When you're a father, you take care of people.
The next day, Brother Yu put on new clothes, picked up a jade-handled paper fan, ran outside the door early in the morning, and knocked on the door, saying, "Sister Bao, get up. Today, my little daddy will take you to the garden."
Not long after, he heard a 'dong' sound from inside. Brother Yu sighed and fell to the ground again. Just as he was about to push the door open and enter the house, he heard a shout from inside: "Don't come in yet, little daddy, please wait outside. Let's wait for Sister Qiaoer, just come in." Qiaoer is the personal maid assigned to Baomei by Brother Yu. She is two years older than Baomei, with quick hands and feet and good eyesight, so she can take care of her without worry.
Brother Yu glanced helplessly at Qiao'er who was waiting on the side, "Go in and see where she dropped the bag."
Hearing this, Qiao'er couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering, "Young master, my young lady is doing much better recently."
Brother Yu snorted noncommittally, thinking this girl hasn't even worn a skirt or something; she can't even walk if she changes her clothes.
Since he brought Baomei home from Baoyelai Inn, to prevent her strange clothes from being too eye-catching, he sent his servants to Yibuzhuang to hire someone to make some well-fitting clothes for her. People with children should still wear more colorful dresses, which are soft and delicate. Brother Yu spent a lot of money, and the result was very satisfying to him. He watched Baomei comb her hair and put on some exquisite headdresses, put on a goose-yellow gauze skirt, and he felt that he would buy it in that store next time.
But this girl was always as clumsy as a pig. She either stepped on the hem of her skirt, tripped over a stone, bumped into his back, or fell all over herself.
He asked her angrily and helplessly, "Have you never worn a skirt before?"
Baomei replied, "Of course I have, but I have never worn one this long."
Brother Yu glanced at the hem of the skirt that hung down to his ankles. It was still not too big to step on. He asked doubtfully, "How long did you wear before?"
Baomei moved her hand to her thigh, and Brother Yu glared and shouted, "You are not allowed to wear it in the future!"
She was sprayed bloody by her little daddy, and she pouted and turned her face upside down. Before she traveled to ancient times, she had only worn ultra-short denim skirts. Her mother also praised her for her straight and white legs, even if she wore a skirt. Very beautiful!
Baomei finally clumsily followed Brother Yu onto the street. Bianjing was still slightly cold in early April of the lunar calendar, as if last year's snow had not yet melted away, but the thin willows on both sides of the Bianhe River were still there. New branches have been secretly pulled out, tender and green.
As the Qingming Festival approaches, there are many shops on both sides of the two-hundred-meter-wide Imperial Street from Xuande Gate in the palace city to Xunmen Gate in the south of the outer city. Some shopkeepers have cleared away the dust and weeds in front of their doors early and wiped them down. Hou, with a big smile on his face, was in the store, waiting for customers to come in.
Ever since she traveled across time, Baomei had only wanted to recognize her relatives. After meeting Brother Yu, her mind was filled with the grievances of being rejected. The gold coins she originally had for her life were also snatched away by a group of gangsters. Fortunately, Brother Yu didn't throw them away after all. She also secluded her room so that she could be popular and drink hot food and became the eldest lady in the imperial palace. She happily cultivated a relationship with Brother Yu every day and never left or left the house. She was really the daughter of the boudoir. Lady come down.
But as the days went by, her lively temperament could no longer be suppressed, and she wanted to go out for a walk. This suggestion just went with Brother Yu's wishes, and they hit it off immediately. Brother Yu finally said, "Wait, where?" God will take you out for some fun."
Early that morning, Brother Yu was in a happy mood. He took Baomei out and prepared the carriage. When he came, Baomei changed his mind and said he didn't want to ride at all.
It's so easy to come to ancient times. No matter what kind of car you take, you can take a leisurely stroll and appreciate the folk customs of the city, and then you will know how comfortable it is. Brother Yu looked at her sideways, and Sister Bao stamped her foot.
"Little daddy, do you look down on me? I was a marathon runner back then."
Brother Yu threw his head back and slapped his fan, "Oh - marathon runner? What the hell?"
"It's just long-distance running." Baomei made a running posture on the spot.
"Are you planning to run from here to Daxiangguo Temple?" This girl had better say no. It would take an hour at least to walk from here to Xiangguo Temple. When we get there, it would be strange for the two tired and exhausted people to be in the mood to stroll around.
Brother Yu smiled sweetly and said, "Bao girl, let's walk along the Bianhe River to Lujia Baozi Shop, eat some snacks and hire a car to go to Daxiangguo Temple. What do you think?"
"Forget it, I just can't stand the trouble." Baomei waved her hand and glanced at Brother Yu with disappointment.
He hit Baomei on the head with a fan and said, "I'll let you run wild. Leave whenever you want. Don't expect me to carry you back when you're paralyzed in Xiangguo Temple." There was a bridge but he jumped into the river instead of walking. Even if he was looking for death, he couldn't save her.
She simply tossed her brocade robe, raised her head slightly, and took a step forward with a comfortable stride. Baomei rubbed her sore head, grumbled, and followed.
The two of them walked side by side on the willow embankment, where the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. They avoided the busy urban area and had a quiet time.
"Why don't you take the street?" Baomei felt disappointed as she looked at the distant downtown.
"You want to be criticized?" Brother Yu snickered.
Baomei was confused and stared at him, "Why are you being pointed at?"
