Chapter 354 The slave family's name is Qian'er, with a weak body, born in Zhao's house (Part 2)
Xiao Qian'er always felt that she was destined to the noble man from the fourth room.
At her young age, most children have just started to explore the things around them curiously, and their memories of what they have played and eaten are short.
Today's things will be forgotten tomorrow, and most of them just need to play carefree and grow up innocently.
But for little Qian'er, who grew up in an abandoned baby home, she was too hungry, too cold, and in too much pain.
Nothing around her gave her a smile, except for the small, round face reflected in the black-tiled water tank.
Therefore, there is no curious exploration of everything. Instead, Xiao Qian'er is a little timid. She only likes to go back to her woodshed where logs will fall down and hit her skull at night, and sleep on the half-rag and half-straw kang.
Go up, stretch your limbs, and roll back and forth happily.
Because of this, she matures earlier than her peers, is sensitive to her surroundings, and has a deeper memory.
So a long time ago, someone from the Abandoned Infant Home told her that she was picked up from the door by the nobleman from the fourth room.
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Xiao Qian'er has remembered these words that were slightly related to her life experience for a long time. Even though she has forgotten who said it, she still remembers it in her little mind.
The lady in the fourth room was my savior.
Before today's maid selection day at the Abandoned Infant Home, Xiao Qian'er often quietly ran to the area where the fourth room was located.
She couldn't enter the house, she didn't dare to enter, and she didn't come to find that expensive lady.
Just simply getting close to the fourth room.
So Xiao Qian'er ran wherever she was free, sweeping leaves, cleaning the floor, or...
She took care of herself and did the work she could do.
Whenever someone from the fourth room approaches, Xiao Qian'er will run away.
Silently doing what she can do.
So today the stewards of each room came to choose a maid, and the place Xiao Qianer wanted to go the most was the fourth room.
However, in the end, it is just a wishful thinking.
The steward of the fourth room, Kun Bo, didn't even look at her, and went to choose other abandoned infant maids with better conditions.
Even if Xiao Qian'er clearly remembers that this Kun Bo must have seen her many times, when she went to clean outside the fourth room silently.
Maybe in his eyes, there are too many slaves like Xiao Qian'er who fawn over the four bedrooms?
However, at this moment, fate does not seem to have completely abandoned Xiao Qian'er.
From the door of the lobby, Kun Bo's respectful voice came.
The eldest lady is here!
Zhao Qianer forgot the pain on her face that felt like hot oil being poured on her face, her defensive posture to resist the possible punches and kicks from the big boy behind her, and she also forgot how miserable she looked at this moment.
She stood up, stood on tiptoes, stretched her neck, and looked out the door eagerly.
He was at a loss, with an expectation in his eyes that he didn't dare to think about but couldn't help but yearn for.
Outside the door, after Kun Bo went out to greet him, faint words could be heard.
Three breaths passed, and the group of the fourth-room lady outside the door still showed no signs of coming in. They seemed to be just passing by.
Xiao Qian'er was lifted violently, and her beating heart suddenly dropped. Her heart seemed to pause for a moment, and she suddenly felt a slight cramp.
She seemed to have regained some consciousness, and the severe pain on her face that she had suppressed before slowly came over her.
Like the tide on a moonlit night, one wave after another, pushing higher and higher.
Xiao Qian'er covered her small breasts and breathed hard. Her face had an unhealthy red color. She didn't know if it was the blood left on the red and swollen scratches or something else.
Her small body suddenly trembled, and the next second she took a panicked step forward, ready to step forward.
At this moment, there was an ouch from behind.
Xiao Qian'er was startled. She turned around and saw the old boy who was squatting on the window sill in such a disreputable manner that his steps slipped and his body fell down.
This scene just caught her eye.
At this moment, it is too late, but it is too soon.
Xiao Qian'er didn't even have time to change the pitiful expression on her face. Without thinking, she leaned forward and reached out to pick it up.
The next second.
"Well!"
"ah!"
thump!
Xiao Qian'er and Zhao Rong fell to the ground together and hit their foreheads.
The former was even more unlucky and was treated as half a meat pad.
It's just that her small body has a few kilograms of flesh, and there is no comfort in the flesh pad.
So Zhao Rong felt uncomfortable, raised his arms, and couldn't help but breathe in.
What's more, Xiao Qian'er seemed to be a disservice.
Xiao Zhaorong rubbed his arms and said angrily: "You did it on purpose, I have a way, how could you have fallen me, and ended up being blocked by you..."
He was so annoyed that as he spoke, his voice gradually became softer, because he saw that something seemed wrong about this unfortunate girl.
Xiao Qian'er fell to the ground on her side, curled up, crying in pain.
The crystal tears made her dirty little cheeks even more discolored, and the expression on her face could not be seen clearly, but her big eyes felt like they were washed away by tears. The corners of her eyes were red, and her eyes were a little blurry. She covered her mouth stupidly and cried,
But he didn't seem to dare to speak too loudly, and his little shoulders were twitching.
