The rebirth of Fu Jia returns

Chapter 9 Sisters
"Are you Fu Jia from my hometown?"

Fu Rong's thoughts turned slightly, she tilted her head and asked with a smile.

Fu Jia looked at the smiling Fu Rong in front of her, and was a little surprised for a moment.

She still remembered that Fu Rong always followed her cautiously at that time, let alone outside, even in the mansion, Fu Rong always looked cowardly.

Now it seems that it is much more lively and cheerful.

"Hi, I'm Fu Jia!"

Fu Jia greeted with a smile.

Fu Rong was stunned for a moment, then smiled all over her face.

"I didn't expect you to be so similar to my eldest sister. By the way, I just finished school and I'm going to my aunt's house. Do you want to come with me?"

Fu Rong stuck out her tongue, looking playful.

Fu Jia originally wanted to go, so she naturally agreed with a smile.

She was very happy to be reborn and to see her family, and she was unwilling to be separated from them for a moment.

Although she hasn't been separated for half a day, her heart is already like a bird leaving home, wanting to see her mother as soon as possible.

The spring sun was just right, and the warm sunlight flooded the entire yard, as well as Mrs. Anping Hou standing by the window.

The eyes were slightly red and swollen with bloodshot eyes. Although the gouache covered some of it, Fu Jia could see it at a glance.

Her heart felt as if a needle had been pricked, and she was so painful that she couldn't breathe.

"Auntie, look what I brought you."

As soon as Fu Rong entered the door, she held up the food box and shouted with a smile.

Miss Wan didn't come, and Fu Rong put Xianduxian in a food box and pushed it in front of Mrs. Anping Hou like offering a treasure.

"Try it quickly. These are the fresh bamboo shoots that uncle specially found for you. You must not disappoint uncle's wishes."

As the food box was opened, the rich and delicious smell came out immediately.

"smell good!"

Fu Rong couldn't help but moved to Mrs. Anpinghou's side again.

Fu Jia stared at Mrs. Anping Hou without blinking.

The mother has lost a lot of weight and haggarded a lot. She hopes that when she comes back, she can slowly let the mother come out of the sadness and let the smile return to the mother's face.

"Ma'am, you should try it first."

Mrs. Anpinghou looked at the meal in front of her, it was delicious, but she had no appetite at all.

Seeing Fu Jia today, her mood fluttered.

Even though the old patriarch of the clan wrote repeatedly that there was a girl similar to Jiajia, and even said many times that she could come and accompany her, she never expected that the two were so similar.

So similar, she thought that Fu Jia in front of her was her Jiajia.

Mrs. Anping Hou looked at Fu Jia in a daze, and was lost in thought for a moment.

And Fu Jia also looked at Mrs. Anping Hou, with thoughts surging in her eyes, her hands tightly clutching the handkerchief,

"Auntie, drink the soup."

Fu Rong looked at Mrs. Anping Hou, then at Fu Jia, got up and served a bowl of soup to Mrs. Anping Hou.

I don't know if it was intentional, but the figure separated Fu Jia's gaze.

Fu Jia withdrew her gaze and lowered her head to calm down.

She can't be like this all the time, now she used to say that she likes to see her smile, it makes people happy when she smiles.

If she has been so sad, how can mother get better?

"Thank you, Rong'er." Mrs. Anpinghou also withdrew her thoughts, looked at Fu Rong with curved eyebrows, and took the soup bowl.

Since Fu Jia left, Fu Rong has always been with her, a little color in her gray life.

From the time of Old Hou Ye, the Fu family has been fighting with the late emperor, and the family of military generals has inherited it. However, ten years ago, Lao Hou Ye and the second child of the Fu family died in a battle with the Huoyi people. Frustrated, he moved to the backyard to eat vegetarian food and pray to Buddha.

Fu Rong was the only child left in the second room of the Fu family.

