Although the weather outside was a bit cold, Meng Yao was wearing enough warm clothes. The most important thing was that the room was quite stuffy and she could only sit and listen to other people chatting. Although Meng Yao was a bit lazy and didn't like to move, it was a bit boring to just sit there without any entertainment.
She walked along the path and some servants greeted her on the way, and she responded to them all.
Meng Yao walked around the garden with a lollipop in her mouth. Her fair and tender cheeks were slightly flushed by the cold wind, but Meng Yao didn't care. She rubbed her hands. After all, she had never been a delicate person.
There are many evergreen trees planted in the garden, with round and green branches and leaves stretching out gracefully. Due to the weather, a layer of crystal clear ice has formed on the leaves.
Meng Yao reached out her hand to touch it, only to find it extremely cold. Her hand trembled for a moment, and she retracted it into her sleeve, not forgetting to blow a breath of warm air on her hand.
Meng Yao suddenly thought of her previous world. The conditions at that time were extremely difficult. Wild fruits were rare. The most she ate were tree bark and wild grass. If she was lucky, she could eat coconuts and seafood.
However, she has been eating a lot of meat and fish recently, and has always had a constant supply of snacks and drinks. At this moment, when she sees the leaves, she no longer feels as hungry as before.
But somehow I thought of that big challenge Guan Liang mentioned, and I suddenly became very excited.
She stretched out her fair fingers again and childishly flicked the leaves twice. She felt that the frost on the leaves was about to fall off in the next second.
"Whatever survival challenge it is, go to hell!"
The leaves shook twice, as if they were really begging for mercy.
Just as Meng Yao raised the corner of her mouth to smile, she heard a mellow and pleasant voice coming from behind her.
"Such a big fire, are you taking revenge on Evergreen?"
There was a smile in his voice, not in a blaming way, but in a teasing way.
Meng Yao felt guilty when she heard the voice. She coughed twice, turned her head, and explained seriously, "There is frost on the outside of the leaves. I want to flick the ice off so that it can be warmer, don't you think?"
The other party laughed softly and did not embarrass her: "So I misunderstood you."
Only then did Meng Yao realize that the man opposite her was extremely handsome. Although his pair of peach blossom eyes were smiling, he did not seem to be easy to get along with. His casual windbreaker made him look even taller. He was wearing a gray and white checkered cashmere scarf, which added a bit of laziness to his temperament.
Meng Yao felt that the man opposite her looked very familiar, but she was sure that she had never seen this man before, and there was no content related to him in the original owner's memory.
Meng Yao found that the other party seemed to be looking at her, and there was even a hint of something in his eyes.
After a while, Meng Yao heard him laugh and say again: "If there is something unsatisfactory in life, you might as well solve the problem. Venting your emotions is only a temporary solution, not a permanent one."
Meng Yao certainly knew this, but if she ran over to Guan Liang and told him that she didn't want to participate in any crappy variety show, wouldn't that be the end of it? The original owner would not give up any opportunity to make herself famous, so if she did this, wouldn't that be OOC? !
“Not everything is easy to solve. If everything could be easily solved, there would be no worries.”
Meng Yao talked a lot to him, probably because he was not an important character, so she didn't have too many concerns.
Standing like this and saying words of advice, he really felt like a caring elder.
However, Meng Yao curled her lips and said, "You only say this because you have an obsession in your heart. Not all things can be generalized. I wish you success first!"
"... Then I'll borrow your good words?" The man looked at Meng Yao intently, his eyes a little vague: "I think you look familiar, I wonder..."
Suddenly, footsteps were heard not far away. Meng Yao turned around and saw Rong Yan with a cold face. He walked over slowly and stood in front of Meng Yao as a protector. His voice became a little deeper: "Third Uncle, long time no see, why don't you go sit in the front hall?"
Rong Zhen raised his chin and pointed in the direction of Meng Yao, and asked with interest: "Who is the girl behind you?"
Rong Wei's mouth was still smiling calmly, but a cold light flashed across his eyes: "My wife, Meng Yao."
"So she is my niece's wife? Meng... Meng Yao..." He frowned slightly, and then smiled after a while: "Not bad, a good name, and she is from the Meng family!"
When the uncle and nephew met, the air was tense, as if the explosives would explode in the next moment. This was a war without the smoke of gunpowder.
Rong Yan smiled, but it was a cold smile: "Uncle San has been standing outside for a long time, you should go to the front hall to warm up, grandma misses you very much."
Rong Zhen hesitated for a moment, then raised his lips: "Then let's go."
Rong Zhen walked ahead after he finished speaking.
Rong Wei turned around and glanced at Meng Yao with an indescribably complicated look in his eyes, but he said nothing, just held Meng Yao's hand.
Meng Yao was still thinking about what had just happened. She had heard Rong Zhen's name from Xia Yansen's big mouth more than once, and without exception, it was all derogatory, such as old fox, dog, ungrateful, and unable to know his place... So Meng Yao always thought that Rong Zhen, Rong Wei's third uncle, was already a vicissitudes of life, strict and upright, with a lot of his own calculations. Unexpectedly, Rong Zhen looked so young and dressed quite fashionably.
The character Rong Zhen does not appear much in the plot, and has no direct relationship with the heroine Meng Qingqing, so the author does not write much about him, and only mentions that Rong Zhen and Rong Wei, the uncle and nephew, are not on good terms, and the two even quarrel over the Rong family's property, but Rong Wei wins in the end. As for Rong Zhen's fate, the author did not write about it in detail, after all, he is just an unimportant minor character in his writing.
Meng Yao was walking forward holding the hand of Rong Ying. Her hands had just touched the ice leaves and became cold. Being held in Rong Ying's large hands, whether she felt safe or not was not discussed for the moment, but it was really warm.
Meng Yao blinked her eyes, clenched her little hand into a fist, and snuggled into Rong Wei's warm palm.
Rong Wei was slightly stunned and turned his head to look at her.
Meng Yao gave him a dry smile.
Since it was Rong Wei who took the initiative to hold my hand, then I should make full use of it to keep warm... It’s not too much, right
(End of this chapter)