Zhao Rong closed his mouth, reached out and patted her arm gently, "Hey, little girl, are you okay?"
At the same time, he looked around, glanced in the direction of the door, lowered the arm that had propped himself up, and fell on the ground next to Xiao Qian'er.
It seems that he is afraid that if he makes too much noise, someone will discover him.
Zhao Qian'er didn't speak. She gritted her teeth and endured the pain while moving back, fearful and wanting to stay away from this strange big boy.
At this moment, the voices coming from outside the door seemed to be getting smaller and smaller.
The lady still didn't come in.
Xiao Qian'er quickly prepared to get up and step forward.
Just the next second, she lay down again, and the big boy behind her pulled her hand. At the same time, his tone seemed a little embarrassed.
"Hey... um, thank you. But don't stand up yet. Check where you hit."
Xiao Qian'er became anxious and retracted her hands with all her strength. She still looked towards the door, wanting to see her benefactor who was just a stone's throw away.
At this time, outside the door, a lady was holding the hand of a little girl in a skirt.
There were two beauties, one big and one small, followed by a large group of maids.
Zhao Kun was standing in front with his fists clasped, listening to the lady's instructions with a serious expression.
It has nothing to do with the selection of maids in the Abandoned Infant Hall after his death, it is a matter of instructing the fourth room.
Next to the noble lady with an indifferent expression, there is a quiet little girl in a skirt. She has a pink and jade-like face and a mole under her left eye. At first glance, she looks like the embryo of a beauty written about in books every day.
She was turning her head and looking around curiously, her beautiful eyes seemed to be searching for something.
At this moment, the noble lady suddenly looked at her, and the little girl in the skirt quickly narrowed her eyes, lowering her eyes and looking at the ground quietly.
The lady said coldly: "Uncle Kun, have you seen Zhao Rong?"
Zhao Kun looked calm and shook his head.
Xiao Qingjun's lips twitched slightly and she smiled quietly.
Brother Rong'er runs so fast.
"You are fooling around every day. Don't come back if you can. He ran fast just now. If he dares to trick Qingjun into running around again...ahem!" The lady frowned and snorted, and suddenly covered her mouth and coughed twice.
Zhao Kun and Xiao Qingjun, who were secretly glad that Brother Rong'er ran so fast, immediately stepped forward eagerly and spoke with concern.
The lady took the handkerchief and waved her hand.
"Zhao Kun, go and do your work. Those maids should be selected earlier."
Zhao Kun nodded, clasped his fists, and left.
The noble lady took Xiao Qingjun's hand and left without even looking at the lobby of the abandoned babies' home.
At a certain moment, before the tall old man entered the door, he paused slightly, turned his head and glanced at the lady's back, and then calmly walked into the door.
…
The voices outside the door suddenly disappeared, and soon the group of people began to move away.
Xiao Qian'er froze on the spot and stopped crying.
There was no sound either.
She lowered her head silently and began to wipe Hua's face with her sleeves. The wounds involved did not make her react at all.
Because it’s really painful and tiring.
The little maid sat on the ground, continued to hug her knees, and buried her head in her knees.
He still had that skilled defensive posture.
But at this time, it was more like a dead thing without any breath.
She didn't pay attention to the big boy beside her who liked to climb the window sill, nor did she pay attention to the names of the selected maids called out by the stewards in the lobby.
Everything outside the knees turned into a black and white silent film, staged silently.
A bright smile continued to appear on her little face.
She continued to think seriously about eating wood after being held down by firewood.
Time also passed by like water.
In the lobby of the Foundling Home, the selection of maids has already ended.
It is true that no one has ever called her name, and she is also one of the few remaining redundant little maids.
One after another figures passed in front of her.
At the end, she and the big boy who had been talking to themselves all afternoon were the only ones left in the back of the hall.
She didn't respond.
Time continues to pass.
The sun was setting in the west, and the green smoke in the distance outside the window was rising straight up.
"Stupid girl, are you hungry? Forget it, it's boring, let's go."
The big boy jumped up, clapped his hands, and finally left.
At a certain moment, in the afterglow of the setting sun, a little girl curled up under the window sill slowly raised her head, instead of picking up the fruits and bruises left by someone next to her.
She lowered her head and walked away silently without saying a word.
Walk on the edge of the road, don't block other people's positions, and don't bother anyone.
Even though the road is empty at this time, there is not a single pedestrian.
Xiao Qian'er returned to her small woodshed.
His stomach growled with hunger.
When the last ray of sunset disappears.
In the dark and quiet woodshed, the little girl, who was too hungry to stand up, smiled and picked up a small stick that looked delicious at first sight.
She carefully pulled out the thorn and then licked her lips.
The next second, the little girl in the darkness lowered her head and opened her mouth.
"Hey, stupid girl, what's delicious about wood? Eat this."
Suddenly a casual voice sounded in the room that only had firewood.
Xiao Qian'er was stunned and turned around to look.
On the window sill, there was a big boy squatting in a posture that he didn't recognize, holding a food box in his hand and smiling brightly.