Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu couldn't remember when the little girl Abi came to Murong's house. Maybe she was eight or nine years old, maybe ten years old. But it doesn't matter whether she is eight or nine years old or ten years old. Although the little girl's face as white as newly peeled water chestnuts is very cute, Murong Fu has been responsible for reviving Dayan since he was a child, so why would he pay attention to a little girl's film?

Murong Fu only remembered that the little girl was wearing a blue dress that day when she came to Murong's house. Her fair face was like a white hibiscus supported by a piece of green lotus, and a black mole like sesame was dotted on a fresh lychee. The nose is even more playful. When she came to a strange place for the first time, the little girl was a little scared. She took a middle-aged man's big hand and hid behind him. Listening to the conversation between the mother and the man, it turned out that the man was the little girl's father. Because he had offended a powerful enemy and could not bear to see his little daughter suffer innocently, he sent his daughter to Murong's house to avoid trouble. When the little girl heard that her father was going to leave her alone, tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't dare to cry out.

At that time, the young Murong Fu saw that this little girl was really fun, so he couldn't help but go up and tease her. He didn't want to make the little girl cry. Murong Fu suddenly acted like a deflated rubber ball, pretending to be calm. Here comes the sentence: "The little girl is trouble, just like my cousin!"

Later, the little girl stopped crying and secretly looked at herself curiously through the gaps between her fingers. Until the moment the middle-aged man left, the little girl held on to the man's clothes and refused to let go with tears in her eyes.

Until the middle-aged man comforted her softly: "Be good, daddy will come to pick you up after the New Year."

But year after year, and I don’t know which year it is, the little girl just settled down in Yanziwu. From then on, there was a little girl beside Murong Fu who studied ink and served tea - although Murong Fu didn't write often and didn't like drinking tea. But the little girl always carefully prepared the tea and placed it in front of Murong Fu. With a sweet smile on her face, she said softly: "Master, drink tea."

Later, Murong Fu gradually fell in love with drinking tea, but he could never write Chinese characters well. To be precise, it was the Central Plains people who never wrote Chinese characters well. He can draw a perfect sword flower with a three-foot green blade, but he can't do anything with a three-inch wolf. But no matter whether Murong Fu was practicing martial arts or writing, Abi always followed her, with her sweet smile on her face, as if she would never be sad or angry.

Later, Mrs. Murong passed away and the young master became a young master. Winter and summer come and go, morning and evening, and Abi has transformed from a smiling little girl into a gentle big girl. The eldest girl hardly knew any martial arts. The only simple self-defense skills she had were taught by Murong Fu, and she learned them very seriously. But she was very accomplished in music. She could play with anything, including cups, bamboos and rocks. She said she was taught by an old gentleman before she came to Murong's house. A fifty-stringed brocade string instrument was her most cherished thing. She wiped it carefully every time and maintained it at all times, just like she did with everything Murong Fu threw aside.

"Abi, have you ever thought about where you will go and what you will do in the future?" A'Zhu asked.

Abi shook her head, her sweet smile still on her face: "I will go wherever the young master goes."

Memories unfold slowly like a scroll of ink landscape paintings of Jiangnan. Deep in the painting building, there are thousands of miles of smoke, bright flowers and dark willows, and endless singing. It is the most difficult to bear the kindness of a beautiful woman.

Murong Fu seemed to have been hit by an acupuncture point. He couldn't even move a finger. There was only one thought in his mind:

Was he forcibly kissed?

It was obviously just a kiss that went away, but in Murong Fu's perception, it was longer than the afternoon when a man counted the fallen plum blossoms under the tree.

Before he could react, Abi had already left Murong Fu's cheek with a blushing face. The brief kiss just now had used up all the courage she could muster.

But she is Abi, and she is as tender as water. Once water is gathered together, it is also very powerful.

"Young master, Abi knows that she is a little girl who takes care of the Murong family. She does not dare to expect anything in this life. She only hopes that she can be by your side forever, serving tea and playing the piano for him. No matter whether he is the Emperor of Yan or a man in white clothes in the future, he will always be with you. That’s the young master.”

Murong Fu took a deep breath and closed his eyes in pain.

The more this happened, the more guilty he felt, and the stronger the feeling of guilty conscience became. To be fair, he also likes this little girl. They say that companionship is the longest confession of love. Didn't he know that Abi was deeply in love with Murong Fu, but the problem was that sometimes, he himself couldn't figure out what he should be. Is it a wandering soul that occupies a magpie's nest and resides in this body, or is it a weird creature whose past and present lives are unknown? If you don't even understand this, how can you have the courage to respond to unnecessary feelings?

But at this moment, his heart, which he tried hard to hold down, was still beating hard, and a voice loudly told him: follow your heart, otherwise you will definitely regret it.

In Abi's eyes, the young master has always been the same young master, but he has become gentler than before. She clearly remembered that night when a group of fierce people broke into the Xiangxiang Pavilion where she and A'Zhu lived. It was the young master who protected her behind him and threw the troublemaking people into the water one by one.

At that moment, how she wished that time could freeze, or, just like what she played that night, she and the young master were a brother and sister from an ordinary fisherman's family.

Murong Fu sighed softly: "Little girl, if this is what you want in your heart, then it is as you wish. Don't regret it in the future. Do you know where your father is now?"

Abi was stunned on the spot, not knowing what the young master meant by this.

Murong Fu sighed softly: "You will be a member of my Murong family for the rest of your life. You must tell your father."

Abi was so smart. She immediately understood what Murong Fu meant. The sudden happiness caused a layer of mist in her beautiful eyes: "Young Master"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Maybe you can try changing your title."

Murong Fu was the only one left in the hall, and at this time, all kinds of thoughts in Murong Fu's mind became a mess.

what's the situation? Didn’t we agree to cut the knot with a sharp knife? Why did you make such a promise in such a hot head?

Abi's father disappeared many years ago. In this world, the only person who can be called a relative is a master named Kang Guangling, known as Qin Dian, the leader of the Eight Friends of Hangu.

Everyone in the world deserves his own share of tears, and it seems that the tears that belong to Murong Fu can only be earned by himself.

The reason why I want to see Kang Guangling is to give Abi a dignity similar to that of Xiangling. Of course, I am not Feng Yuan's unlucky child, and no one in this world is qualified to be that Xue Pan!

"Hey, what is this?"

Murong Fu wailed, holding his head and groaning.

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