flying very high!"

Fu Jia's laughter disturbed Mrs. Anping Hou's thoughts, she looked up at the sky.

Big butterfly kites flutter in the sky, the blue sky stretches as far as the eye can see, and the fluttering butterflies flutter their wings, making people feel open when they look at it.

"Come here, madam!"

Fu Jia smiled, pulled Mrs. Anpinghou over, and then held Mrs. Anpinghou's hand. She cut the kite's string with the scissors in her hand, and saw the butterfly kite flying straight into the distance.

"Hey, why did you let go!"

Mrs. Anping Hou exclaimed, puzzled.

Fu Jia looked at Mrs. Anping Hou with a smile, and said with a smile: "Fly the kite, fly the kite, of course you want to let the kite go."

"Unreasonable!" Mrs. Anpinghou laughed.

How can anyone fly a kite like this?

Fu Jia sighed slightly, turned around and looked at Mrs. Anping Hou.

"Ma'am, this kite is for the eldest girl. Let it carry your concern and miss. She will receive it, and you have to cheer up, because no matter where she is, she needs you!"

Fu Jia's voice is firm and powerful, and her face is serious and sincere.

Mrs. Anping Hou was refreshed after hearing this, and suddenly felt that the knot in her heart for the past year was suddenly opened.

Yes, although Jiajia is gone, she has never been far away from her heart. No matter when or where, Jiajia will always be in her heart, and by her side, she will always be strong as Jiajia backing.

"Ma'am, the eldest girl must hope that you will be safe and happy. Even if she can't be with you, she certainly doesn't want you to be sad. Besides, she must also be worried about the old lady, Lord Hou, and the eldest son, and many others. The people she cares about need you to help her take care of them..."

When Lin Nianyou came in, he heard a woman's gentle yet firm voice.

And that blue dress, like a green bamboo, elegant and straight, indestructible!
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