Surai Kasih Tiga Lives
Episode 231 Different colors.

Murongyu who heard the sharp words, and pitched the warning became understanding.

That the Father was meeting him at this time, was to warn him as a man.

And not come to see him, as a son.

''Dad need not feel anxious, Ananda has let go of that desire.'' Murongy.

''Even if you still hope, fear that this face will make him again have pain, for your mistakes in the past, then why bother to do that?.'' Continue in the heart.

Hearing the answer, for some reason there was a slight discomfort in Rongxu's heart.

However, immediately the feeling was thrown away.

The atmosphere was a little quiet for a moment, with the rising sun up there, the courtyard of the shop where they were talking was getting hotter.

However, as if they did not feel the temperature change, both and the guards still remained unmoved to move elsewhere.

They didn't even heed the bids of the tavern waitress, to move in a moment ago.

As the father was about to say something to him, Murongyu ordered some snacks, as well as tea to accompany the conversation between the two.

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Meanwhile, Ziaruo who had arrived in front of the clothing store, stopped his footsteps for a moment, and turned his head towards the little boy beside him.

''Let's go in and pick some clothes for you.''

Hearing and seeing the woman's expression, the boy called Ge'er felt awkward.

''Sister ''S...I'm fine with these clothes.''

The boy clutched the shabby clothes attached to his right thigh.

In his little heart, he also desperately wanted new clothes that were worth wearing.

Although the clothes on his body are classified as still wearable, but with a few stitches and fillings of different colors there, he was a little uncomfortable to walk out.

Moreover, in such a crowded place right now.

However, given what the woman had done and given, Cangge felt he did not deserve more.

Cangge's boy was a little numerous, regretting his own rejection just a moment ago.

The face looked down and did not dare look at Ziaruo.

''Cange...You can still wear this shirt, but look here no one is wearing clothes like yours.''

Ziaruo tried to explain to him, with a choice of words that he tried not to hurt the boy's feelings.

In consideration of Ziaruo's thoughts, there were many aspects that he was trying to guard against the boy there.

Although the goal is good, but after a long journey of his life, Ziaruo understands many good things that must be seen from various sides.

Good for him, good goals are not necessarily good for yourself and the minds of others.

He thought it might be possible that the clothes have memories or special stories for the little man of Cangge.

However, with life in the camouflaged city he must still require the boy, to change his appearance.

If that's not the case, with life in the city that prioritizes appearance over sincerity.

Cangge's appearance will now give the boy trouble ahead.

The woman crouched down in front of Cangge, and passed a small hand clutching the tip of her clothes.

Carrying the small hand on his white palm, he said.

''Brother has never questioned anything about you, because only the mind and kindness of Cangge are important.''

Ziaruo held and slowly rubbed the small hand for a moment, before continuing.

''But we will live among them. Try Ge'er see if they look different?.''

Ziaruo pointed at the pedestrians passing by on the street. He did not want the little boy there to feel forced, to change clothes by him.

But he also had to make Cangge take off the clothes on his body.

Cange turned his head towards the direction that was the focus of Ziaruo's eyes.

And sure enough, among the many people who went back and forth, none of them wore the same clothes as his.

They were dressed appropriately, though not from beautiful and luxurious materials.

However, everyone's clothes did not have many stitches, nor patches.

Indeed there are some who are seen wearing shabby clothes and a little stitching.

Cangge boy also had a glance at a beggar at the end of the road, which was not far from where he was. A middle-aged man, with a cracked bowl in place in front of him.

Although the man did not wear good clothes, there was no additional fabric of different colors like the clothes he wore.

Cangge lowered his head for a moment, and a soft voice slid from the lips of the Cangge boy. ''Understanding brother.''

Seeing Cangge's slightly gloomy face, Ziaruo again confirmed that here he did not want himself to be persecuted.

Moreover, if it is a result of his appearance that is considered less worthy.

Cange understood Ziaruo's every intention and explanation.

However, the more he understood the truth there, the more he lowered his head.

In fact, he had subconsciously passed some clear circles that he had been trying to hold back since.

''Emmmm..'' Cangge nodded firmly, with a look of face pointing at the end of his white shoes..

''I'll do anything, that brother said.'' Cange continued to soften in Ziaruo's ears.

His words slightly paused, as a result of trying to withstand the overflowing and rumbling feeling in the heart.

''Thank you..thank you for your attention.'' Connect again.

In the understanding of Cangge, now increased an understanding, that not only the feeling of suffering can drain tears, but also, and the fact is that attention and happiness can also make the little boy's heart want to roar with a loud cry.

Ziaruo pretended not to see the tears that had escaped at the end of Cangge's eyes. He stood up and gently rubbed the small head in front of him, pulling the arm to enter the clothing store.

''Happy da.tang.''

The greeting paused, with a slightly frowning gaze from the clothes shopkeeper.

The twenty-year-old man, displaying a sense of reluctance when he saw Cangge.

Even more so when I saw what the boy was wearing.

Ziaruo stared at the shopkeeper man for a moment, and again gently pulled down Cangge's hand, bringing him in.

In the Audience of that era, a woman wearing a veil was already an ordinary item. Many of them deliberately hide their faces.

However, for the standard of clothing that is usually worn is a sign of status, as well as what service points they will receive.

And here the clothes of the Cangge, had made the shopkeeper underestimate the presence of the two there.

But as a servant in the field of sales services, the man still tried his best to serve.

No matter how bad people look, money is money.

''What can I help you with?.'' Further.

Finding himself still being treated as a buyer, Ziaruo stopped and turned to him and replied. ''Can it trouble you, to choose some clothes for my sister sir.''

Hearing Ziaruo's vocabulary and soft speech, the guard gasped for a moment.

He did not think that women there would use good language, like women of dignity.

He was a little nervous and stunned for a moment. ''Oh.Please, it's at the end of there miss.''

Hearing that, Ziaruo again brought Cangge to the place indicated by the man.

''Cangge you can choose some that suit your wishes.'' Ziaruo litte.

Cangge still looked hesitant, he stared at the neatly arranged row of clothes on the store shelves, and turned to look at the guard who followed the two.

Seeing the gurgle, the shopkeeper advanced closer, while saying. ''This young master wants to choose what kind of clothes?.''

The change in attitude of the shopkeeper, it was really as easy as flipping the palm of his own hand.

He even added the title, as a young master to the Cangge boy.

And it's not without reason.

The shopkeeper's man changed his attitude, because when Ziaruo pulled out Cangge's hand just a moment ago, he saw the jewelry on the woman's arm.

And from the experience he had, it was not something that could be possessed by the people of the lower classes.

Even after looking at the jewelry, he further observed every detail of the simple-looking ornaments hanging on Ziaruo's waist.

Although in his heart he still doubts the identity of both, especially Cangge. However, the Truth of the ornaments on Ziaruo's arms and clothes was real.

He was no longer afraid that they would not be able to pay for the clothes that they would buy.

And even though that was the case, he had anticipated another way of his payment later.

In an instant, the face of his unwillingness had turned into a faint smile.