Brother Yu got angry and imitated Baomei by holding his nose, "I won't come in! If you don't admit that you are my father, I won't come in!" The tone of the voice was so imitative that Baomei's face turned red.
"I'm afraid that everyone in Bianjing now knows that I have an illegitimate daughter like you. I think it's still a romantic debt I owed when I was young. Do you think it's funny or not?" Brother Yu still looks decent. breaking fingers.
Baomei burst into laughter and said, "How old are you? You are clearly 14."
Brother Yu was stunned, and Baomei suddenly realized that she had said the wrong thing. Brother Yu smiled nonchalantly and continued walking forward.
The two of them were chatting and laughing along the way. Before long, they arrived at the Lujia Steamed Bun Shop. After entering the shop, they called the waiter and chose a table facing the street. They ordered two drawers of hot, freshly baked steamed buns. You grab mine, and I grab them. Yours, it's a pleasure to eat.
Yu Ge is used to playing rogue and doesn't care about other people's eyes. Baomei was born in the United States, and her ears are buzzing about freedom and democracy every day. She is also a person who is used to being unrestrained and free. She has to live out her personality, so even if the store is full of customers at the moment Everyone focused their attention on the two of them, and they both laughed heartily.
Some elderly people sigh and sigh, the world is getting worse!
The plainly dressed woman almost rolled her eyes. She looked at it, looked at it, stuffed the last two buns into her mouth, and grabbed her child's hand and left the bun shop. She couldn't let her child do this immoral thing. Learned it.
Brother Yu looked at the crowd on the side with cold eyes, but with a smile on his face, he chatted with Baomei. There was another table of people in the far southwest corner. Four tall men in martial arts uniforms gathered around the table, and swords were placed on the table. On the table, a person secretly looked at the girl sitting opposite Brother Yu.
Baomei lowered herself to Brother Yu and whispered, "Little daddy, someone has been staring at me."
Brother Yu was about to turn around when Baomei stopped him, "They all carry knives."
Brother Yu immediately understood that this girl was afraid that he would not be able to defeat the opponent. He immediately blinked and said with a smile, "Don't worry, your little daddy has some tricks up his sleeve." He turned his head and met the eyes of the martial arts man.
Seeing Brother Yu's direct gaze, the man nodded slightly and stood up and came closer.
"Sir, miss, please excuse me. I have an unknown matter that I would like to ask this miss." He pointed at Baomei.
Baomei pointed to her nose, "You ask me?"
"Exactly. If you feel that I am being reckless, please forgive me. I just want to ask you, is the plum blossom birthmark on your forehead a congenital condition?"
Baomei was slightly startled, then naturally touched her forehead and found the plum blossom birthmark the size of a fingernail, and nodded, "It was there when I was born."
The man's eyes were a little confused, but he didn't say anything more. He clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Miss, for clarifying my doubts." Then he left and returned to the original table to eat with his companions.
Baomei quietly approached Brother Yu, "Little daddy, look at my birthmark. Is there anything wrong with it?"
Baomei came closer, and Brother Yu noticed for the first time the pale pink plum blossom on her forehead. He touched it with his fingertips. It was not a decoration. At the beginning of their meeting, he just thought that Bao Ya had a delicate face and her eyes were full of aura. This plum blossom he I always thought it was her beauty embellishment, but it turned out to be a birthmark.
A small pale pink plum blossom, coupled with her big, watery eyes, Brother Yu smiled and said, "It's very beautiful."
Baomei was overjoyed when she heard this, revealing the two deep dimples on her lips. Brother Yu smiled bitterly and frowned, pointing at the dimples on her lips, "When did you dig out your dimples?"
Baomei said angrily: "You just picked it, it's always been there, you didn't see it!"
How to be a father! Baomei angrily grabbed a bun and stuffed it into her mouth. She always thought that her little daddy knew everything, but suddenly she was depressed to find that the two of them had been together for many days and he didn't even notice that she had a plum blossom birthmark or dimples.
"Did you see this?" She raised her lotus fingers and showed the golden thread on her little finger in front of Brother Yu. Before Brother Yu could take a closer look, someone next to him knocked over the teapot and stood up in surprise.
Baomei was still showing off her unique mark since she was a child, as if offering a treasure to Brother Yu, but Lou Qingru was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He watched Baomei closely as he kept showing it off in front of Brother Yu. When he moved his hand, there was indeed an imperceptible golden coil at the base of his little finger.
Lou Qingru was a little excited. He lowered his head and glanced at the gold thread at the base of his little finger. Who was this girl in front of him? Although full of doubts, he looked at Baomei who was laughing with the man at the opposite table, but he did not step forward to interrupt. He suppressed his curiosity and called the waiter for a new pot of tea and sat down again, waiting for them to finish.
The young master looked familiar to him, so now was not a good time to ask.
As he sat down, Brother Yu slowly relaxed his tense nerves. As soon as the man moved, he became alert. Only the arrogant girl in front of him was still so proud. There were two lines of sight in front of him and behind him on the left. They are all waiting with an inquiring look.
Wait for what? Wait until they finish eating?
Brother Yu knocked on the basket and said, "Bao girl, do you still want to eat? If you don't want to eat, you're on your way."
"Eat!" Baomei shouted, throwing another one into her mouth and making a vague sound, "Little daddy, where are you going soon?"
"Go home." He blurted out without thinking.