deadly mantra

Chapter 557 Help you remember
Bai Weng received the news that Ji Fanyin would come in advance, so he cleared the place.

In the entire teahouse, only the little girl beside Bai Old was left filling tea and pouring water.

Today, Bai Weng tells the story of a rich girl who gathered everyone to build a refugee shelter for homeless people.

The corners of Bao Yide's mouth tightened, and the arrogance in his eyes was replaced by frosty coldness.

He had no intention of listening to the book at all, but gradually he couldn't help but fell into it, and got deeper and deeper.

The story was strange yet familiar.

In a daze, he seemed to see that beautiful figure, which was obviously so thin, but showed infinite power. She stood under the scorching sun and commanded everyone in an orderly manner. It only took less than three months to build it. A place of refuge.

Bao Yide's hand holding the tea involuntarily twitched, and the hot tea splashed onto the back of his hand. He hurriedly calmed his expression.

"Leader Bao, why do you look like you're about to cry?" Ji Fanyin put her elbows on the table and leaned out: "Wow, I didn't expect that Leader Bao also has such an emotional side. However, it's just a story, so it won't ,Really, not~"

Bao Yide held back the excitement in his heart, glanced at her fiercely, and whispered:
"Did you call me out specifically just to make fun of me?"

Ji Fanyin stretched out a white jade hand and gently lifted her chin:

"Leader Bao, do you remember Xia Qiu?"

Bao Yide's face was tense and he said coldly:
"do not know."

Ji Fanyin's bright eyes turned slightly, glanced a few meters away, and asked loudly:

"Little girl, do you recognize Xia Qiu?"

When her name was suddenly called, the little girl was stunned for a moment, her face turned pale, and she looked towards the stage almost subconsciously. Bai Weng was telling a story and nodded gently towards her without leaving any trace.

"...She...she is my sister." The little girl replied softly.

Ji Fanyin asked again softly:
"Your biological sister?"

"...No...we are all orphans..." the little girl replied in a low voice, her eyes slightly red.Ji Fanyin waved to her:
"Don't be afraid. Just answer whatever I ask. What's your name?"

"I...my name is Xia Xue."

Ji Fanyin smiled:
"Xia Xue? This is a poetic name. Did Bai Weng give it to you?"

Xia Xue shook his head hesitantly:

"It's...the benefactor got the name."

Ji Fanyin asked again:
"Oh? What kind of benefactor?"

Xia Xue suddenly raised her head, glanced at Bao Yide, then quickly lowered her head, shrank her thin body involuntarily, and said in a trembling voice:

"There was a famine at home. I followed my family to seek refuge with my relatives, but I encountered bandits on the road... My parents and brother were both dead. It was sister Xia Qiu who picked me up and brought me back to the temple, and I survived. Later, we wandered around with everyone. here……"

Xia Xue grasped the corners of her clothes uneasily with her hands and murmured:

"The benefactor gave us a place to stay and a...home. There were many homeless people like us. Those two years were the happiest, but then things changed...suddenly. There is a group of people, they... they want to drive us away. If some brothers don't leave, they will, just..."

She was trembling with fear. Ji Fanyin couldn't bear to see her and interrupted her memory:

"Why did they drive you away?"

Xia Xue had cold sweat on her forehead. She was scared and aggrieved, so she choked and said:
"If our benefactor is gone, who will protect us orphans?"

Ji Fanyin asked softly:

"Then do you still remember your benefactor's name?"

"Of course I remember!" Xia Xue, who had always been the timidest, raised her head with respect in her eyes and answered word for word: "She is Miss Miaozhu."

(End of this chapter)