The Road to Doting Wife

Chapter 197
Zhao Yunting couldn't open his eyes.

It was dark all around, and at first he could still feel his wife's cold hand, but gradually the coldness disappeared, he couldn't feel anything, only heard a sound of crying, all from the women and children, his grandchildren great-grandchildren...

The last sound was lost.

The surroundings were completely silent.

It was so quiet, it made him flustered, he knew he should be dead, he wanted to open his eyes to look for his wife, and walk Huangquan Road with her, but he couldn't open his eyes, he called Lan Rong, but he couldn't even feel it any part of the body.

He has no tears, but he wants to cry.

Lan Rong didn't like him until she died. She saw sympathy and guilt in his eyes, but she had no affection.

He doesn't blame her, on the contrary, he loves her even more. All the good things he did to her in the rest of his life failed to touch her heart, which shows how deeply she was hurt at the beginning, one after another, and she completely locked the part of the man and woman. Love, only pretending to be children in her heart, she was so hurt that she refused to go with him even to death, and disappeared without a trace, leaving him floating in this nothingness.

Painful, regretful, missing, and afraid, Zhao Yunting's whole body hurts, he misses Lan Rong, even a ghost wants to find her, but he can't do anything...

Zhao Yunting cried bitterly.

"Yun Ting, good boy, don't climb trees to play next time, look at the big bag on your head, mother is almost scared to death by you, don't cry, don't cry, it won't hurt if mother brags to you."

The gentle and loving voice became clearer and clearer, right next to my ears, and inexplicably familiar, where did I hear it?

With power coming from nowhere, Zhao Yunting finally opened his eyes.

What came into view was a young and beautiful face. The young woman looked about 25 or [-] years old, with delicate skin, and her eyes were red from crying just now.

Zhao Yunting stared at his mother in disbelief, why did mother...

He looked down at himself again, with short arms and short legs, he was clearly still a child!

Climb a tree and fall, seems to be something that happened when he was eight years old?

Seeing that her son stopped crying but was dumbfounded, with tears all over his face, Mrs. Zeng felt distressed and funny at the same time, she wiped his tears and joked with him: "I've never seen you cry so hard before, why don't you cry this time?" Is it? It seems that you have suffered a great grievance, and you are naughty? Let's see if you will climb a tree next time!"

Zhao Yunting stared blankly at his mother, feeling her gentle movements, he still couldn't believe it, he raised his hand to grab his mother's hand, and grabbed it, either the dream was too real, or it wasn't a dream at all.

The son stopped crying, Zeng had other things to do, so he touched his son's head and left.Zhao Yunting sat in the room by himself for a long while, until Zhao Yuan, his later housekeeper and current servant, ran in pitifully and complained to him, holding his buttocks. He finally believed it, and he returned to his childhood.

He goes back to a time when nothing happened.

What about Lan Rong?

Zhao Yunting immediately got off the kang, he was going to see Lan Rong, they died together, he came back, maybe Lan Rong came back too!
"Where are you going, son?" The nine-year-old Zhao Yuanfei ran to the door quickly, crossing his legs to prevent Zhao Yunting from leaving, because he didn't take care of the son's buttocks and got hit twice. Now this position hurts him so much that he grinned, "Your Majesty! Just stop and stop, honestly stay in the room, wait for the injury to heal before talking, or Madam will still beat me, my son, you agreed not to implicate me, you can't talk without counting!"

Zhao Yunting couldn't help laughing seeing the childish appearance of the steady butler in the future.

After a moment of confrontation, he turned and walked towards the mirror.

Don't be in a hurry, if you run over like this, the Ning family won't let him in at all, and he has no excuse to go over.

Zhao Yunting looked at himself in the mirror.

It's been so long that he has forgotten what he looked like when he was a child. At first glance, he thought it was his son when he was eight years old.Zhao Yunting stared intently at the person in the mirror, and gradually discovered the difference between himself and his son.They all said that Cheng Yuan and him were printed in the same mold, but it was not, Cheng Yuan's mouth was more like his mother...

Zhao Yunting reached out to touch the mirror, and there seemed to be two more people in the mirror. His Lan Rong and Cheng Yuan were standing beside him. Soon, Cheng Yuan had another daughter-in-law, his precious granddaughter Cancan, his two grandchildren...

His eyes were sore, Zhao Yunting wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

Sure enough, God knew what he longed for most, and gave him a chance to start over again. This time, he would definitely not make the same mistakes again.

At dusk, Ning Yu came out from the yamen of the Ministry of Rites and got into the carriage to go home.

Recently, the Ministry of Rituals is very free and has nothing to do. Ning Yu is taking it easy. On the way, all he thinks about is the children at home, especially the youngest daughter who is just three years old. Calling Daddy twice is the greatest enjoyment of the day.

