The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

When Mrs. Rong and the master rushed to the hospital, what they saw was Rong Yuanyun who had passed out.

Rong Yuanyun was lying on the hospital bed, his face was pale, his breath was like a silk, no matter how Mrs. Ren Rong called him, he didn't respond.

"Doctor, please save him!" Mrs. Rong almost lost her mind, begging the doctor in a white coat, "As long as you save my child, I will give you whatever you want."

The doctor sighed lightly and shook his head: "Young master of your family originally had a congenital deficiency disease, and this - falling into the water has even aggravated the disease, I'm afraid..."

"Afraid of what?" Rong Ling who was beside her suddenly raised her head. Her hair was still wet and her face was blue from the cold. She was just a female ghost who wanted to kill her. , how did you get here, you can’t cure him?”

She looked at Mrs. Rong: "Mom, quickly tell the housekeeper to contact the best doctor in Beiping. We won't be treating here anymore. My brother - he will be fine..."

"A Ling." At this moment, Rong Yuanyun's weak voice came from the bed.

"Brother!" Rong Ling's eyes brightened immediately, and he rushed to the hospital bed, "How are you, brother? Are you feeling better?"

Rong Yuanyun forced the corners of his lips into a smile, then shifted his gaze to Master Rong and Mrs. Rong: "Dad, Mom."

"Hey." Mrs. Rong held Rong Yuanyun's hand with tears in her eyes.

"Don't blame the doctor, I'm the one coughing... I'm useless." Rong Yuanyun said with difficulty, "My son is not filial, so he can no longer stay with his parents."

"Don't talk nonsense." Mrs. Rong said, "Aren't you still fine now? Don't worry, mom will find a way..."

Rong Yuanyun didn't answer this sentence: "After I left, Shuyi became a widow. She is still young, so it would be unfortunate to marry me."

At this time, the silent Master Rong also wiped away his tears: "Don't say such frustrating words, don't worry, Dad will find someone to cure your illness, huh?"

"I know my body better than anyone else, so I don't need to worry about it." Rong Yuanyun took a deep breath and coughed three or two times, "It is my blessing that my son was born in the Rong family. I don't have any worries anymore, the only thing I can't let go of is Shuyi, she is as old as Ah Ling, she shouldn't marry me..."

Rong Yuanyun struggled to breathe every time he said a word: "If she wants to remarry in the future, you can let her go, sell the antiques, calligraphy and paintings in my house, and give her some dowry. If she doesn't want to, please accept her as a pawn." Goddamn daughter, the world is more chaotic than ever, if she is a girl wandering around, it will always be bad..."

"What can't let go of is calligraphy?" Rong Ling interrupted him, "Brother, look at Wang Shu, she's here too, even if it's for Wang Shu, you should live well."

Ye Wangshu was crying so hard that he couldn't speak a word by the hospital bed.

"Silly girl..." Rong Yuanyun didn't look at Ye Wangshu, but looked at Rong Ling gently, "You don't understand."

Ye Wangshu is his love, Zhong Shuyi is his righteousness.

After all, this love can't go on the right path, only righteousness can still leave a bit of decency.

After saying this, Rong Yuanyun choked violently as if being choked by something, his face suddenly turned pale, and he could no longer speak.

"Doctor, where is the doctor..." Mrs. Rong panicked and turned around to look for the doctor, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw.

Rong Yuanyun still didn't hold back, and after a week, he quietly died on the hospital bed.

His last wish was very simple, to tell his parents and Rong Ling to treat him as if he had forgotten that he had a son and elder brother, and live a good life in the future.

As for the widow Zhong Shuyi, she has already been married once, and I am afraid that remarrying may not be satisfactory, so she begged her parents to take her as a foster daughter for his sake.

This autumn, he couldn't make it through after all.

Inside Rong's house, it has been a good winter.

All the leaves on the vines fell off, and the ivy turned into ashes, and it was the first snow in Beiping since the beginning of winter, and the vast expanse of whiteness was so clean.

The only thing more dazzling than this snow is the paper money flying all over the sky in the winter wind.

They fly, fly, but they can't fly out of this deep house after all.

The red lanterns hanging in the porch were originally put up when they got married a month ago, but now they have to be taken down and replaced by lanterns that are as white as dead faces.

Rong Ling was dressed in hemp and mourning, kneeling in front of Rong Yuanyun's coffin in the mourning hall, surrounded by endless weeping.

She didn't know how long she knelt until her legs were numb, and the sky had already darkened, but there was still no sign of getting up.

A few days passed, and the number of people in the mourning hall changed from less to more, and then from more to less. It was not without persuasion from the guests who came to mourn, but Rong Ling stayed in front of the coffin as if he couldn't hear him.

—For several days in a row, she didn't eat or drink, and she was so skinny that she didn't have any energy.

The light in Rong Ling's eyes in the past also disappeared.

All the sounds in her ears, the sights in front of her eyes, all turned into nothingness in her ears and eyes.

The pictures in front of her flashed like a revolving lantern. Sometimes it was Rong Yuanyun leading her to the lotus pond to pick off flower buds in summer, and sometimes he was in an old house, covering for her when she was punctured by branches. paper kite.

When the little girl got the kite, her face, which was covered with tears and snot, suddenly turned into a smile.

At this time, Rong Yuanyun took out a handkerchief and wiped her face clean: "Our A Ling is so fond of crying, I don't know which young master can bear it in the future?"

The little Rong Ling didn't take it seriously: "With my brother here, I don't want anyone's young master."

