Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea
Two days later, Hua Xiyuan pulled her son's small hand and was about to go out when they ran into two aunties.
"Missy, are you going out?" asked a quick-witted old lady.
Her face towards strangers always wore a faint, lukewarm smile.
"This garrulous old woman was like an open faucet, talking non-stop: 'Miss, be careful when you go out. Maybe Miss doesn't know, but two days ago the catcher brought people down and said that a flying thief had appeared in the county.'"
He said and gestured to convey his meaning.
"Yes. It's said that this thief only targets men. Poor County Master's son was targeted by the thief and fell for his trick."
The child's small hand tugged at her sleeve: "Mother, are they talking about us as the great thieves?"
Sister would rather die than admit it, sister is being chivalrous and righteous.
How did it become a flying thief?
"It's said that the bandit first targeted another horse carriage, intending to rob those two men. Later, he changed his mind and set his sights on our county master's son instead. Our county master's son has now suffered this calamity and become famous far and wide, it can be said that he is the number one handsome man of our Baichang country."
Hua Yu Yan and her son together: (⊙o⊙)
This rumor is a bit too exaggerated.
Jian Chu Men forgot to bring silver, Hua Xi Yan turned around and went back into the house to get it.
Xiao Mu Mu stood at the door waiting for his mother.
Two big moms saw the absolutely beautiful face of the child in front of them, and their magical hands couldn't help but reach out to pinch the little wooden demon's face.
The old lady's fingers were about to pinch the soft and fluffy steamed buns, but a sudden chill made her fingertips withdraw as quickly as lightning.
The delicate and charming little face, the silly smile that was a sign of affection for her mother, vanished in an instant like fleeting clouds, leaving behind a pair of cold, black eyes. A chill emanated from them, bursting forth on the small face that had lost its smile, exuding an aura that was both startling and intimidating. What's even more daunting is that this aura seemed to be innate to this little face, a natural-born nobility that commanded respect and inviolability.
Two old ladies thought that the scorching sun had baked their brains. This kid followed Hua Xiyan, Hua Xiyan is a waste, this kid is a wild seed, a little waste. No villager has ever doubted this point.
Now they keep a distance from each other like twins who should not be close, with cold and icy intentions under their deep and quiet eyes, retreating step by step.
Huā Yù Rǎn stuffed the money into her pocket and went to the door, where she saw two big moms standing in front of their own door, looking like they were about to go to war. She lowered her head, and her son's small paws grabbed onto her hem, his pale face rubbing against her clothes as he whined: "Mom, mom——"
Whenever he acts cute like this, he must be up to something.
Hua Yu Yan pinched her son's small face. Unexpectedly, this action made the two aunts look like they had seen the end of the world, and they cried out in alarm. Hua Yu Yan looked up again, and the two aunts shook their heads and quickly retreated.
"Mu Mu, how can you bully people like this?"
"Girls, they are tall and big, I am small, can I bully them?"
The son is quite skilled at bullying others. A mother knows her child best. She pinched his little face again: "Stop pretending to be innocent with me."
"Daughter." Huamu Rong looked wronged, raised her small chin, and glared with a wronged gaze, "They wanted to pinch my face, I didn't let them."
It was someone else's idea to poison his hand and destroy his face, wronging his son. Huayu Yan gave her son two wet kisses on the cheeks as compensation and added education: "Good son, in the future, whoever dares to pinch your face, you must learn to take the initiative, and hit their heads into big pig heads."
What kind of education is this?!
He was lying on the wall listening to the corner of the big red brocade, and almost fell down. Xiao Shu Tong supported him with all his might, sweating profusely.
Hua Yucai brought her son back after a walk outside, bought his favorite buns, heated them in the pot for a while, and then served them in a large bowl. The mother and son moved bamboo chairs to sit in the courtyard.
A gentle breeze blows, and the evening sun shines as usual, urging her son to study.
In the afternoon, a large horse carriage came from the village entrance to the flower family's villa.
This carriage is obviously that of a wealthy family, with two brown horses pulling it and a neatly dressed young servant sitting on the seat. On top of the carriage is planted a majestic silk flag fluttering in the wind, embroidered with a large character: Hua.
So cool.
The villagers hid in their own homes, peeking out from their windows.
A luxurious carriage stopped in front of the Huajia Villa.
The little servant lifted the curtain of the carriage, and from inside came not the old master, young master, madam or miss, but only a nurse. But this nurse's demeanor was enough to make one's eyes widen in surprise.
She was wearing a cyan satin jacket with a silver pheasant-shaped brooch on her neatly combed and oiled black bun. A pair of twisted silk silver bangles adorned her hands, and as a servant woman in her thirties or forties, she was at the most clever and capable age, with a quick mind, cunning plans hidden inside, and able to run errands both indoors and outdoors.
A pretty little maid with two ring-shaped buns followed behind, jumped off the carriage, carried a small package, and looked like a little follower.
Everyone sees that a maid in the Flower family lives so luxuriously, it's dazzling. Looking again at the small courtyard where the young lady of the Flower family resides, it is the most dilapidated house in the village. People who don't know the situation may not even be able to tell who is the master and who is the servant.
The maid who came with the Huas was indeed not an ordinary person, but a first-class maid beside Yang Shi, Huo Xiyan's stepmother, known as Wang Shi. Having followed Yang Shi for a long time, it might be her first time to come to such a remote and rural area, so when Wang Shi walked into the gate of the Huas' courtyard, she covered her nose and mouth with a handkerchief, looking disgusted and nauseated.
After glancing around the empty courtyard, Wang's gaze fell on Hua Xiuyan and her son sitting on two bamboo chairs in the yard. The Hua family had ignored this abandoned mother and son for many years. Seeing that what they were wearing was not even comparable to what the little maidservant following behind her wore, a subtle expression flashed across Wang's face as she walked up to Hua Xiuyan: "Eldest Miss, Madam sent me down to bring some things to Eldest Miss and also to take a look at how Eldest Miss and Young Master are doing."
Hearing the voice, Xiao Mu Mu, who was being urged by his mother to recite from the book, lifted up his little head from the book.
The Wang family's gaze fell on Xiao Muzi's delicate face, and she was shocked: She remembered that when this wild child was born six years ago, he looked like a kitten that wouldn't live for long, with a weak cry, and his crying voice couldn't even be heard. Unexpectedly, in just six years, this appearance, this look, is the most handsome child she has ever seen since birth.
Huā Yù Rǎn seemed to ignore Wang, holding a baozi and saying to her son: "Mù Mù, if you get one more character wrong today, I'll give all the baozi you want to eat tonight to Nī Nī."
Most sensitive to eating problems, Xiaohuo Huamu puffed up his cheeks: "Does Nini dare to eat mine?!"
The mother and son were talking to each other, clearly treating her as if she was air. Wang's face turned slightly pale, gritting her teeth in secret: Do you really think you're the master? A discarded wife, a wild seed. The Huas have long considered you two as trash to be disposed of. If it weren't for...