He couldn't help laughing, but unexpectedly, the carriage suddenly stopped suddenly and he rushed forward, followed by the driver's scream.Ning Yu secretly thought that something was wrong, he opened the curtain and got out of the car to take a look, and saw a boy lying on his head in front of the car, obviously hit by a carriage.

The coachman was still explaining that he didn't hit anyone, Ning Yu didn't bother to pay attention to him, and quickly stepped forward to turn the boy over.

Zhao Yunting frowned in pain, opened his eyes and looked at his future father-in-law, crying pitifully in pain, and reached out to touch his leg.

His forehead was swollen, his body was covered with dust, and his leg was probably injured. Ning Yu looked up and found that he was home after turning a corner ahead, so he told the driver: "Get the doctor right away!" After saying that, he hugged Zhao Yunting Get up, walk forward and softly comfort: "Don't be afraid, the doctor will be here soon, nothing will happen."

Although Zhao Yunting was ready to pretend to be pitiful, now being hugged by his father-in-law, his face was still hot, and he turned his head to look at the willow trees planted by the street.

Ning Yu looked down, the boy didn't cry after such a big incident, and his little brows were frowning, but he looked more obedient.Ning Yu likes good children, so he smiled and talked to him to divert the children's attention, "Which family are you from? Why did you run out to play by yourself? Does the adult know?" Looking at the clothes on the boy's body, it should be From a wealthy family.

In order to see his wife, Zhao Yunting resigned to his fate, closed his eyes and said in a muffled voice: "My father and mother had a quarrel, I don't want to stay at home... Uncle, I'm sorry, I ran into your carriage just now, I shouldn't mess up run."

Children don't like their parents arguing. Ning Yu understood why the boy came out. Hearing the boy's apology, he liked the child more and more, and quickly coaxed: "It's okay, it's okay, I don't blame you, it's the driver who can't drive and hurt you." , since you don't want to go home, let's play at uncle's house for a while, uncle's house has younger brothers and sisters, let them play with you. By the way, what's your name?"

Knowing the last name, you might be able to guess who his father is.

Of course Zhao Yunting knew that his father-in-law was tricking him, so he pretended not to hear it, and immediately replied: "My name is Zhao... Zhao Ting."

Obviously a fake name made up temporarily.

Ning Yu said slyly in his heart, he happened to be at the door of the house, so he gave up asking for the time being, the children knew how to beware of adults, and he let the children try it later.

"Daddy!"

As soon as they arrived at the main courtyard of the second room, two children ran over. The leader was six-year-old Ning Jinshu, followed by three-year-old Ning Lanrong. Ning Jinshu ran fast and soon came to his father. Ning Lanrong But I was in a hurry, and the "Daddy" yelled more and more anxiously.

Zhao Yunting leaned in the arms of his father-in-law, staring at the little girl in the pink skirt as she ran closer and closer, watching her stare at Ning Jinshu angrily, with her small mouth pouted and her little face flushed.

It turned out that Lan Rong was like this when she was a child...

Why did he suddenly think of his granddaughter when she was a child...

Zhao Yunting lowered his head involuntarily, looking at the girl who had already thrown herself on Ning Yu's lap. It happened that Ning Lanrong was also looking up at him. The two looked at each other for a while, and Ning Lanrong asked his father a little unhappy and confused: "Daddy?" Who is he, why are you hugging him? Lan Rong wants daddy to hug him. "

Zhao Yunting couldn't believe his ears.

Ning Yu shook his head and laughed, and lowered his head to coax his daughter: "Lan Rong, be good, this is the brother of the Zhao family. Daddy's carriage hit him and hurt him. Daddy brought him to our house to see a doctor. Daddy will hug Lan Rong when he is better. Be good!" .Jin Shu, take your sister away."

Ning Jinshu obediently hugged his sister aside, his actions were very rude, after all, he was only six years old.

Ning Lanrong was uncomfortable being hugged by the third brother, twisted and pushed the third brother away, and followed her father to the main room together.Ning Yu put Zhao Yunting on the couch on the east side, and took off his coat and shoes with his own hands, while Ning Lanrong and his sister stood aside and watched.Ning Yu lifted up Zhao Yunting's trouser legs to check the injury, and the two children looked more seriously, but when the trouser legs were rolled up to reveal a scraped and bleeding knee, Ning Lanrong immediately covered her eyes with her hands.

"Does it hurt?" Ning Yu asked worriedly.

Zhao Yunting's eyes never left Ning Lanrong's body. He was completely attracted by his wife's three-year-old girl-like demeanor. He was confused or puzzled, but moreover, he couldn't help liking her. His heart almost melted.No wonder the granddaughter is so cute, she followed her grandmother, and like her grandmother, her father was not allowed to hold other people's children, nor did she dare to look at the wound.