Tears unknowingly flowed from the sockets of his eyes, congealed on Rong Ling's slender chin, and a figure was reflected in the teardrops.

It's Zhong Shuyi, she's not having a good time these few days, she has to accompany Mrs. Rong during the day to hold up her energy to welcome and see off guests, and at night she has to comfort Mrs. Rong who is crying uncontrollably. big circle.

Rong Ling didn't notice her appearance at all, until a Qianqiansu hand was stretched out in front of him, with a square handkerchief in the palm.

Tears were pooling in her eyes, she raised her head dimly with tears in her eyes,—the eyes were shining brightly under the lamplight.

"What do you mean?" Rong Ling asked knowingly.

Zhong Shuyi didn't know it, so he took Rong Ling's hand and put the handkerchief in her hand.

Zhong Shuyi's eyes were full of clarity, he pointed his finger at himself, then at his eyes, moved left and right a few times, and then pointed at Rong Ling.

I take care you.

I will take care of you.

At this moment, Rong Ling only hated why she had to learn this sign language in the first place. She would rather not understand half of what Zhong Shuyi said.

If it wasn't for her, if it wasn't for saving her, the person he saved first would be his elder brother, without those ten minutes of choking water, maybe Rong Yuanyun wouldn't be...

Thinking of this, the emotions that he had been suppressing finally erupted at this moment, Rong Ling withdrew his hand from Zhong Shuyi's, almost squeezing it out from the root of his teeth-sentence: "Who wants you to take care of you, if there is no you... "

Without her, she would never have met Jian Bojun, let alone go to the park.

If it weren't for her, my brother could have escaped this unreasonable disaster and stayed in front of him well.

Nothing would have happened without her.

Hatred turned into rage, Rong Ling straightened his back abruptly, pulling away from Zhong Shuyi, the handkerchief she handed her was also thrown to the ground by Rong Ling.

Zhong Shuyi's eyes darkened, her lips moved, and she picked up the handkerchief again.

From the beginning to the end, the expression on her face was like that of Fang Gujing, and it was difficult to see other emotions.

Sadness, or loss, could not be found on her face.

"Why don't you cry?" Rong Ling asked, his eyes were like a sharp sword, ready to shoot through the other party, "He is your husband, and he died to save you. Doesn't this get you back tears?"

These days, Rong Ling heard the cries of many people, Mrs. Rong's, Ye Wangshu's, and visitors from all walks of life, but Zhong Shuyi, she never shed a single tear.

Poor her brother was still thinking about her before he died.

Rong Ling grabbed Zhong Shuyi's wrist, like a ghost crawling out of hell to take his life: "Cry, why don't you cry, my brother lost his life because of you, you shed tears for him , is it that difficult?"

The Rong Ling in front of him was so strange, Zhong Shuyi opened his eyes and looked at her, unable to even refute.

Once upon a time, when she was called Zhong Zhaodi, she would also cry.

Crying every day, crying every night, crying when I was beaten, and crying when I fell while carrying water in winter.

Until she cried until her eyes were covered with a layer of veil, Zhong Shuyi suddenly came to her senses.

She was originally a mute, if she became blind from crying again, wouldn't she have no way out?

Zhong Shuyi blinked, took back the tears, and couldn't answer.

"Heh." Rong Ling let go of her wrist, as if all the strength in her body had been taken away, and she looked weakly at the coffin in front of her, "Brother, this is the person you will miss until you die, my good sister in the future."

She obviously didn't eat anything, but suddenly her stomach turned upside down, as if she was about to vomit something.

Rong Ling propped his palms on the ground, and after a while of retching, he was already dizzy.

Zhong Shuyi couldn't care about anything else immediately, and helped him up.

"Let go." Rong Ling wanted to push him away, but his wrists were weak and he had no strength.

Her resistance was clear, Zhong Shuyi felt a pain in his heart, and picked her up.

Rong Ling lay limply on her back, even though she was wearing a padded jacket behind her, Zhong Shuyi could still feel how thin she was.

She didn't know what she was thinking, and Lu You carried Rong Ling back to the backyard in a daze.

The entire Rong Mansion was busy with Rong Yuanyun's funeral, there was not even a maid serving in the backyard, so Zhong Shuyi had to go to the kitchen to make a bowl of hot porridge by himself.

Rong Ling was lying on the bed, unwilling to even look at it.

Zhong Shuyi put down the bowl, turned around and looked for a pen and paper. He didn't know what he had written on it, and handed it to Rong Ling——

"You are starving, and you will only make your parents sad."

Zhong Shuyi's father was a down-and-out scholar in the previous dynasty, so she also learned good handwriting, beautiful and elegant.

Rong Ling glanced at it, and said coldly: "There's no need to threaten me. I don't have an appetite when you're here. If you leave, I'll eat naturally."

Zhong Shuyi knew that she didn't need to tell lies, so she put down the pen and paper, put the porridge on the bedside, and left.

Walking out of the room, he bumped into Qiushui, the girl serving in Rong Ling's room.

Qiu Shui hurriedly said, "Hi, Ma'am."

Zhong Shuyi glanced at her, nodded, and pointed to the room.

She made a lip shape silently: "Take care of her."

Qiu Shui is also used to communicating with her like this these days, and hurriedly responded: "This is the duty of a servant, so don't worry, the eldest lady."

There were still many things to be busy, so Zhong Shuyi left without looking back.

Qiu Shui couldn't help but look back, with some doubts in his eyes.

For some reason, she inexplicably felt that after marrying into the Rong Mansion, the eldest lady became more like a master every day. During the "conversation" just now, she saw the shadow of the eldest lady in a trance.