Kiyokawa Danso

Chapter 4 Ling Family Old House
Ling house.

Madam Ling was bathing her pet dog in the garden, and the housekeeper was helping her with a dry towel.

Just in the middle of washing, a maid came and reported that a lady had come to the front hall.

Madam Ling wiped her hands, but did not stand up, she smiled: "A girl from the Fang family again?"

The maid shook her head. She had seen Fang Xue many times, but the young lady who just arrived had a very good face, and her temperament and self-cultivation were far from what the young lady of the Fang family could match.

"She said her surname was Lan, and she made a special trip to visit Mrs. and Mrs."

"Surname Lan?" Mrs. Ling was startled, her thoughts flooded.The big dog took the opportunity to slip away, shook its body, flung water from its wet golden hair, and rubbed her leg flatteringly, making her dumbfounded.

When it comes to people with this rare and distinguished surname, she only knows one person well, and that is her good friend Lan Yuange.

Thinking of this, she suddenly realized that this might be her daughter, Lan Qingchuan, the first daughter of the Lan family who immigrated to France at a young age.

More than ten years ago, Lan Qingchuan, who had just lost his mother, was kidnapped. After being rescued, he was very emaciated, only weeping, but he had no close relatives to take care of him.She looked pitiful, and took care of her for a while.Later, the little girl was taken to France by his grandfather, and he was never seen again.She still remembered that when Lan Qingchuan left, she hugged her tightly and refused to let go. Her Feng'er even secretly followed her car for a long way.

Taking the towel to wipe off the water droplets on her body, Madam Ling stood up with a smile on her face, "So it's her. It's really been a long time."

Hearing this, the housekeeper and the maid looked at each other, they rarely saw Madam so happy about the arrival of a girl.

Lan Qingchuan was led to the living room. She was an experienced maid of the Ling family, and because of her elegant demeanor, she did not dare to neglect her, for fear of offending her.The servant took the gift she brought down with very light footsteps.

In such tranquility, wisps of bitter tea fragrance floated in the air.Lan Qingchuan only took a sip, then put it down, she is not used to strong tea that is astringent and bland.She silently looked at the gold-blue textured porcelain cup. In fact, her impression of the Ling couple had already faded. If they met each other by chance, they might not be able to recognize each other without careful identification.

The maid in the living room stood quietly beside her, silently looking at the unfamiliar young lady.

She had never seen such a beautiful girl before, but she had a calm demeanor with an indifference.Amidst the steam of tea, the girl's face was bright and clean, her eyes were clear and beautiful.Even if you just sit quietly, you can be attracted to it at a glance.The maid has worked in Ling's house for many years, and she thought to herself, if she hadn't been from a well-known family, she would definitely not be able to cultivate such an outstanding and elegant temperament.

When Mrs. Ling came in, Lan Qingchuan was facing her.From a distance, through the green leaves on the red sandalwood flower stand, I could only vaguely see the girl's slender, fair neck and long, graceful and gentle black hair.

It's like a painting, full of pure asterisms.

But when he got closer, he found that the girl was calm and concealed a kind of indifference, not the arrogance of superiority and aristocratic family background, but the youthful coldness with zero sadness that came out from the bottom of her bones.

Especially when the girl heard the sound and turned to meet her eyes, she clearly saw the melancholy and coldness buried deep in those pale black pupils, which made people feel distressed.

Madam Ling's heart softened, and she looked at her lovingly.The plain face and the smile lines at the corners of the mouth quickly overlapped with the blurred face in Lan Qingchuan's memory.

(End of this chapter)