Chapter 235 Parents Are No Longer Here
Rong Bing's lips trembled, and his snow-white beard trembled with his movements.
He was already old, but he was shaking his shoulders and crying like a baby.
Rong He stood beside him, patting his back with his small hands, and whispered, "Grandpa, Grandma Yun and the others are still here."
But Rong Bing no longer cared.
Baoya is Ruoruo's child, his granddaughter!
Unexpectedly, things turned out like this. Zhao Zhilan looked at her third son and daughter-in-law, and gently patted Baoya's shoulder.
He whispered, "Baoya, Grandpa Rong is your biological grandfather, why don't you go over and comfort him?"
Baoya sniffed, jumped off Zhao Zhilan's legs, and ran towards Rong Bing.
"Grandpa," she called softly, "Don't cry, Baoya is here."
"Good boy, I'm sorry for making you suffer!"
Rong Bing took out a handkerchief, wiped his red eyes, and then hugged Baoya in his arms.
Then, the tears that had just stopped couldn't be stopped again.
Baoya sat on his lap and stretched out her little hands to wipe his tears.
Seeing Rong Bing's white beard wet with tears, she tilted her head and thought for a moment, then stretched out her little hand, gently patting Rong Bing's back while muttering softly:
"Sheep, sheep, sheep, jump over the flower wall. The wall is broken, the donkey is pushing the mill. The pig is carrying the firewood, the dog is making the fire. Baoya is kneading steamed buns on the kang!"
When she was very young, she loved to cry. Her mother would hold her and recite these nursery rhymes. As she recited, she would stop crying and fall asleep.
Seeing Rong Bing crying non-stop, she recited it to him, but unexpectedly, Rong Bing cried even harder.
"Sheep, sheep, sheep, jump over the flower wall. The wall is broken, the donkey is pushing the mill. The pig is carrying the firewood, the dog is making the fire. Ruoruo is kneading the steamed buns on the kang."
The gentle and loving voice of his wife seemed to ring in his ears again.
Rong Bing finally stopped crying. He wiped away his tears and gently stroked Baoya's fair, tender and soft little face with his calloused hands that had cured countless patients in Dakang Kingdom.
Baoya's eyes are very similar to her mother Rong Ruoruo's, watery almond-shaped eyes, clean and pure.
When Rong Ruoruo was this old, he was also held in his wife's arms, rocked and coaxed, and the nursery rhyme "Sheep Sheep Sheep" was sung to him.
At that time, he was picking herbs in the pharmacy, and from time to time he looked back at his wife and daughter sitting in the rocking chair.
"It's good that we recognize each other."
When Zhao Zhilan saw this scene, she felt sad. She and He Chunxiu, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, held hands and wiped away tears.
"I didn't expect Baoya to have any relatives in this world," Yun Sanlang's eyes were red, "I wonder if her parents are..."
Before he could finish his words, his mother glared at him and stepped on him.
Yun Sanlang quickly covered his mouth. He had forgotten for a moment that Baoya's parents went up the mountain to collect herbs when Baoya was over two years old one day and never came back.
Everyone in the village believed that the poor foreign couple had encountered a tiger or a wolf and died.
"Baoya, your parents..." Rong Bing spoke carefully.
The words of Yun Jia Sanlang reminded him that although Bao Ya was still young, he felt that Bao Ya should know about the matter between Rong Ruoruo and Feng Wei.
"Grandfather, I know that my parents are dead." Baoya looked at Rong Bing without blinking with her eyes like watery grapes, and her soft voice sounded softly.
"Don't be sad, Grandpa. You still have me. I will sing Yangyang for you in the future."
Rong Bing pinched her little hair and his eyes became sore again.
His little granddaughter is so sensible.
"Go play with your little cousin." Rong Bing grabbed Baoya under the armpit and put her steadily on the ground.
He then instructed Rong He: "He'er, you and Baoya are no strangers to each other. You two go play outside. I will talk to the old lady of the Yun family and Baoya's parents."
Rong He knew that his grandfather was going to discuss Baoya's ownership with Grandma Yun and the others. In two days, they would be returning to their family in Beijing. Baoya had finally been recognized, and his grandfather would definitely want to take Baoya back with him.
In fact, he secretly wanted to take Baoya back with him. The Rong family was too boring. In the capital, he didn't have any good friends of the same age.
However, it would be even better if Baoya and Yunyue could go together.
"Brother Rong."
Baoya was held hand by Rong He and walked out of the living room, and the two went to Rong He's room.
She looked at the little boy walking in front of her, who was a head taller than her, and felt a little strange.
Brother Rong was actually her cousin? She suddenly had a grandfather?
This feeling seems pretty good.
On the other side, in the living room, Rong Bing calmed down and told Zhao Zhilan and the others the story of Baoya's parents.
"My wife and I have three children together, two boys and one girl. This girl is Baoya's biological mother, Rong Ruoruo. With such a precious little girl in the family, the old couple, along with Ruoruo's two older brothers, naturally dote on her to the skies..."
The fragrant tea has gone cold, but the aroma lingers for a long time. Rong Bing's words mixed with the fragrance of tea are a mixture of nostalgia and memories.
Rong Ruoruo has been spoiled since she was a child, but she is not arrogant. She is a gentle and graceful lady from a wealthy family, and she has inherited her father's excellent medical skills.
In addition to helping his father see patients at the Rong family's Yaoxian Pavilion, he also often went to the surrounding areas of the capital to help some poor people.
Originally, with the influence of the Rong family, she only needed to stay at home and wait until she was old enough to get married. Her parents would find a suitable marriage for her and she would live a worry-free life.
But when she was sixteen years old, one day when she was coming back from a medical round, she met Feng Wei who had sprained his foot on the road.
Feng Wei was eighteen or nineteen years old, tall and handsome. At that time, he was a retainer of Prince Heshun and could be considered a promising young man.
Both of them were in their prime, and after a few interactions, they fell in love.
But Rong Ruoruo knew that the Rong family never participated in court disputes and never took sides. So she kept the matter between the two a secret.
Later, Feng Wei had a disagreement with Heshun Wang Zheng, and in a fit of anger, he asked to leave the palace.
Rong Ruoruo was naturally very happy. She took Feng Wei back to the Rong family and thought about settling their marriage.
However, she did not expect that her marriage with Feng Wei would be strongly opposed by her parents.
Having said that, Rong Bing took a deep breath and his eyes turned red again.
He supported his forehead with his skinny hands and said with regret: "It's my fault, it's all my fault..."
"I shouldn't have objected, I shouldn't have separated them, and I shouldn't have..."
She shouldn't have said such nonsense in a fit of anger, asking Ruoruo to choose between the Rong family and Feng Wei!
"Prince Heshun may be young, but he's ruthless," Rong Bing sighed. "I know that Prince Heshun won't let that young man named Feng go even if he asks to leave the palace."
"I just don't want Ruoruo and the Rong family to be implicated by that kid. I didn't expect Ruoruo to be so determined and run away with that kid overnight..."
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