Qin Yan felt that Qin Wanwan was abnormal, wrong, or even sick, but Qin Wanwan would never admit it.
She talks too much and divides others.
In front of recognized elders, she will not cherish words like gold, she will say what needs to be said, and be polite when she should be polite.
But strangely, apart from these people, when facing other people, even the same old people, she instantly lost the desire to speak.
To be precise, it is limited to elders who are related to the parents and treat them well.
If you're respectful enough and polite enough, it's okay to speak, but it won't work if it's someone else.
It has nothing to do with distance, Qin Yan is her elder brother, and she doesn't like to talk unless necessary.
Uh, is this a disease? It shouldn't be.
She has studied a lot of medical skills, but there is no medical skill to say that not liking to talk to others is a disease. At most, it is just a lack of mood.
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Walking to the corridor, a thin woman stood waiting at the end. Her appearance vaguely showed the beauty of her youth, a little vicissitudes of life, but she was calm and quiet. Her hair was all tied up, and she did not wear any luxurious headdress. She looked neat and tidy.
The material of the clothes is brocade, but the color is very low-key. She doesn't look like a rich lady when she wears it. Instead, she has the air of someone who comes from a scholarly family.
Liu Rong introduced: "This is a lowly wife, Su Yin."
Speaking of his wife, Liu Rong's expression was a little unnatural, while Mrs. Liu Su Yin bowed slightly, lowered her body, and her body was almost blocked by the pillars.
Neither of the couple could raise their heads at this moment.
Qin Wanwan naturally knew the origin of Mrs. Liu Rong. The brothel woman was not a pure courteous woman, but she was talented and beautiful. However, she was old and worked as a half-steward in the brothel. She met Liu Rong in her thirties, and their lives changed.
Because of love, Liu Rong married her regardless of the world's eyes.
It is said that Liu Rong loves and respects this lady very much, and does not feel that he cannot hold his head high by marrying such a woman. But today they feel so inferior because of her.
Qin Wanwan stretched out her hand to help Su Yin up: "Auntie, there is no need to bow."
I’m not familiar with it, so I don’t want to say too much. One sentence is the limit, but my attitude should be clearly expressed.
Su Yin and Liu Rong looked at each other, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
The young lady did not look down upon her, but even supported her. Finally, she was able to let go of her anxious heart.
The sound of 'aunt' made her feel even more anxious.
Although Liu Rong said that this young lady was extremely nice, he had never seen her before and felt unsure about her. Now that she has seen Guo, her heart is at ease.
Su Yin smiled lightly, not enthusiastically but with a hint of intimacy: "I have always heard Lao Liu talking about Miss Wanwan, and today I finally saw her. It's like a fairy descending from the earth."
These are not polite words. Su Yin has been in the brothel for so many years and has seen many young and beautiful women, but none of them can compare to the Qin Wanwan in front of her.
Not to mention the ethereal and calm nobility that runs through her body, just her appearance is simply stunning.
There really isn't a bad place to look at.
Seeing that Qin Wanwan didn't answer, Liu Rong immediately stepped forward and took over the conversation: "Su Yin and I have no children, but we have raised two orphans, both of whom are good martial arts students. Do you want to meet Miss Wanwan later?"
Qin Wanwan was talking to different people, and Liu Rong and the others had figured it out before she even noticed it.
So the indifference is not because she is arrogant or unhappy, but simply due to habit.
Qin Wanwan nodded: "Okay."
She has always been tolerant and easy to talk to those she recognized.
The Liu family's house is not big. There is no garden in the third courtyard, just corridors on both sides, a rockery and a small pond in the middle. The pond is quite fat with koi.
Liu Rong's two adopted sons, Liu Wu and Liu Jian, are eleven and eight years old.
He is well-raised. The little boy is not short in stature and has a delicate appearance. Due to his martial arts practice, his skin is a healthy wheat color. He has a masculine and heroic spirit and is full of vitality.
When they saw Qin Wanwan, they knelt down and saluted together, neatly and without any reluctance. Their eyes were a little curious, but they didn't seem rude.
He is well-educated, not like a child from a merchant family, but somewhat like Su Yin.
"I've met the eldest lady."
Qin Wanwan raised her hand: "Get up."
Two gifts are given.
There is no shortage of gold and silver in a merchant's home, and gifts are most valuable because of your heart.
He turned back to talk to Liu Rong: "They are two good young men."
Liu Rong heard this and said quickly: "They still need a martial arts master. The best person I can think of is Young Master Yan, but I don't know if Young Master Yan can like these two boys."
This is because I want to send someone to Qin Yan.
"Go back and ask."
It is Qin Yan's business whether to accept him or not. Qin Yan has no apprentice yet and has never thought about accepting one. However, if it is Uncle Liu's child and it is such a good prospect, he probably will not refuse.
Don't say that it's not good to lick blood with the sword head in the army. There were many people around Qin Yan trying to squeeze in.
Qin Wanwan gave him money, but Qin Yan gave him status. If you have money, you must have power to gain a firm foothold in this world.
The literary world in the DPRK was not prosperous, and they originally followed Qin Yan. The ultimate pursuit of these people was to become a general and a marquis.
Su Yin prepared the meal, and it is said that she cooked it herself.
The food she got was naturally not bad in taste, and it was made according to Qin Wanwan's taste, so she couldn't help but take a few more bites.
After Qin Wanwan left, Su Yin was still sighing: "It feels so unreal that there is someone like Miss Wanwan."
It's beautiful and noble, but also has a sense of indifference and etherealness.
Fengyang has no shortage of noble girls, including princesses, and no shortage of beautiful women, but Qin Wanwan is still unique, with her own cold fairy aura, but her appearance is charming, and she has two points of charm in her coldness.
Not much, will be able to arouse men's desire, not vulgar, not flashy, making people want to stop, but just out of reach.
The fairies in the Heavenly Palace are too cold, and the beauties on earth are too vulgar to describe, but they find them attractive and even women can't help but love them.
Tsk tsk, whenever this person walks around Fengyang Chengduo, the whole city will be stirred up by her.
Liu Rong watched Qin Wanwan grow up and regarded her as half a daughter. She did not appreciate her beauty and only thought her niece was pretty.
"This girl is really good-looking, and the most important thing is that she has a good heart. If she hadn't sent me to Fengyang to find the best doctor, my leg would have been chopped off."
Lameness and amputation are the same words, but they are very different.
Although the lameness is unsightly, he can still walk on his own. Thinking about the days when he was tortured by leg injuries, it was only thanks to Qin Wanwan's death order that he could persevere.
The Qin brothers and sisters called him uncle because of Qin Laosan's face, but he was truly grateful to the Qin brothers and sisters.
Su Yin didn't care that the topic had strayed. She and Liu Rong had different identities and experiences, and looked at things from different angles, so there was no need for in-depth discussion.
He stepped forward and took Liu Rong's hand: "Let's do things well for the young lady, and the children will help you to repay them in the future."
Liu Rong suddenly sighed with joy: "My mother-in-law still understands me."
Su Yin: That intention is all written on your face, even a blind person can see it, okay?