Rescue the hero who was imprisoned by the cannon fodder sister

Chapter 177 Youth and Unity

After Zhou Yunqi left, Zhou Niantang sat for a short while before getting up and going outside.

It was rare for her to get up so early, so she went to the garden to see the flowers she had planted earlier.

Ever since I opened my own shop, the garden has been taken care of by servants. Right now, a servant is watering the plants with a hose.

Zhou Niantang took over the job naturally.

When the watering was almost done and I was about to turn around and ask someone to turn off the faucet, I saw a figure walking towards the backyard.

Look at the clothes, it’s Zhou Yuan who was in the living room just now, but what was she doing in the backyard?

After handing the water pipe to the servant, Zhou Niantang followed.

Since she was a child, Zhou Yuan has been brought here by her parents to pay New Year's greetings every year during the Spring Festival, and occasionally come here during the Qingming Festival. Although she comes here every year, she is actually not familiar with this place.

Zhou Tonglin's reputation is unique in the entire family, and he is rich, so everyone supports him.

Zhou Yuan recalled the time when she was a child and followed her parents to visit relatives and friends during the Spring Festival. Zhou Yunqi stood on the stairs, looking down at her from above.

At that time, her parents kept pushing her to go over and play with her sister, but she saw Zhou Yunqi had a cold face and didn't dare to get close.

Later, Zhou Niantang, the second daughter of the Zhou family, grew up. Although her health was still not good, she would occasionally come out to meet people during the Chinese New Year.

Zhou Yuan saw with her own eyes that Zhou Niantang timidly hid behind Zhou Yunqi, but was ruthlessly pulled away by Zhou Yunqi.

Zhou Niantang was so scared that she burst into tears on the spot. At that time, she thought, it turns out that this young lady even treats her own sister like this.

So she looked at Zhou Niantang, who was three years younger than her, crying pitifully and wanted to go over and pull her away. However, before she could reach her, Zhou Niantang ran away by herself.

So from then on, even though she was scolded by her parents every time, she no longer took the initiative to get close to the Zhou sisters.

Every time I come here, I feel like I am inferior to them.

In particular, she had never gone up the stairs leading to the second floor of the main building in all these years.

That place seemed to make a strict distinction between the noble and the humble, telling her that she was not worthy of being there.

When Zhou Yuan was about to reach the backyard, she turned around and looked at the flower bed on the side. She remembered that it was here that she met the handsome boy.

Before she was fifteen, she had never known that there were boys in the world who were so handsome. She couldn't think of any adjectives to describe the scene she saw that day.

The young man squatted in front of a bunch of lilies in the drizzle, holding a small piece of cotton thread and a wooden stick in his hands, and seemed to be tying something.

She quietly watched this pleasing scene from a few meters away.

But the boy was very vigilant and soon noticed it. When he turned around and saw her, he frowned, threw away the things in his hand, and walked towards the backyard without looking back.

As the young man let go, a very beautiful lily fell to the ground.

It turned out to be broken, and the boy was trying to tie it up again.

But why did the boy stop this behavior immediately when he saw me, as if running away?

Zhou Yuan picked up the lily and bravely chased after it.

"Your flowers."

The boy looked back at her coldly and retorted, "It's not mine."

She didn't expect that his voice could be so nice. After seeing a hint of pink on the boy's ears, she boldly guessed that he was shy because he saw her.

"If you don't want it, can you give it to me?"

The young man paused for a moment, said in a cold voice: "What does it have to do with me?" and went upstairs.

Zhou Yuan automatically regarded the boy's reaction as shyness, and ripples appeared in her heart.

She held the lily in her arms and didn't want anyone else in the Zhou family to know about it. She just wanted to hide it, so she put the flower in her car.

But after so many years, she hadn't seen the young man again. She once asked the servants here, but they all kept silent and were unwilling to tell her.

If she hadn't later dried the lily and kept it as a collection of dried flowers, she would have thought it was just a dream.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yuan regretted very much that she did not follow the boy into the house in the backyard to find out what was going on.

In fact, she knew that as a teenager, she was very sensitive about her self-esteem. She didn't want to go in because she felt that she was a relative of the Zhou family and a distinguished guest living in the main building.

How could she enter the servants' quarters?

Having not seen him for so many years, she guessed that the boy might not be here anymore.

"Sister Yuanyuan, what are you doing here?"

Zhou Yuan was lost in thought when she was brought back to her senses by a sweet and soft voice. She turned around and saw Zhou Niantang standing behind her.

Seeing the pretty figure standing behind her, Zhou Yuan's eyes dimmed for a moment, but she then concealed it well.

"I just came out to hang out."

Zhou Niantang felt the raindrops falling on the back of his hand, so he kindly reminded Zhou Yuan: "Let's go in, it's starting to rain."

Zhou Yuan agreed and walked towards Zhou Niantang.

She thought about it and still felt unwilling, and she didn't understand why the servants were unwilling to talk about the young man.

But she thought, as the host of the house, Zhou Niantang, perhaps she knew.

So when she walked to Zhou Niantang's side, she asked, "In the past, was there a boy about our age living in the backyard?"

Zhou Niantang's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. Who else could the person Zhou Yuan was talking about be other than Pei Shi?

Pei Shi lived at home for more than four years. During this period, Zhou Yuan came once or twice a year, so it was normal for them to meet.

But she didn't want to talk too much, and she couldn't figure out why Zhou Yuan wanted to know this.

"I'm not sure. I seldom came here before."

Zhou Yuan felt a sinking feeling in her heart when she heard words that were similar to what the servant had told her before. Why was even Zhou Niantang unwilling to tell her?

Is there some shameful secret here?

She didn't want to miss this opportunity, so she pretended to be intimate and took Zhou Niantang's hand: "You should know, right? Is he the child of a servant or housekeeper?"

When Zhou Niantang heard this, he realized that Zhou Yuan probably rarely read financial news or basically never read it.

Otherwise, looking at Pei Shi's face, how could she not know that the down-and-out young man who used to live here has now become a big shot in City A?

"I'm really not sure, but why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

In fact, Zhou Niantang probably knew the answer without asking. Perhaps it was because he had a fleeting glimpse of Zhou Yuan when he was young, and he has never forgotten her.

After all, some people do have the capital to do so just based on their face.

Zhou Yuan's vanity got to her, and she couldn't figure out why Zhou Niantang was unwilling to tell her more about that person.

But she thought to herself that no matter how big the Zhou family was, living under the same roof, how could they not know each other, so Zhou Niantang must be lying.

Thinking of this, she smiled softly and pointed to the flower bed she happened to pass by.

"When I was fifteen, I also came here during the Qingming Festival and saw a lily in full bloom there. The boy picked it and gave it to me."