Does Lan Rong not remember?

I really want to hug...

"Zhao Ting?"

Ning Yu yelled again, Zhao Yunting finally came back to his senses, and quickly shook his head: "It doesn't hurt very much." No matter how painful it was, seeing his wife didn't hurt anymore.

Second Madam Ning quickly brought her eldest daughter over. After learning the whole story, Second Madam Ning couldn't help but blame her husband for rushing the carriage, and ordered the maids to prepare water to clean Zhao Yunting's wound first.Ning Lanrong didn't dare to look at it all the time, and she refused to leave when the eldest sister pulled her away, staring curiously at the big bag on Zhao Yunting's forehead.

Zhao Yunting was very embarrassed, knowing that the big bag on his head was ugly, but he really couldn't wait, nothing is more important than seeing his wife.

The doctor came soon, Zhao Yunting's injury is not serious, just apply medicine to his knee and rest for a few days.

After the doctor left, Ning Yu and his wife tried their best to persuade Zhao Yunting to tell them where the family lived, but Zhao Yunting kept silent and refused to say anything.Ning Yu had no choice but to call the children out, told them to follow Zhao Yunting's words, and then he called his wife and left.

Ning Lianrong was not interested in this errand, so she went back to her room after sitting for a while.

Ning Jinshu was at the age that loved to play, seeing Zhao Yunting blankly ignoring him, he thought Zhao Yunting was boring, so he ran to the big room to play.

Only Zhao Yunting and Ning Lanrong were left in the room, and the maids were waiting outside the door.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" Ning Lanrong sat at the end of the couch and asked wonderingly.

"It was you who looked at me first, you looked at me, and then I saw you." Zhao Yunting leaned on the head of the bed, tentatively teasing the little girl.

Ning Lanrong tilted her head and thought for a while, as if she looked at her new brother first, she smiled, pointed to her forehead, and told him gloatingly: "You're bulging here."

Zhao Yunting has already confirmed that his wife doesn't remember anything, he was a little disappointed, but soon relieved, it's better if his wife doesn't remember those sad things, and she can grow up like a child again, this time, he will definitely not mess with her again. She is sad.

Seeing her playful and cute, Zhao Yunting explained pitifully: "Yeah, my forehead is not hard, so it is swollen and it hurts a lot."

"Does it hurt?" Ning Lanrong felt a little sympathetic to her brother again.

Zhao Yunting saw the little girl's soft heart, and lowered his voice nervously: "It hurts, if someone blows it on me, it won't hurt."

Blowing, this Ning Lanrong knows, when she walks and falls, her mother will blow her up, so she stood up and walked towards Zhao Yunting, stood beside him, stared at his forehead closely, and then looked into his eyes : "I can blow it, let me blow it for you?"

"Okay." Zhao Yunting looked at the little girl carved in pink and jade, his voice choked.

Ning Lanrong didn't realize it, she supported the boy's shoulders, carefully moved over, pursed her mouth and blew softly.

Two lines of tears were blown off the boy.

Ning Lanrong looked at him after playing, expecting him to be more comfortable, but when she saw him crying, she immediately panicked, "Why are you crying, brother?"

Zhao Yunting hugged the little girl, buried her in her arms and cried: "Lan Rong is so kind to me, no one has ever been so kind to me, so I want to cry." ?How could his wife treat him like this?

Ning Lanrong was stunned, she didn't know what to do, when Zhao Yunting realized that she had lost her composure, she quickly let go of her and lowered her head to wipe her tears. She looked at the boy and then at his chest, feeling unhappy: "Brother wet my clothes .”

Zhao Yunting smiled through tears, raised his head and apologized to her: "It's my brother's fault, my brother took you to see orchids, do you want to go?"

"Think!" Ning Lanrong immediately forgot about the clothes, quickly sat down in front of the edge of the couch, and commanded him familiarly: "Brother, help me put on my shoes!"

"Okay." Zhao Yunting jumped off the ground, picked up the little girl's two small shoes and put them on for her.

Ning Lanrong stared at his hands, and seriously praised him: "Brother is clever, third brother is stupid." The third brother was not so comfortable when he put on her shoes.

Zhao Yunting looked at her and smiled, her phoenix eyes were as bright and pure as stars.

Ning Lanrong was dumbfounded, and looked into his eyes without blinking: "Brother is so pretty." None of the older brothers in the family were as good-looking as this brother.

"Lan Rong is also pretty." Zhao Yunting praised her in a low voice, looked outside, and secretly kissed her on the cheek before carrying her down, "Lan Rong is the prettiest, brother likes Lan Rong the most."

Being praised as the most beautiful, Ning Lanrong grinned, stood on the ground and walked out holding the boy's hand: "Go and see the orchids!"

(End of this chapter)