"That child should be six years old, too?" She whispered in a low voice, thinking that she had not seen the child for so many years, and now she passed by again, so go and have a look!
I think she left a message that year to let the people of Yuwen family take good care of the child. The child should live well these years.
When she entered the city, she followed the road in her memory to Yuwen's house. Although she recovered her daughter's dress and wore a simple blue and blue dress, her whole body was simple and pure, but she was full of Fairy Spirit, not to mention her amazing beautiful face.
However, to achieve her accomplishments, one can turn her own breath into nothingness, let people see her, but she can't remember her. It is clear that she is such a person, but she is ethereal, as if she doesn't exist. As she is now, walking in the busy street, she doesn't attract people's attention. No one pays special attention to her existence He is a humble member of the crowd.
Tang Ning didn't go in from the front door of Yuwen's house, because she only planned to take a look at the child and then left. She didn't intend to disturb the people of Yuwen family.
Although Yuwen's family is very large and full of style, and there are many courtyards in the mansion, she left a wisp of Buddha light and holy power on the child in those years. Therefore, with her breath, she quickly found the figure of the child in a remote courtyard of Yuwen family.
She thought that this child should have a good life in the past few years. Even if it was not rich in luxury and rich food, slaves and servants, she should grow up healthily. However, when she saw the child, she found that everything was not what she thought.
There was only a four or five-year-old boy in the shabby yard. He was very thin. It was too skinny to say anything. His face was blue and yellow. It was the result of long-term malnutrition. Now it was mid October. The weather turned cold. His thin and thin body was only wearing a gray old clothes.
At this time, the little boy was clumsily practicing boxing in the courtyard, but the boxing technique was obviously learned secretly, and he could not learn it completely. Seeing him seriously waving his small fist, he stopped to think about how to continue to practice again. Tang Ning could not help feeling sad.
At the beginning, the little girl she brought back was obviously fat and lovely. However, she brought him back to his family. Instead, she raised him skin and bone. She was a six-year-old child, but she looked like she was four or five years old because of malnutrition.
If you knew that Yuwen family would do this to him, she would not have sent him here.
"Oh! You see, this little bastard who didn't want to learn boxing
"Stinky boy, I haven't seen the second young master yet!"
When two voices came, Downing saw four or five children coming. All of them were about eight or nine years old. They were well-dressed and strong.
When the little boy saw them, he stopped to enter the room, but was stopped. One of the eight year old boy reached out and pushed: "Stinky boy, didn't you hear us call you?"
With a push, the little boy stepped back a few steps and fell to the ground. Half of the steamed bread hidden in his clothes fell out. He reached out to get it, but saw that the steamed bread was trampled by one foot.
"You don't want to feed the dog. Do you want to eat it?" The boy named the second young master crushed the steamed bread with his feet, and then relaxed and said, "ah, you can eat it!"