After hearing this, the expression on the man's face froze. Then he sighed: "How can I live...How can I live? I know what you mean. I originally thought that I could die too, so I would not drag down the child. But later, I heard her call me "Dad" and "Dad" and I thought, after all, I live, and the child has a biological father. If I die too... she sent her to an orphanage-I have inquired about it, and that her child is so old...I don't like to ask for it anymore-"

Rongshu frowned and looked at Ye Yuan: "Sister Yuan..."

But Ye Zhixing ignored him. Instead, he interrupted Yu Zuojian: "You think it makes sense. The children in the orphanage may not be used to being adopted, and they may not be nice to her."

She paused and said, "To be honest, my brother and I are the ones who run a company. The kind of company that lends and collects debts. A few days ago, I got into trouble and was chased by someone, so I ran here. But I answered a phone call yesterday, and this may be coming soon, and we are about to leave."

Yu Zuojian was silent, his lips trembled. After a while, he said, "...No. This time you are all like this. What if one day..."

Ye Zhixing laughed: "Didn't your family also encounter an earthquake? Do you think it's like a movie, and a group of people chasing people all over the street with knives every day? Now it's a civilized society, and we are not a gangster. This time... who hasn't met a car and touched people several times in his life?"

She said again: "I've been married, and I want children. But I can't have a baby-"

When he said this, Rongshu first looked at her in shock, then buried his head deeply, shrugged his shoulders, and prevented him from laughing. Ye Zhixing continued to speak, while pinching his thighs, which made him cover his mouth quickly.

"But I can't give birth. I always want a little girl... Your Qingqing family, I like it from the bottom of my heart..."

Yu Zuojian shook his hand: "Okay, stop talking." He turned his wheelchair and left the table. After a while, he stopped again and took a deep breath: "I'll think about it again."

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Three days later.

Yu Zuojian sat in a wheelchair, groping to button Qingqing and tidy up his hair. Then he stroked his daughter's face with a pair of rough big hands, touching her nose from her eyes to her nose, from her nose to her mouth, and from her mouth to her shoulders. Then his hands tightened and fell deeply into her little red cotton jacket.

"Qingqing, I've gone and listened to my sister's words, study hard, don't miss my father." He trembled his lips and said, "When you get into college, my father will benefit you."

Yu Qingqing pursed his mouth and tears fell down: "But who will wash your clothes and cook for you when I leave?"

Yu Zuojian grinned: "Are you still your aunt and Uncle Wang next door? When you graduate from college, you will hire someone to wash clothes and cook for your father."

Rongshu looked at them for a while, turned his head and walked to the gate of the yard and lit a cigarette, smoking it in a flash.

Ye Zhixing walked to Yu Qingqing and half-squatted down: "Sister will send money to your father every month and find someone to take care of him, okay?"

Yu Qingqing turned around and choked while wiping her tears, saying, "Then, can the food I made for my father be delicious?"

When Yu Zuojian heard this, he burst out laughing... but he cried again. He let go of his hand and pushed Yu Qingqing into Ye Zhixing's arms: "Okay, let's go quickly. Come back every few days to see your father." After that, he quickly turned into the wheelchair and turned into the house, closing the door before tears fell.

Yu Qingqing wanted to chase after him, but was pulled by Ye Zhixing. So the little girl stood there, crying while wiping her eyes hard, and finally shouted to the door: "Dad, wait for me to come back to see you!"

Finally, she turned around and took Ye Zhixing's hand and walked out of the small courtyard in the northern rural area.

Yu Zuojian was in the room and heard Qingqing's voice gradually distant, wiping his face hard.

Then he fumbled to the front of the cupboard, bent down and took out a small paper bag from the bottom of the cupboard. He then came to the inner room, took out a kraft paper envelope from under the quilt on the head of the kang, opened it, counted out the gold yuan inside one by one, and placed neatly on the edge of the kang.

After doing all this, he climbed onto the kang, opened the window, and shouted at the old man Wang's house in the northwest: "Uncle Wang, come to my house at noon!"

Through the high courtyard wall, after a while, Lao Wang responded: "Okay. There was something happening in the house just now - are you a relative here?"

Yu Zuojian smiled: "Relatives in the city have taken Qingqing to study."

Then he added: "Don't forget to come!"

"Hey!"

So he closed the window and lay on the kang.

He closed his eyes and thought about it for a while, grabbed the small paper bag at hand, and poured all the rat medicine inside into his mouth.

It's a bit bitter.

He got up, groped to get the teapot at the end of the kang, poured a few sips of water, and then breathed out with relief.

Ye Zhixing led Yu Qingqing and slowly climbed the mountain from a small path behind the village. Qingqing was still crying, looking back while crying. When the two of them walked halfway up the mountain, Rongshu caught up from behind.

Ye Zhixing asked him with his eyes. Rongshu sighed and nodded.

So she stopped and picked up Yu Qingqing. The girl's body was light and she could touch the bones through her little cotton jacket, as if the wind would be swept away. Ye Zhixing put her wet face on her and hugged her to her chest silently.

Rongshu looked at them, but he stopped talking.

It was not until after nearly an hour that Yu Qingqing fell asleep in Ye Zhixing's arms that Rongshu asked in a low voice: "Sister Yuan, how can you handle this matter... do you really want children? Are you younger than me?"

Ye Zhixing looked down at the little girl in his arms and whispered: "It is one thing to like her. In our hands, he will not say it outwardly on the other hand. The most important thing is that this is a good seedling. He is bold, meticulous and sensible. A girl who is only six years old - please find someone to show me? There is an old Chinese saying called martial arts genius. What is martial arts genius? That's it."

Rong Shu laughed: "Is it still nothing?"

Ye Zhixing stopped and looked at him seriously: "You should know which industry I came from. So, she is a martial arts genius who is invincible."

Rongshu's face became serious. After thinking about it, she said, "But she has no ability..."

Ye Zhixing only asked him one sentence: "How did King Ice die?"

So Rongshu's face changed and he stopped talking.

The two of them got up again. However, no one noticed that Yu Qingqing's closed eyes moved a few times, and then gently held the little hand in his arms.

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Thanks to book friend Yang Xueyu for his reward~
Chapter completed!