Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 2426 Extra Story. 4
When Fu Ruyuan came, as soon as he saw Foling, he knelt down in front of her with a plop, looked up at Foling's eyebrows and eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Auntie, you are back."

"Yuan'er has grown up, and her features look just like your father and mother." Foling bent down to help Ruyuan up, and gently patted her hand again and again, very lightly.

Fo Ling tilted his head and looked carefully at the wish, his eyes were soft, and a delicate smile slowly appeared on the corner of his lips, like a lotus blooming in a raging fire, enchanting and beautiful.

With the spirit of the past.

She asked softly, "Have you ever met your Uncle Jing Sheng?"

"I've seen it, but my uncle left again, and Yuan'er doesn't know where he went." Seeing that the old Fei Yang disappeared from Fo Ling's eyes, Ru Yuan's tears flowed down his cheeks, and he couldn't stop it no matter what.

"Good boy, don't cry."

Fo Ling raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears for him. She had raised this child in every detail, so she naturally felt sorry for her. Seeing the indifferent look in this child's eyes, she felt very sad.

This kind of indifference is somewhat similar to the Xue Wu back then. After all, they are mother and daughter connected by blood, so how can they be different?
Probably because she knew about her mother and father, she would not repay her love if she got what she wanted, so she has been extremely alienated from any man for so many years.

As he wished, he put his face on the back of Foling's hand: "Auntie, great-grandmother misses you very much."

"You are very filial, and it is not in vain for grandma to love you." Fo Ling murmured softly. The emotion on her face was very light, and she was no longer the person she used to be.

She is the Lord of the Palace of Eternal Life and the Goddess who is in charge of the gods. This time, she and the lower realm of the Seven Brahmas are nothing more than a relationship with each other. Since then, the world has never seen each other again.

At this moment, a girl in a red brocade dress came bouncing towards this side.

Although it is already spring now, but the spring breeze is coming, the girl's fair little face was blown red by the wind, but she didn't pay attention to it, and smiled until the corners of her eyes and brows were shining.

The girl waved her hands and shouted joyfully to the people behind her, "Mom, hurry up."

Song Chen and the others were invisible to the naked eye, so both Buddha Spirit and Qi Fan could see. On the long street, the woman walking quickly was wrapped in a cloak, with a beautiful and quiet face.

Fo Ling smiled, Minghui, the charming and bright girl back then, is already a wife and mother.

Sandalwood came in a whirlwind, and the little girl standing at the door waved her hands in high spirits, a mass of soft red, like a burning fire in the sky and the earth.

In full bloom in the wind, strong and vivid.

When Qin Zhiyu saw the indulgent and savage girl, a slight smile appeared on his face, and he said softly to Fo Ling, "Here comes peace of mind."

An Xin ran towards this side flexibly, and then saluted Qin Zhiyu and others one by one, very polite.

But when they arrived at Fo Ling and Qi Fan's place, the girl's high spirits disappeared for a while, she twisted her little hands together, looked at the two of them timidly and asked, "Are those the aunt and uncle in the painting?"

"Oh?" Qi Fan became interested in the little doll, and the man raised his brows slightly, his stern face with sharp edges and corners was a little gentle: "Why is it in the painting?"

His voice was a bit ethereal, and he couldn't hear the original color, just like his whole body, hidden in front of the Buddha for many years, became an indifferent and empty monk, with an indescribable mistyness.

Xiao Anxin raised her eyebrows and said softly: "I saw you in A Niang's painting, A Niang said you are my uncle, and also said that my aunt and uncle went to a far, far away place and never came back again. .”

"Did you come out of the painting? Auntie will be very happy to see you!" The girl was still young, and she raised her voice, but her voice was soft and green, sounding immature.

(End of this chapter)