The beauty is charming and strong, and the cold Buddhist son is deified

Chapter 4 Something
The early winter sunset is slightly warm, and the golden light falls on the mountains and forests. The leaves sway gracefully in the breeze.

The air was fresh, sweet and smooth, which fascinated Song Qingwan. She breathed in the air greedily, directly covering up the pain in her body.

The environment in ancient times was so good. She wanted to live here for a long time and comfortably.

But first she had to repay the kindness of the original owner for leaving her the body and take good care of the Song family.

Yes, the original owner went into the mountains to hunt, and she couldn’t return empty-handed.

Song Qingwan wandered around in the forest and caught a wild rabbit, two chickens, and some herbs for stopping bleeding and relieving pain. She used these herbs to wrap the sword.

I don’t know whether weapons are banned in the city, but hiding has always been her protective color.

After hanging the rabbit and pheasant behind the herbs, Song Qingwan slowly walked down the mountain.

There is a small village not far down the mountain, with a small river flowing through it, making a gurgling sound. Dense shrubs grow on both sides of the river, and they look particularly graceful in the afterglow of the sunset. The water surface of the river reflects the afterglow of the sunset, like a magnificent oil painting.

This kind of beautiful scenery was not seen in the apocalypse. Song Qingwan looked around curiously and walked towards home according to the original owner's memory.

By the time she reached the city gate, the lanterns had already been lit. Logically, the city gate should have been closed at sunset, but now, there was still a gap at the side door.

Song Qingwan was pleasantly surprised and ran forward happily. The closer she got, the more she realized that there was a tall, burly and familiar figure pleading with the guard in a low voice, and his big feet were pressing against the door to prevent it from closing.

"Hey, brothers, I beg you to wait a little longer. You two don't know, if I wasn't incompetent, my child wouldn't have run out of the city alone.

She secretly went up the mountain to look for food. There are wolves, jackals, tigers and leopards in the mountain, which is very dangerous. It’s so late and she hasn’t come back yet. I don’t know what’s going on with her now. What’s going on in my mind?”

The tall middle-aged man was so worried about his child that he started crying, which was very touching.

Song Qingwan was also very moved. If the person in front of her wasn't the original owner's father, then who else could he be? What a good father.

The guards certainly sympathized with Song Dalin, but he was just a nobody. "Sir, you are making things difficult for us. We have already wasted half an hour. We cannot delay any longer, otherwise we will be punished by the higher-ups."

The two guards tried to pull Song Dalin away, but they couldn't. Instead, Song Dalin pounced on them and held on to them.

Song Qingwan hurried over and was about to call out to her old father when she saw her father's big hand quietly reaching for the purse on the waist of a guard.
No way? No way?! Song Qingwan paused in astonishment. She didn't expect that this was the kind of old man Song was? If she didn't open the door for him, he would steal the guard's money in revenge?
Should she speak up to disturb him? If something goes wrong, will her father's hand be chopped off?

At the moment Song Qingwan paused, Song Dalin's hand had already touched the purse.

But surprisingly, Song Dalin did not take it. Instead, he took the opportunity to pull out the purse and threw it into a corner not far away, then withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.

He continued to plead, "Can you wait a little longer? Just a little while. I believe my child will come back. She will be back soon.

It was so cold that she couldn't stay outside for a night. She had no money and no relatives outside the city to stay with." Song Dalin wiped his tears and spoke only blood and tears, trying to win sympathy.

At this moment, he suddenly stopped crying, rubbed his eyes exaggeratedly, and then pointed at the purse in the corner and said, "Huh? Is there a purse that fell?"

The two guards turned their heads and saw that it was indeed the one they were looking for. One of the guards quickly ran forward and picked it up, saying with great relief and gratitude, "It's mine, thanks, brother."

Inside was all the money he had earned these days, enough for his family. If it weren't for this honest Lord Song, his family would have had a hard time.

"Haha, it's nothing. Please, brother, wait a little longer for my child. Please." Song Dalin struck while the iron was hot.

"Okay! Just wait a little longer." The guard gritted his teeth, ready to fight.

Song Qingwan watched the entire dramatic scene, which overturned her perception of Old Man Song. This father was really something.

"Old Song! I'm back." Song Qingwan couldn't bring herself to call her father, who was in his thirties.

Song Qingwan limped and ran forward quickly, panting. She had to cooperate with Song Dalin, right? She was also very anxious to enter the city.

Hearing the familiar voice, Song Dalin turned around suddenly, and then saw a familiar yet unfamiliar boy running towards him.

What is familiar is her face and voice, but what is unfamiliar is her strong aura and words.

What is Old Song? He doesn't even call me dad? Is the girl blaming me for not going out of town to look for her?

But if he didn't guard it, the city gate would have been closed long ago, and neither of them would have been able to enter the city. And there was a pregnant woman at home who was about to give birth and needed care.

Song Dalin was a little puzzled, but when Song Qingwan approached, he found that the child was covered in blood and his legs were lame?!
"Aqing! What's wrong with you?" Song Dalin's face changed drastically and he ran towards Song Qingwan, only caring about his daughter's safety.

Song Qingwan grinned and quickly comforted her: "I'm fine, I just accidentally fell down the mountain, and I was delayed digging some herbs. However, I caught the prey, look! I can nourish my mother's body."

This was the original owner's original intention, and Song Qingwan made it a reality for her.

At this time, the silly Song Qingwan became sensible and considerate, and turned back into the appearance Song Dalin was familiar with. This was his eldest daughter, a very good child.

Song Dalin sniffed, his eyes reddened. He took over Song Qingwan's burden, which was actually just a long herb wrapped in a stick, huh?

Suddenly, he realized that what Song Qingwan had wrapped was not a wooden stick, but a weapon? Song Dalin quietly smoothed the bundle of herbs and hid the sharp weapon more tightly, making it impossible for anyone to see any clues.

Behind the herbs were a rabbit and two chickens, but these two things were so elusive that even adult men couldn't catch them. How did a little girl like Song Qingwan do it? And how did she get injured again? You don't need to think about how much she paid.

Song Dalin was two parts puzzled and eight parts moved. He did not ask the question on the spot, but blamed Song Qingwan in a homely way: "Child, how can the prey be more important than your safety? The father is still here in this family, and you don't need to bear these responsibilities.

Although your mother needs to recuperate after childbirth, your grandparents are sick and need to replenish their vitality, and your six brothers and sisters need to grow up, your aunt..."

Song Dalin began to display the family tree, and Song Qingwan could only scratch her head and smile foolishly at the two guards.

Her father was obviously afraid that the two guards would be interested in their prey, right? After all, they helped you open the city gate for so long, and any kind and honest person would thank them.

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