The rebirth of the daughter

Chapter 203 Laughing like a spring breeze
Chapter 203 Laughing like a spring breeze
Ban Xia looked at the line of poems on it, smiled lightly and said, "If you draw me again, do you think I look like a fairy?"

A pleasant but slightly cold voice sounded, disturbing Mr. Feng who was painting.

He frowned, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Ban Xia's shy and astonishing face.

In an instant, Young Master Feng's face turned red, and there was nowhere to hide so close, he seemed a little cramped.

He quickly lowered his head, not daring to look into Ban Xia's eyes, as nervous as a child who did something wrong.

Ban Xia chuckled: "Are you afraid of me?"

Young Master Feng quickly raised his eyes, wanted to speak but didn't dare, he just looked at Ban Xia for a second and then lowered his head again.

"I was hurt by someone, can you comfort me!" Ban Xia tricked him to talk to herself step by step.

For a little boy like this whose mind is as pure as a piece of paper, he has to use his weakness to arouse his sympathy and desire for protection.

"Xian, sister fairy, no, don't be afraid." Although Mr. Feng is 20 years old, he can speak like a child.

Ban Xia smiled: "You think I'm a fairy?"

Young Master Feng nodded, his pretty face was reddish, a little shy.

"But I'm not a fairy, I'm just a ghost crawling out of hell."

When saying these words, Banxia finally spoke of true sadness without any falsehood.

Young Master Feng's eyes flickered slightly, and he immediately shook his head in denial: "No, it's not a ghost, it's a fairy."

Ban Xia sat down and took a look at his painting: "You draw very well."

After Mr. Feng was praised, he immediately acted like an excited child: "Sister, sister, you look good."

"You look good too."

After being happy, Mr. Feng fell silent again, staring at the painting in a daze.

Ban Xia knows that if this is not possible, he must first let him speak freely, only then will he get out of here.

She hurriedly said: "Have you ever left Feng Mansion?"

Mr. Feng no longer pays attention to him, now his world only has that painting, and his own world.

Ban Xia reached out to pick up the painting, only in this way did he attract Mr. Feng's attention again.

Before Mr. Feng was displeased, Ban Xia immediately said: "Can you give it to me?"

"Sister." Young Master Feng called out and did not speak again.

Ban Xia knew that he was immersing himself in his own world, so this painting was a part of his world.

Although she couldn't bear it, but now she could only destroy his dream to force him into reality.

So beep, beep a few times, Ban Xia directly tore the painting.

Young Master Feng's eyes widened, and he rushed towards Ban Xia like crazy.

"Give it back to me, give it back to me."

The butler heard the movement and hurried in: "Master, master..."

Mei Xue glared at Ban Xia and hurried to pull Mr. Feng: "Master Xueer is here, Xueer is here."

Master Feng glanced at Xueer, threw himself into Xueer's arms and started crying.

The butler's face was dark, and his attitude changed from being polite before to being unhappy now: "What's the matter with you?"

Ban Xia raised her eyebrows and glanced at them: "If you don't want him to recover, then stay here."

The housekeeper wanted to say something, but was frightened by Ban Xia's sharp eyes.

It was clearly a pair of beautiful eyes brighter than the moon, but the coldness in those eyes made people feel apprehensive from the bottom of their hearts.

"go out."

There was no emotion in the cold voice, but the housekeeper reacted immediately and said, "Everyone go out."

Mei Xue didn't intend to go out at all, she just hugged Mr. Feng like no one else.

Ban Xia frowned, and said coldly: "The housekeeper went to tell the old lady that with this maidservant, Mr. Feng's illness will never be cured for the rest of his life."

When Mei Xue heard this, she glared at Ban Xia angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Ban Xia snorted coldly: "Housekeeper."

The housekeeper hurriedly yelled: "You don't hurry to get out, believe it or not, I will send you back to your hometown today."

Mei Xue was not convinced: "My lord can't leave me."

Ban Xia's beautiful eyes turned cold: "Housekeeper, it seems that Feng Mansion now needs a girl to take charge of the house, it doesn't matter if the disease is not cured."

Hearing that, the butler was shocked all over: "Pa..." He slapped Xuemei's face.

Mei Xue was stunned by this slap, Mei Yu hurried forward and dragged her out,
Then there was Mei Xue's crying outside the door. In her heart, she was already the young mistress of Feng Mansion, so why should she be so useless.

Mr. Feng quit immediately, but Ban Xia took his hand and said: "If you leave, your fairy sister will be gone."

Young Master Feng looked at Ban Xia: "Is the person in the painting right?"

Mr. Feng nodded aggrievedly, his eyes turned red when he saw the torn paper on the ground.

Ban Xia said again: "But I am clearly in front of you, why do you look at the painting and not me?"

Young Master Feng frowned, he didn't know what to say, and couldn't speak, so he looked at Ban Xia timidly and was a little scared.

Looking at his soft and cute appearance, Ban Xia felt an inexplicable sense of guilt as if he had been severely bullied by him.

But in order to treat him, she could only bite the bullet and say: "Because you think the people in the painting are better than me, right? Because the people in the painting won't lose their temper like me, and won't make people like me. Scared, because the people in the painting will be as perfect as you imagined, right?"

Young Master Feng glanced at Ban Xia, then nodded to express his acquiescence.

Ban Xia sighed: "No matter how good the person in the painting is in your imagination, it's just a soulless object."

Obviously Young Master Feng didn't quite understand Ban Xia's words, and looked at Ban Xia with scorching eyes.

Ban Xia smiled: "You talk with me, I tell you my story, do you want to hear it?"

That Young Master Feng nodded, he still didn't dare to get close, but the fairy sister seemed less scary now.

There was a painting before, but now without it he can only face Ban Xia. In fact, Ban Xia forced him to face himself.

"Then tell me, why are you afraid of me?"

Hearing these words, Young Master Feng's thoughts seemed to fly to a terrifying scene, with a panic and anxious expression on his face.

Ban Xia can judge from this point that Mr. Feng should have received some kind of stimulation when he was a child.

"Actually, do you believe that I crawled out of hell?"

Young Master Feng looked up at her, and Ban Xia smiled at him tenaciously: "Some things, even if you don't want to face them, you have to face them when they happen, or you will be a cowardly coward, despised by others and despised by yourself."

After a while, Mr. Feng said a word: "Don't be sad that I'm here."

Ban Xia sighed: "Will you protect me?"

Mr. Feng thought for a while, and finally nodded: "Yes."

"Then will you protect your grandmother?"

"Yes." This time Young Master Feng nodded without thinking.

Ban Xia laughed again, her smile was as beautiful as peach blossoms blooming ten miles in the spring breeze, and Mr. Feng's eyes blinked when he saw it.

People in this world, no matter who they are, have yearning for beauty, even if Mr. Feng is mentally incomplete.

"You look beautiful when you smile." Mr. Feng said this to Ban Xia on his own initiative.

(End of this chapter)