Chapter 8 — Reincarnated into the Kim Minh Tri Association, I will no longer marry Poinsettia Lang

Hinh Tranh has a tall figure. Even though he was kneeling in front of me and I was sitting on a low stool, I still had to raise my head slightly to see the corners of his lips slightly pursed in embarrassment.

"This is a batch made from last year, it's not very good anymore. Miss Xie, just eat it for now."

"How do you know I like to eat this dish?"

"Just take the time to ask a little and you'll know."

"Dude..."

I don't know where Hinh Tranh got the courage. He gently placed his hand on my head, gently pressed it down a bit, and he himself knelt down on one knee, lowering himself to my eye level to talk.

"Eat it. It's sweet. Once you eat it, you won't feel sad anymore."

That sentence suddenly made me feel an indescribably familiar feeling. Just when I was about to remember. A faint voice came from behind, interrupting my thoughts.

"The man under his pillow has gold. Miss Ta is truly very capable, with just one hand she can make others suffer such humiliation."

"I'm willing."

Luc Ba Minh turned back. As soon as he heard Hinh Tranh's answer, his throat choked and his face immediately became extremely unsightly. It's rare to see Luc Ba Minh suffer such a loss, I couldn't help but laugh. In my previous life, Luc Ba Minh always mocked me for being shallow and only wanting to enjoy pleasure. In short, in his eyes, I don't have a single good point. If it was before, maybe now we start to reflect on what we did wrong. In my previous life, I was used to his harshness and harshness. In this life, I have no intention of continuing to endure the pain anymore, so I responded:

"Not distinguishing between right and wrong, he quickly slanders others. If Lord Luc is allowed to take charge of the prison sentence, I'm afraid the prison will be filled with unjust cases."

Luc Ba Minh was so angry that his face turned blue and red. In the end, he could only wave his sleeve and turn around and leave. Watching his back disappear, I felt extremely refreshed. The distribution of porridge ended and the stream of people gradually dispersed. Under the grass tent roof, there are only two of us left. The wind in the countryside and suburbs also seems to carry more liberality and freedom than the wind in Thinh Kinh city.

"Miss Xie, I'm a rude person, I don't know how to say beautiful words."

"But there is one saying, for the sake of the girl I love, even if I go up a mountain of swords or a sea of fire, I will never refuse."

After going through Luc Ba Minh's story, I actually no longer believe so much in the so-called faithful view anymore. But I still couldn't help but be attracted by the sincerity evident in Hinh Tranh's eyes. We know that shouldn't be the case. My appearance right now is still just that of a young girl in her prime, who knows how to be moved by love. But my heart has long withered like rotten wood. In Hinh Tranh, we can feel the passionate and sincere feelings that only belong to teenagers. But we cannot do that. That's not right. Just like a woman has a treasure that helps her return to her youth, but the price she has to pay is to drain the life of a teenager. In my head, there are hundreds of jumbled questions, countless thoughts spinning endlessly. Hinh Tranh slowly told us a story. It is a story about a young girl. She got one The man cheated and ran away with him because of love. In the end, it was discovered that the man was already married. When she learned the truth, she was already pregnant, everything was too late. The fetus has grown and cannot be aborted anymore, the only way is to give birth to the baby. So the noble lady from a wealthy background, in the end, became an outsider who could not reveal herself on the main street. She was originally a proud person, and before her child could grow up, she fell ill and passed away. It was not until he was fourteen years old that the child received his ancestors. In the years before that, it was always wandering outside. At the age of nine, just as he was about to die of starvation. It received a bowl of hot porridge. The little lady wearing a red cotton shirt looks exactly like a little Phuc in a Tet painting, bright and cheerful. Then Hinh Tranh looked at me seriously.

"That person is her."

"If there was no Ta Dieu Thu in this world, there would be no Hinh Tranh to receive his ancestral status today."

"So, I am willing to do anything for her."

I tilted my head slightly, quietly looking at that face, as if I had just remembered something in my head. But it wasn't time for the memories to return.