Pastoral Trifles: The Poor Girl Turns Over

Chapter 531 Choice 1
Seeing his refusal, Cheng Huan couldn't bear Song Che's suffering, so he tentatively asked, "Why don't we go find Sheng Yi, at least he is our friend!"

Song Fanhua was upset at first, but when he heard Cheng Huan mention Sheng Yi, his face immediately became even uglier. He just came out, so he asked him to beg others, but he was useless at all. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Song Fanhua shook his sleeves Then he walked out, "You have to go by yourself, I won't go!"

Cheng Huan originally had good intentions, but he reprimanded him, and immediately became angry in his heart, but he didn't think that he would really go to Sheng Yi because of this. ruined the temple.

Standing at the door, Song Che shook his head helplessly when he saw the conflict between the two. Cheng Huan went in alone to clean up without saying anything.

When they came back in the evening, the two of them still didn't say much, but they also agreed not to mention the matter of going to Sheng Yi. Cheng Huan slept behind the Buddha statue, Song Che found a corner of the front hall, and Song Fanhua stood by. He propped his chin beside the fire, quietly watching the flames.

In such a situation, how could she sleep soundly? Cheng Huan lay on the ground in a daze with his eyes wide open, when he suddenly felt someone approaching, he quickly closed his eyes, and Song Fanhua covered her with the newly purchased quilt again. Only then turned around and walked back.

Xu Shi was covered with two layers of quilts and it was very warm. Cheng Huan thought about his thoughts again and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up the next day, Song Fanhua was no longer in the ruined temple. Cheng Huan said to Song Che who was standing in front of the altar holding a Buddhist book, "Uncle, where did Brother Fanhua go?"

"He said to go to the palace to see, if he really withdraws his name, he will take us home!" Song Che is a person who has no interest in fame. He likes to read and write, and he likes to write some sour poems. Those officials who bent their waists for power and position didn't have any thoughts that ordinary people should have about Song Fanhua's current actions.

If it is an ordinary person, if his son can read and write like Song Fanhua, I am afraid that the only thing on his mind is to make him stand out and get a salary as an executive.

Cheng Huan didn't come to Beijing this time for the emperor's birthday banquet. She came here for the blood ginseng, and for her grandfather. Itching wanted to bite, but most of the time he really loved her, not to mention that this time her grandfather's condition worsened, although it was not her intention, but she couldn't say that it had nothing to do with it at all, she couldn't go back in such a disheveled way no matter what.

Cheng Huan waited and waited, and finally when Song Fanhua came back, he hurriedly pulled him out of the ruined temple and asked, "But is it true that our names are removed?"

"Well, it's gone, Huan'er. I think the matter has come to an end, and there is no need to get angry with them. It's better to go back and live a good life. Anyway, you and I don't care about these!" Song Fanhua said with a smile, but there was a heavy feeling in his heart. Thinking of knowing the identity of his mother and meeting his grandfather this time, Song Fanhua felt even more sour.

The moment he stepped into Shen's house, he also thought about getting along with them well, but he never expected such an ending.

"No, I can't go." Cheng Huan shook his head immediately, Song Fanhua frowned and said, "Why not?"

Cheng Huan frowned, his face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and told Master Cheng that he needed blood ginseng for his illness. After Song Fanhua listened, he stopped talking for a while, and Cheng Huan could hardly bear to ask him. What do you mean, Song Fanhua said quietly, "Even if you go to the birthday banquet, it is impossible to get blood ginseng?"

(End of this chapter)