Chapter 221 Rong Bing's Regret
The two children were full quickly, but the adults were still slowly savoring the food and chatting.
Seeing Baoya and Ronghe put down their chopsticks, the little maid tactfully brought up several plates of exquisite pastries.
White and plump snow dumplings, soft and delicate green sesame rice cakes, crispy outside and tender inside jujube paste cakes, sweet and delicious pea yellow cakes, and Poria cocos cakes of various flavors.
Rong He rubbed his round belly, his face full of rejection, Bao Ya rubbed his round belly, but felt that he was fine again.
The little maid looked at the two of them and smiled secretly, then went downstairs to bring them a pot of honey and black plum juice to help them digest food.
Rong He held the black plum juice and drank it, while Bao Ya drank it and puffed her cheeks with various snacks.
"By the way, Brother Rong," Baoya said, patting the snack crumbs on her fair and tender hands, "I have a name too. It was given to me by Big Brother!"
When Rong He heard this, he immediately became interested: "Tell me quickly, what's your name?"
"Yunran," Baoya said, "Big brother said that the flowers blooming on the shore and the water trickling around the mountain are a good omen."
Although she didn't know what the poem meant, it had a good meaning.
Rong He understood a little bit and nodded, saying, "It sounds good, and the meaning is quite good."
This poem is from "Spring Day on Difei Mountain" by the great talent Wen in the Tang Dynasty, and was taught by my teacher at home.
It describes the beautiful scenery of Difei Mountain in spring, and expresses the great talent Wen's wish to retire to the mountains, abandon the mundane world, and live a free and easy life.
"What does it mean?" Baoya tilted her head and looked at him in confusion.
Rong He said, "Brother Yun hopes that you can live a carefree and happy life."
That's good.
Baoya doesn't understand what it means to be free and happy. She thinks that being able to eat whatever she wants and go wherever she wants is already free and happy.
Rong He looked at her bright eyes, pursed his lips and smiled.
It’s so nice to be a carefree child. Now that his anorexia has been cured, he will go back to his family in Kyoto with his grandfather after the New Year.
For some reason, even though he had only been in this small town for a short time, he felt extremely reluctant to leave.
In my ear, Baoya was asking, "Brother Rong, after the New Year, my second brother, third sister, and fourth sister and I will go to Yucai Academy to study together. Will you go then?"
Rong He tightened his grip on the cup and replied, "I've hired a teacher at home, so I... probably won't go."
Baoya didn't notice his emotions, just a little regretful: "Okay."
But when she thought that they would be able to meet Rong He often when they came to town to study in the future, that little bit of disappointment disappeared.
"It's okay. My second brother, third sister, fourth sister and I will come to visit you often. We can still play together!"
Rong He took a deep breath and nodded: "Okay!"
On the other side, the four adults were having a great time eating and chatting.
Rong Bing also asked the maid to bring two pots of pear blossom white tea, and he, Zhao Zhilan and Yun Sanlang sipped it.
He didn't expect that Zhao Zhilan, a skinny and inconspicuous old woman, could actually drink a lot.
Across the round table were two cute kids, shaking their heads and chatting about everything.
Rong Bing fixed his gaze on Baoya Yuxue's cute little face, flipped his wrist, tilted his head back and drank the wine in the glass, then sighed slowly.
"I also had a daughter once, very intelligent and beautiful," he said, "but unfortunately..."
Knowing that this had touched upon his sorrow, Zhao Zhilan and Yun Sanlang remained silent.
Rong Bing picked up the wine jug on the table and filled it up for himself.
The sunlight penetrated the window and reflected on Baoya's face, a light golden halo and slightly curled eyelashes.
Those clear and clean eyes look very much like hers.
"Grandma Yun, your granddaughter is so childish and well-behaved. She will surely grow up to be a stunning beauty."
Zhao Zhilan saw Rong Bing's cheeks flushed, knowing he was a little drunk, and replied, "Mr. Rong, your grandson is so young, yet he's already helping people with medicine and supporting this pharmacy. He's sure to achieve great things when he grows up."
Rong Bing waved his hand and gave a wry smile: "Old Lady Yun, do you think I'm just giving you superficial compliments?"
Zhao Zhilan was slightly stunned. Isn’t it?
He Chunxiu and Yun Sanlang on the side were also a little confused.
They had thought that the old man of the Rong family had a different status and position, and even if he invited them to dinner, there would be distinctions between the upper and lower classes. They had not expected him to be so approachable, and he really treated them as distinguished guests.
But even though they were distinguished guests and it was their first time visiting, Rong Bing seemed not to treat them as outsiders and was very friendly and warm.
"Old Lady Yun," Rong Bing said again, "If you have a daughter at home, you should pamper her and take good care of her. If you accidentally lose her or she gets kidnapped by someone else, you'll regret it deeply."
Perhaps he was really drunk, and the sad things from the past were brought to mind, so Rong Bing started talking more.
Zhao Zhilan also managed to utter something: "Mr. Rong, is your daughter missing?"
Rong Bing sighed, shook his head, and slammed the table, saying, "She was kidnapped, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl!"
"How can he still be like this at the age of seventeen or eighteen..." Yun Sanlang didn't react for a moment.
He Chunxiu whispered beside him, "I'm afraid that because his family opposed his relationship, he ran away with his sweetheart."
This kind of thing often happens in wealthy families. The family's precious daughter falls in love with a poor boy who studies hard, and insists on marrying him. If the family disagrees, the daughter will be locked up.
Those with a soft personality would refuse to eat or drink and torture themselves to force their families to make concessions; those with a hard personality would ask their maids to find jobs, and would run away from home with their lovers and go far away.
"If only I had agreed to them, if only I had agreed..."
Rong Bing was really drunk, his face flushed and he was mumbling.
"If I had been more flexible, her child would have been this big."
"Maybe she's a pretty girl. Alas..."
Rong Bing was talking to himself and drinking.
Rong He, who was sitting opposite, finally realized that something was wrong with his grandfather, the troublesome old man.
"Baoya, please sit down and eat for a while. I have to go and take care of my troublesome grandpa first."
"Okay." Baoya sat on the chair, dangling her little feet and nodded obediently.
Rong He jumped off the chair with ease, walked to Rong Bing and snatched the wine glass from his hand.
Then, a little embarrassedly, he apologized to Zhao Zhilan, He Chunxiu, and Yun Sanlang: "Grandma Yun, uncle and aunt, I'm sorry."
"My grandfather has this old habit. When he meets someone he gets along with, he likes to invite them out for dinner and drinks. He can't drink much himself, so he'll say anything when he's drunk. Please bear with me."
Zhao Zhilan waved her hand: "It's okay. Mr. Rong has been practicing medicine and saving lives for many years. He has a kind heart and is a man of character."
Rong He ordered two maids to help Rong Bing back to his room to rest, and ordered another maid to make sobering tea.
Then, like a little adult, he carefully sent Zhao Zhilan, Baoya and the others out the door.
Baoya's two little hands were held by Zhao Zhilan on one side and He Chunxiu on the other. She looked back at the little boy standing at the door of Yaoxian Hall.
Rong He was wearing a plain cotton robe and standing quietly at the door. Behind him was Yan Fei, who was silent and looked like a background board.
Seeing her turn around, he waved to her.
For some reason, at this moment Baoya felt that Rong He seemed a little different, as if his small shoulders were carrying a lot of things.
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