Fu Rong's mother, Mrs. Yu, guarded Fu Rong. Apart from visiting Mrs. Marquis of Anping, she spent the rest of her time embroidering in the house. In the past two years, she also followed the old lady and began to chant Buddhism.

Mrs. Anping Hou felt pity for Fu Rong in the past, and she often took it with her when she went out to banquets, but Fu Rong's temperament followed Yu's, and she couldn't let it go.

Later, when the news of Fu Jia's death came, she was like a bolt from the blue, accompanied by Fu Rong's gentle words. Gradually, her impression of Fu Rong changed, and she began to feel sorry for the child.

At the age of three or four, his father died suddenly, and his mother's temperament changed drastically, which had a great impact on the child, so Mrs. Anping Hou could also understand Fu Rong's behavior in the past.

However, after Fu Jia left, she didn't have the mood or energy to take care of Fu Rong. At first, she invited a master to teach her, and then, last winter, she sent her to the Liu family's school and gave her a companion.

The Liu family school is a well-known women's school in Beijing.

Therefore, if you can enter the Liu Family Academy, the circle after that will be the top circle in Beijing.

Fu Rong especially cherished this opportunity.

I am also very grateful to Mrs. Anping Hou.

"How is it?" Fu Rong asked eagerly as Madam Anpinghou drank the milky white soup.

As if she did it.

Fu Jia didn't think much about it, and Qingsuo muttered a little beside him.

However, this feeling is also fleeting.

The second girl was very kind to his wife, and she saw it all in her eyes.

Not only for the wife, the eldest girl is gone, the second girl misses her often, and often goes to sit in her original yard, and read the books she has read and the pen she used.

Every time Qingsuo sees the lonely figure, his eyes are sore, and he misses his girl even more...

Who is like this Fu Jia, who has a lot of crooked minds!

Qingsuo stomped her feet secretly.

Mrs. Anpinghou took a spoonful of the soup and couldn't help but drink another spoonful.

"Isn't it very fragrant, Auntie?"

Fu Rong asked another question as if asking for credit.

Mrs. Anping Hou looked at Fu Rong, a little excited.

"Rong'er, this, did you do this?"

There was a hint of excitement in the voice.

Fu Rong glanced at Fu Jia subconsciously, and then said with a smile: "No, Rong'er helped Miss Wan bring it here."

But it didn't mention that Fu Jia was cooking.

Fu Jia finally noticed something was wrong now.

It seemed that Fu Rong didn't like her either.

Fu Jia was helpless.

Over there, Mrs. Anping Hou muttered to herself: "I said, it smells like Jiajia. It turned out to be Wan Niangzi. Yes, in the past Jiajia always pestered Wan Niangzi to learn cooking skills..."

As he spoke, the tears in his eyes fell quietly again.

Fu Jia's heart ached again, and she forced a smile on her face.

"Ma'am, I think it's commendable for a young girl to be filial. If she learns good food, she will also honor you. If she knows that you don't think about eating and drinking now, she may feel uneasy."

Fu Rong followed suit and nodded: "Yes, yes, Auntie, you should be well, so that Big Sister can rest assured, and we all can rest assured, Auntie, this soup tastes like Big Sister, you should drink more bowls .”

Saying that, Fu Rong helped Mrs. Anping Hou fill another bowl, and also picked up a lot of vegetables by the way.

Because of what Fu Jia and Fu Rong said, Mrs. Anping Hou ate more for the first time.

After the meal, they talked with Mrs. Anpinghou for a while, and Fu Rong offered to leave.

"By the way, Miss Fu, I'm fine this afternoon. You're not familiar with the mansion just now, why don't I show you around this afternoon."

Fu Jia looked at Fu Rong who was smiling happily, and nodded.

"Go, tonight, I will take you to see the old lady."

Because of Fu Jia's remarks at noon, Mrs. Anping Hou got a better understanding of her.

Seeing Fu Jia's back being dragged away by Fu Rong, Mrs. Anpinghou always felt sore in her heart, as if she couldn't bear her to leave.

(End of this chapter)