During this year, among the bodyguards that Qingyu's father protected, the one that impressed him the most was the bodyguard that protected Qingyu's mother, who traveled across the mountains and rivers to the midwife's house in East Village to give birth to Qingyu's little Ranhong.
The road was gone as soon as the flash flood swept away. The midwife was too old and had difficulty moving. Dad could only carefully spread blankets and quilts in the small carriage, add a bunch of cushions, and walked all the way to the midwife's house via a path known only to the bodyguards. Little Ranhong was quite well-behaved. According to Qingyu's grandmother, who had always been a bit heartless, the child was born without any fuss or fuss just by looking at the rainbow in the sky. Qingyu's father couldn't help but hugged the child and just sat on the horse. He felt the tight strings in his heart loosen up and fell asleep carelessly. Xiao Ranhong giggled as she looked at her father's nose bubbles glowing with colorful light under the setting sun. The midwife wiped her sweat slightly and asked the baby's name. Qingyu's mother looked tenderly at Qingyu's father, who was holding the baby with a satisfied look on his face. She paused for a moment, remembering that this man was so busy returning home after escorting his bodyguard three days ago, and rushed to her midwife without stopping. She looked at the gorgeous rainbow in the clear sky under the setting sun, and a warm feeling filled her heart. What's that?
"Let's call her Ranhong."