Nongbao is three and a half years old in the famine year, and the whole family is a big villain

Li Jiuxiu looked at the place where Song Shinian's hand was holding his own, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

Just after leaving the gate of Han Mansion, Song Shinian let go of his hand.

A cold voice sounded, "Go back."

He was walking in front of Li Jiuxiu, and there was only ten steps between them, but Li Jiuxiu felt that this ten steps distance seemed like a gap that could never be crossed.

Thinking of Song Shinian's pleasant expressions when chatting with Luo Yan and the others, he couldn't help but clench his fists.

Especially...the way Song Shinian looked at Luo Yan...

……

"Let's go quickly, we finally got out of the banquet."

Han Qingge hurriedly pulled Luo Jiaojiao and Luo Yan away, saying as he walked, "What's more, there is Zhou Zian who is an eyesore. I don't want to see him."

When it comes to Zhou Zian, Luo Jiaojiao and Luo Yan are impressed by this name.

Well, he is the love rival of his second brother.

"Don't you like Zhou Zian?" Luo Yan said with a smile.

"You're wrong. It's not that I don't like Zhou Zian." Han Qingge looked at Luo Yan with bright eyes, "I don't like all men."

With a strong voice and a calm look on his face.

"I am my father's only daughter at home. I have glory and wealth in my hands. No one in the entire capital dares to offend me."

"But if I marry as a woman, how many men in this world can tolerate my temper?"

"How many men can be like my father and stay together for the rest of their lives?"

"He is in a high position but my mother is the only one from the beginning to the end. How many men can do that?"

Luo Jiaojiao and Luo Yan were silent at the same time.

Han Qingge continued, "I first fell in love four years ago, and my heart and eyes were full of Luo Yan."

Luo Jiaojiao raised her eyes to look at Han Qingge, she had a frank look on her face.

"But he doesn't care about me."

Han Qingge smiled with relief, "I have figured it out now. I, Han Qingge, was born noble. Why should I feel inferior to a man?"

"Missing me is definitely not my problem, it's Luo Yan's lack of luck."

Luo Jiaojiao and Luo Yan are Luo Yan's biological sisters, but they can't say a word for Luo Yan.

She is so free and easy.

The views on gender relations are also too advanced.

Yes, she is the apple of the Prime Minister's eye and is favored by thousands of people.

As long as she speaks, even the moon in the sky will be plucked by Han Feng for her. Why do she have to endure the hardships of being a married woman?

As Han Qingge said, the desperate pursuit of a man like four years ago only happened once.

She is so good, it is never her fault to miss her.

Han Qingge is able to take things up and put them down, he is magnanimous and elegant.

But... Luo Yan is not...

Anyone with a discerning eye can see what he is thinking about Han Qingge.

Thinking of this, Luo Jiaojiao couldn't help but shook her head. Isn't it inappropriate to pursue her wife at the crematorium?

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Today is my birthday, so I should be happy."

Han Qingge suddenly thought of something and clapped his hand suddenly.

"By the way, let me take you to see my father's collection. He has a whole attic of collections!"

Han Feng's Collection Pavilion has a nice name, Roufeng Pavilion.

The entire Roufeng Building is divided into five major areas, including embroidery, calligraphy and painting, guqin, round fans, and rare fabrics on the market.

At a glance, there are hundreds of collections in each area.

But these collections seem to be for the daughter’s family.

Almost every piece of the collection is so exquisite that it’s hard to take your eyes away.

Even Luo Jiaojiao was shocked, "Did your father collect these things for your mother?"

No wonder Luo Jiaojiao asked, these things don't look like things a man would like.

And what Han Qingge likes has nothing to do with these chess, calligraphy and painting.

Just looking at the dazzling collections in the house, Luo Jiaojiao could even think of a gentle and graceful woman. She might be wearing a light-colored dress, sitting by the window playing the piano and painting.

"No, my mother doesn't like these things."

Luo Jiaojiao's feet went weak and she almost tripped, but luckily she held on to the wall, otherwise she would have been thrown to pieces.

She felt like she had just pressed something against the wall.

As soon as this idea emerged from my heart, I saw a wall slowly opening from both sides, revealing an opening for one person to enter.

The three looked at each other.

In the end, Han Qingge made the final decision, "Go in."

Han Qingge was the first to walk in. It was brightly lit and even had a touch of sandalwood incense, which made people feel peaceful.

The darkroom is not big, and you can see the entire darkroom at a glance.

There are dozens of paintings, large and small, all of which are of a woman.

There are people from several years old to teenagers, and it seems that they are watching a woman's growth history.

There is a long table in the dark room. There are some knickknacks on the table, including tiger-head dolls, rattles, and even an embroidered embroidery embroidery.

Luo Yan on the side was stunned and remained silent for a long time.

Luo Jiaojiao also felt that something was wrong. The people in the painting were somewhat imagined by Luo Yan and her, but there were a few slight differences.

Luo Yan murmured to herself, "This is... mother."

Luo Jiaojiao has never met Luo's mother and doesn't know what Luo's mother looks like.

But looking at Luo Yan's expression, I'm afraid the person in the painting is Luo's mother.

Han Qingge frowned instantly, "You said this is your mother?"

"That's not right. If the person in my father's heart is your mother, why do he and the Jiang family seem to be incompatible? I've known since I was a child that our family and the Jiang family don't get along."

Luo Jiaojiao was also puzzled.

Luo Yan looked at the paintings on the wall greedily.

It turns out...my mother was like this when she was a child...

From the time she could remember, the mother in her impression seemed to be no different from the ordinary peasant women in Taohua Village, except that she was a bit prettier than the average peasant women.

It turns out that besides sewing, cooking and working in the field, my mother’s fingers can also be used to draw and paint, and she can also play the piano with her bare hands...

Luo Jiaojiao looked at Han Qingge doubtfully, "Aren't you angry?"

"What are you angry about?"

"The person in your father's heart is not your mother, so you won't be angry?"

Han Qingge shook her head and said, "Don't be angry. My mother is an orphan who is going to be exiled. If it weren't for my father, she would have died on the way to exile."

"It's just that she still doesn't have the destiny to enjoy happiness. She will be gone after I am left."

"My father brought me up as both father and mother. I have no memory of my mother at all. My father did not renew his relationship after my mother died. What is there to be angry about?"

As she spoke, Han Qingge approached the paintings and said, "But I have never been to this place. The women in this painting do look like you."

Luo Yan looked at the painting and didn't look away for a long time, "This is our mother, how come she doesn't look like her?"

She pulled Luo Jiaojiao aside and pointed at Luo's mother's portrait, "Jiaojiao, you were still young when mother left. You may not remember what mother looked like."

"Look, this is my mother, you must remember it."

Luo Jiaojiao listened to the sorrow and longing in Luo Yan's voice and nodded gently.

At this moment, there was a sound from the entrance to the darkroom.

A sharp shout reached the ears of Luo Jiaojiao and others, "Who is here!?"