Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 110
Murong Fu couldn't remember when this little girl, Abi, came to Murong's house, maybe when she was eight or nine years old, maybe in her teens.But whether it is eight or nine years old or ten or so, it doesn't matter, although the little girl has a face as white as a newly peeled water chestnut is very cute, but Murong Fu has taken revival of Dayan as his mission since he was a child, how could he pay attention to a little girl's movies?

Murong Fu only remembers that the day the little girl came to Murong's house, she also wore a blue dress, with a fair face like a white lotus supported by a lotus, and a black mole like a sesame seed dotted on a new lily. The nose is even more playful.When she came to a strange place for the first time, the little girl was a little scared, so she took a middle-aged man's big hand and hid behind him.Listening to the mother's conversation with that person, that person is the father of the little girl, because he offended a powerful enemy and couldn't bear the innocent victimization of his little daughter, so he sent his daughter to Murong's house to avoid disaster.When the little girl heard that her father was about to leave her alone, tears welled up in her eye sockets, but she didn't dare to cry out.

At that time, the young Murong Fu saw that this little girl was really fun, so he couldn't help but go up to tease her, not wanting to make the little girl cry, Murong Fu immediately looked like a discouraged ball, pretending to be calm A sentence came: "The little girl is troublesome, just like my cousin!"

Later, the little girl stopped crying, and secretly looked at herself curiously through her fingers, until the moment the middle-aged man left, the little girl pulled the corner of the man's clothes tearfully and refused to let go.

Until the middle-aged man comforted softly: "Good boy, Daddy will pick you up after the next year."

But year after year, and I don't know which year it will be, the little girl just lives in Yanziwu.From then on, Murong Fu had a little girl who studied ink and served tea by his side - although Murong Fu didn't write often, and he didn't like drinking tea either.But every time the little girl always carefully prepared the tea and put it in front of Murong Fu, with a sweet smile on her face, she said softly: "Master, drink tea".

Later, Murong Fu gradually fell in love with drinking tea, but he never finished writing Chinese characters. To be precise, he never finished writing the Chinese characters of the Central Plains people.He can draw a perfect sword flower with a three-foot green blade, but he has nothing to do with a three-inch wolf.But no matter whether Murong Fu is practicing martial arts or writing, Abi always follows her, with her sweet smile on her face, as if she will never be sad or angry.

Later, Mrs. Murong passed away, and the young master became the son-in-law.Cold and hot, day after day, Abi also changed from a little girl who loves to laugh into a gentle big girl.The big girl hardly knew martial arts, and the only simple self-defense skills were taught by Murong Fu, and she learned them very seriously.But her musical attainments are very high, and she can play with anything, cups, bamboos, and stones. She said that she was taught by an old gentleman before she came to Murong's house.A handful of fifty-string jinse is her most cherished thing, and she always wipes it carefully and maintains it all the time, just like treating every thing Murong Fu throws aside.

"Abi, have you thought about where you're going and what you're going to do in the future?" Azhu asked.

Abi shook her head, with her sweet smile still on her face: "Where the young master is going, I will go."

Memories are like a scroll of ink and wash landscape paintings in the south of the Yangtze River, unfolding slowly.In the depths of the painting building, there are thousands of miles of mist, the flowers are bright and the willows are dark, and the songs of Ling are all over the industry. It is the most difficult to bear the grace of beauties.

Murong Fu seemed to have hit an acupuncture point, he couldn't even move a single finger, and there was only one thought in his mind:
I was kissed by force?

Obviously it was just a kiss that left immediately, but in Murong Fu's perception, it was longer than the afternoon when a person counted the plum blossoms under the tree.

Before he could react, Abi had already blushed and left Murong Fu's cheek, the short kiss just now used up all the courage she could muster.

But she is Abi, and her tenderness is like water. Once water is gathered together, it is very remarkable.

"My lord, Abi knows that she is a little girl who takes care of the Murong family. I don't dare to expect anything extravagantly in this life. I only hope that I can be with you forever in this life, serve tea and play the piano for you. No matter whether you are the Emperor of Yan in the future or a white clothes It's the son."

Murong Fu took a deep breath, and closed his eyes in pain.

The more this is the case, the more guilty he feels, and the stronger the feeling of guilt.In all fairness, he also likes this little girl, saying that companionship is the longest confession of love.Didn't he know that Abi's love for Murong Fu is as deep as water, but the problem is that sometimes, he himself doesn't understand what he should be.Is it the dove occupying the magpie's nest, a ray of wandering soul residing in this body, or is it a weird freak who knows nothing in the past and present?If you don't even understand this, how can you have the courage to respond to redundant feelings?
But at this moment, the heart he was trying to hold still beat violently, and a voice told him loudly: Follow your heart, or you will definitely regret it.

In Abi's eyes, the young master has always been that young master, but he has become more gentle than before.She clearly remembered that night, when a group of vicious people broke into the Tingshui Pavilion where she and A'Zhu lived, it was the young master who protected her behind her and threw the troublemakers into the water one by one.

How much she wished that time could freeze at that moment, or, as she played that night, she and the young master were a pair of brothers and sisters of ordinary fishermen
Murong Fu sighed softly: "Little girl, if this is what you want in your heart, then it will be your wish. Don't regret it in the future, do you know where your father is now?"

Abi froze in place, not knowing what the young master meant.

Murong Fu sighed lightly: "From now on, I will be a member of Murong's family for the rest of my life, so I have to tell your lord."

How smart Abi is, she immediately understood what Murong Fu meant, and the sudden happiness made her beautiful eyes fog up: "Young master!"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Maybe you can try to change the name."

There was only Murong Fu left in the hall, and all kinds of thoughts in Murong Fu's mind became a mess.

what's the situation?Didn't you agree to cut the mess quickly?Why did you make such a promise on a whim?
Abi's father has disappeared many years ago. In this world, the only one who can be called a relative is a master named Kang Guangling, known as Qindian, the head of the Eight Friends of Hangu.

Everyone in the world has their own share of tears, and it seems that the tears that belong to Murong Fu can only be obtained by themselves.

The reason why I want to see Kang Guangling is to give Abi a face at least similar to that of Xiangling. Of course, I am not that unlucky child Feng Yuan, and there is no one in this world who is qualified to be that Xue Pan!

"Oh, what is this called!"

Murong Fu let out a wail, hugged his head and moaned.

　stop for a while

　　
　
(End of this chapter)