The favorite of the Nongmen group: the female supporting role is a full-level boss

Mo Yuan: "..."

He thought about it and realized that the master was indeed as Gu Baozhu said. If there was something he couldn't tell, he would tell him to keep it secret.

If there was no deliberate explanation, then Gu Baozhu had the right to know.

"I'm telling you." Mo Yuan not only recounted Gu Qingsong's deeds in Xiliang, but also recounted his entire life to Gu Baozhu.

By the time Gu Baozhu finished listening, an hour had passed.

A book of information was spread out on the table, and she read it word by word.

After seeing Gu Qingsong become a high-ranking official and marry a little girl, the admiration in his heart for his father suddenly collapsed overnight.

My mother took the brothers and sisters to endure hardships, while my father took my mother and little brother to enjoy the blessings.

Is this the father who loves them so much according to her mother?

When Erhuzi fell down the hillside in a mischievous manner, his father would pounce on him and make him a human cushion. When Erhuzi was sick and wanted to eat candied haws, his father would exchange the eggs saved at home for money to buy him candied haws. When Erhuzi fell asleep on the bamboo bed, his father would fan him to drive away mosquitoes.

She only knew that her father really loved them and would definitely be the same as Erhuzi's father.

No, her father is as good as Erhuzi's father, but he is not to her and her brothers, but to the little brother born from his mother-in-law.

Mo Yuan saw her hand pressed on the booklet, her head lowered, motionless, he couldn't help but frown, and wanted to say something. She saw a drop of water dripping on the booklet, and the ink slowly smudged, as if to indicate her mood at the moment, a dark cloud hung over it.

"Third Miss." Mo Yuan watched the tears falling one, two, and three times: "This information is still useful. If the tears fade away, you will not be able to see clearly."

Gu Baozhu's tears were choked by Mo Yuan's words, and her fingers were about to dig a hole in the book. Not sure how much time had passed, Gu Baozhu raised her head, her eyes sparkling with tears, and she pursed her lips: "Uncle Mo Yuan, second brother said there are bad people who want to harm us, right?"

"Um?"

Gu Baozhu lowered her tear-stained eyelashes and poked the book with her finger: "People in the village say that my father was eaten by wild beasts. This person must be a bad guy pretending to be my father, right?"

"..."

"They couldn't beat the eldest brother and sister-in-law, so they came up with crooked tricks to make us so sad that they won." Gu Baozhu closed the book, threw it in front of Mo Yuan, and clenched his little fists: "They are so hateful "

"..."

Gu Baozhu stood up excitedly: "I want to see him!"

Mo Yuan did not refuse: "Wash your face."

"No need to wash." Gu Baozhu casually wiped his face with his sleeve, his eyes were wet, like a bullied little rabbit, and followed Mo Yuan to the inn where Gu Qingsong stayed.

Gu Baozhu opened the curtain a little, poked his little head out of the carriage, and looked up at the three-story inn: "Uncle Mo Yuan, do you have his portrait?"

"It's in the car closet."

Gu Baozhu quickly turned it out and looked at the tall and mighty Gu Qingsong in the portrait, with dust in her eyes. He was exactly like the father she imagined, like a hero.

Not the hero of their family.

Gu Baozhu stuffed the portrait into the carriage closet, jumped out of the carriage, and saw Gu Qingsong walking out of the carriage with his head held high.

She stayed where she was.

Gu Qingsong noticed a line of sight staring at him, followed the line of sight, and saw a little girl of eight or nine years old, her watery eyes were red and full of grievance.

His heart palpitated, he recognized Mo Yuan next to him and knew who this child was without even thinking.

"Orb."