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Chapter 7: Wind House

"Please Mr. Shen!"

Before Liu Yijiao stepped into the mansion, she shouted to the guard guard at the gate.

The second lady and the second young master also honestly walked into the mansion with Butler Liu.

Fengfu is built against the mountain and covers a wide area. It is said that the mansion really accommodates the entire family, and even thousands of people are not crowded. Each independent courtyard, a group of attic houses is simple and grand. There are streams, wooden bridges, mountains, water, flower beds and woods in the mansion, which is comparable to a paradise.

But in this beautiful and elegant mansion, there is an out of place for old courtyard.

Butler Liu walked more and more remotely with Riyi in his arms. After walking for a while, he reached a weedy courtyard. The stone tables in the yard were missing corners, and the stone benches also fell to the ground in sporadic manner. There was also the only small thatched hut. It was broken as if it could collapse when the wind blew, but it persisted tenaciously for so long.

Butler Liu frowned imperceptibly when he saw this scene, and a hint of heartache flashed in his eyes.

The second lady and the guards were still a distance away from there and stopped moving forward. There was a strong disgust on her face. The second young master followed her like a follower, unable to see her expression clearly.

Butler Liu walked into the broken little thatched hut alone with Ripples in his arms. There was only a table with broken legs raised by stones and a shabby wooden bed creaking.

Butler Liu put Ripples on the wooden bed filled with patches. The patch was so patchy that it was invisible. There was also a little blood stain on it, and the whole house was filled with a smell of rotten and moldy wood.

Liu Yi looked at the ripples that looked very quiet and haggard.

"You have suffered. If the master is still there, how could he let them be so arrogant? You are the young lady of the Feng family. But you are born with incomplete minds. You can still protect you when the master is there. I am just a housekeeper who looks at people's faces and can't protect you. If I do something too obvious and I'm being driven away, I'm afraid I won't be able to see you. The master entrusted you to me, but what did I do? I can only come to see you when it's late at night and secretly bring you some food."

Liu Yi seemed to know that no one could hear him talking and started talking to herself, throwing away the seriousness and indifference of the past, the more she spoke, the more sad she became.

Ripples listened quietly, recalling the scenes seen in the original owner's memory, and felt these strange sourness in their hearts.

Whenever the original owner woke up from hunger in the middle of the night, he would always find that on the table with broken legs and in the broken bowls with broken teeth, there were always delicious food that could not even be seen. Sometimes there were a few chicken legs and steamed buns, sometimes there were a few big meat buns, or a bowl of rice and a bowl of braised pork.

Although this is just an ordinary food for the rest of the Feng Mansion, and some people even don’t even bother to look at it, it is already the happiest moment for Feng Lianyi to be able to eat the delicious food that is salivating in the dream at midnight.

Now Lianyi finally realized that it was this middle-aged uncle who had been protecting the original owner in the dark. I am afraid that the patch of the bedding was stitched on the middle-aged uncle who was used to knives and guns. The little blood was proved that even the table with broken legs was weighed by him.

At that time, Feng Lianyi was foolishly thinking that there must be a god who secretly helped her.

At this time, Lianyi didn't know that the inexplicable feelings in her heart were touching. She only knew that she didn't want this uncle to continue to be sad.

"Um…….".
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