Chapter 279 Father and Daughter Meet

Mo Yuan: "..."

He thought about it, and the master was indeed as Gu Baozhu said. If there was something that could not be said, he would tell him to keep it secret.

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

"I'll tell you." Mo Yuan not only repeated Gu Qingsong's deeds in Xiliang, but also his entire life to Gu Baozhu.

When Gu Baozhu finished listening, an hour had passed.

A document was spread out on the table, and she read it word by word.

When she saw that Gu Qingsong became a high-ranking official and married a young woman, her admiration for her father collapsed overnight.

Mother brought them brothers and sisters to suffer, and father brought young mother and little brother to enjoy happiness.

Is this the father who loves them very much in their mother's mouth?

When Erhuzi fell down the hillside because of mischief, his father would rush over to make a human cushion for him. 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. Erhuzi fell asleep on the bamboo bed, and his father would fan him to drive away mosquitoes.

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

No, her father was as good as Erhuzi's father, but he was not good to her and her brothers, but to her younger brother.

Mo Yuan saw her hand on the book, her head drooping, motionless, and couldn't help frowning, wanting to say something. Then he saw a drop of water dripping on the book, and the ink slowly spread, as if to show her mood at the moment, and a layer of dark clouds covered it.

"Miss San." Mo Yuan saw the tears falling one, two, and three drops: "This information is still useful. If the tears spread, you won't 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. After an unknown amount of time, Gu Baozhu raised her head, her eyes sparkling with tears. She pursed her lips: "Uncle Mo Yuan, my second brother said that there are bad guys who want to harm us, right?"

"Huh?"

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

"..."

"They couldn't beat my eldest brother and sister-in-law, so they came up with a crooked trick to make us sad to death, and then they won." Gu Baozhu closed the book, threw it in front of Mo Yuan, and clenched her fists: "They are so hateful!"

"..."

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

Mo Yuan didn't refuse: "Wash your face."

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

Gu Baozhu lifted the curtain a little, poked her 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 closet."

Gu Baozhu quickly flipped it out and looked at the tall and mighty Gu Qingsong in the portrait. Her eyes seemed to be covered with dust. This was exactly the same as her imagined father, like a hero.

But not the hero of their family.

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

She froze in place.

Gu Qingsong felt a line of sight staring at him. Following the line of sight, he saw a little girl of eight or nine years old, with red eyes and grievance.

He was shocked, and he recognized Mo Yuan next to him. He knew who this child was without thinking.

"Baozhu."