Dressed like a loser and went to raise a baby

Chapter 725
Not long after Leng Luoyue and the others left, Ayao also went out wearing a curtain hat.

After walking for a while, she arrived outside Ouyang's house and walked back and forth on the road outside the door.

Although she had decided not to go home no matter what, she still wanted to see her parents and younger brother from a distance.

She couldn't enter the house directly, so she could only linger outside the house.

When she walked to No. 18, the door opened, and she immediately turned her back nervously and walked to the right.

Inside the gate, Ouyang Wushu came out with the boy.

"Why isn't the carriage ready?" Ouyang Wushu asked, looking at the empty door and frowning.

He had already ordered that he would go out to inspect the drug store early this morning, but the carriage was not ready yet.

The boy said hurriedly: "Young man, go and urge me."

Ouyang Wushu frowned and nodded.

The boy turned around and walked back into the house. Ouyang Wushu crossed the threshold and stood under the eaves, waiting with his hands behind his back.

Ayao, who was walking forward slowly step by step, bit her lip when she heard her father's familiar voice. Tears filled her eyes, but she didn't dare to look back.

I wanted to walk to the entrance of the alley ahead and take a look at my father from a distance.

Ouyang Wuhuang stood under the eaves, looking casually with his eyes. Suddenly his eyes stopped and he stared at the woman wearing a curtain hat on the avenue.

The woman walked slowly, and her face could not be seen while wearing a curtain hat. He could only see her back, but he felt that this figure was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Soon he seemed to remember where he had seen him before, ran down the steps, and called to the woman's back in a trembling voice: "Yun Yao..."

A Yao paused in her steps and froze, feeling shocked and sad.

She was disguised like this, and her father didn't even see her face, but he still recognized her.

Suddenly tears flowed.

Seeing the woman stop, Ouyang Wushuang became more convinced that this woman was his daughter Ouyang Yunyao.

"Yun Yao." He called in a trembling voice while running forward.

Back, his Yunyao is back.

Hearing the word "Yun Yao" again, A Yao ran away.

She didn't know how to face her father, and she didn't want to harm her family's reputation when she returned home, so she had no choice but to run.

Even if she hears her father calling her name heartbreakingly, even if she knows that he is chasing after her, she still can't stop.

"Stop, Yunyao stop..." Ouyang Wushuo shouted while chasing.

Seeing his daughter getting further and further away from him, he was filled with fear. He was afraid that if he couldn't catch up, he would never see her again.

I feel even more distressed in my heart.

Ayao didn't dare to stop. She almost used all her strength to run forward.

She ran onto the bustling street, looked around, and ran into a small alley.

A moment later, Ouyang Wuhuang also ran to the busy street, but his daughter was missing.

With a pair of tearful eyes, he searched among the crowds coming and going on the street, but could not find the figure just now.

"Yun Yao, Yun Yao..." Forty-year-old Ouyang Wushu cried loudly on the street, his voice like a cuckoo crying blood.

People on the street looked at him one after another, and those who recognized him looked surprised.

"Yunyao, come out, come out..."

"Even if you let father take a look at you."

"No matter what happens, you are my father's most beloved and proud daughter." Ouyang Wushu cried at the top of his lungs.

"Father will protect you, father will protect you all your life..." Ayao, who had not gone far in the alley, covered her mouth and shed tears as she walked deeper into the alley.

"Tsk, Master Ouyang is probably hallucinating because he misses his daughter who died in the hands of bandits too much." Someone shook his head and looked at Ouyang Wuhuan who was shouting hoarsely.

Hearing this, everyone around him looked at Ouyang Wuhuang with sympathy.

"Yes, the Ouyang family has a clean and upright family tradition. Miss Ouyang is also knowledgeable, polite, gentle and kind. I am afraid that if she falls into the hands of bandits, she will die to protect her innocence and reputation. How could she come back?" The middle-aged man wearing a Confucian shirt also said.

"This Mr. Ouyang may really miss his daughter so much that he is overly sad and hallucinating."

Seeing that no matter how much he shouted, his daughter did not show up again, Ouyang Wushu collapsed on the ground and cried bitterly.

"Master Ouyang, there is no resurrection for dead people. Look away and be careful." Someone stepped forward to help him.

Ouyang Wuhuang looked up at the speaker and said sternly: "Who is dead? My daughter Yunyao is still alive. She is still alive."

"Mr. Ouyang, although the reality is painful, you still have to accept the reality."

"Yes."

"Miss Ouyang is dead."

People around her tried to persuade her: "Miss Ouyang is so well-educated. She must be a chaste and fierce woman. She would have died to preserve her chastity long ago."

"There's no way she's coming back."

"We are all parents, and we can understand your feelings. Who doesn't want his daughter to live? But in other words, for this daughter who fell into the hands of evildoers, it would be more honorable to die than to live." The person is decent, and the family is also decent.

An old woman about 50 years old looked at Ouyang Wuhuan and persuaded him.

"That's right." Many people nodded in agreement, agreeing very much with the old woman's statement.

This is also the reason why no one asked what happened to the women who were kidnapped by the bandits after the bandits were captured and their money was recovered.

Ouyang Wuhuang heard these words of persuasion, but felt that they were more poisonous than sharp arrows quenched with poison.

It was because someone said such things and had such thoughts that Yun Yao did not dare to go home.

He raised his head angrily and looked at everyone and shouted: "You want your daughter to die, but I only want my daughter to live."

"My daughter did nothing wrong. She didn't deserve to die and she didn't have to die."

"She should live and live well."

Many people who agreed with the old woman's words turned a little ugly when they heard these words.

They were kindly trying to persuade Mr. Ouyang, but he said such words as if he was accusing them of something wrong.

What were they wrong about? This woman who had lost her virginity was more dignified dead than alive.

In death, she can gain the reputation of a chaste and fierce woman, but in life, she will only gain a shameless reputation and bring shame to her family.

"No one said your daughter was at fault, but how can a woman who has lost her virginity survive in the wrong hands?" the old woman said sincerely, frowning.

Ouyang Wuhuan stood up on his own, looked around coldly, and said in a cold voice: "As long as you keep your mouths shut, there is no saying that people will not survive."

I don’t know how many people in this world have died because of the words of the world.

What people say is fearful, and this saying is never groundless.

Many people do not want to die themselves, but are afraid of what others say.

They can endure and survive the torture of evil people, but they cannot survive half a day under the words of the world.

That's the case with the Xie family girl.

After that, Ouyang Wushu turned around and left, leaving behind a group of people who looked at his leaving figure with incomprehensible eyes.

(End of this chapter)