The Female Cannon Fodder Is Highly Poisonous

Neither Ruan Tang nor Bai Jingheng disturbed the time of remembrance of Mr. Bai.

Old Man Bai entered the ruined Grandma Ruan's bedroom, while Ruan Tang crouched in front of the plastic basket and carefully took out all the things thrown in it.

Looking at the exquisitely crafted embroidery in her hands, Bai Jingheng couldn't help feeling rejoicing: "Fortunately, these people don't have much knowledge!"

Otherwise, these embroideries may either be sewn on the clothes or sold out.

Once sold, the transaction is completed, and it is not easy to find it back.

Even if they can be retrieved, there is no guarantee that they will still be the same!

Although he has grievances about the murder of his family because of Grandma Ruan, he has to admit that a woman like Grandma Ruan who grew up amidst the old and new trends of thought and war has the epitome and charm of the people of her time in her body.

Strong, independent, traditional and open.

Everyone is full of love and longing for the excellent culture of the past and the bright future.

The ancient traditional culture of Huaguo is also passed down by them!

As far as this embroidery skill is concerned, I am afraid that it is enough to establish a school!

Ruan Tang was tidying up with his head down, but when he heard this, he smiled softly: "I was very lucky to see these things at that time, thanks to their ignorance, otherwise I wouldn't know how to find grandma and leave them behind. of these things."

Ruan Tang's voice was very soft and gentle, and his words seemed to be like a spring breeze.

Bai Jingheng felt that he was a little strange. In the past, he always liked to pick on her because of his grudges.

But now, now I feel that everything is pleasing to the eye, like...

It's like putting a person in my heart suddenly.

Everywhere is good!

When Ruan Tang was tidying up, he was not idle either.

Bai Jingheng took out the damaged or randomly folded sketches one by one, unfolded them, and every time he got a pair, he secretly said it was a pity.

It's a pity that Ruan Tang, a painter, hides under the box!

After tidying up, he was stunned when he saw a blurred painting after being painted with colorful crayons.

The crayons on it are the kind used by children, so it can be seen that the brat of the Zou family did the random drawing.

And the person in the painting, if he didn't have hallucinations, should be the person he sees in the mirror every day!

It's him.

How could Ruan Tang paint him?

Bai Jingheng looked up at Ruan Tang, and found that she was still bowing her head, her delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if she was regretting and worrying about the embroidered handkerchiefs where the threads were picked out.

People can't help but want to reach out to smooth...

He glanced at it, then looked away.

I thought back to my grandfather's proposal back then, if he was the one who agreed to the marriage, what would it be like now...

Bai Jingheng sighed almost invisible.

There is no if in life, and there is no restart.

What was missed at the beginning is missed.

It was because he thought too much, and because he didn't know how to cherish it, that caused her to endure three years of hard life alone, caused her to be with such a scumbag, and made her go to the point of cutting her wrists and committing suicide!

More importantly, even if she divorced that scumbag not long after, she would never choose him again.

A man who once dismissed her as if even looking at her was superfluous!

"What's wrong, Brother Bai?" Ruan Tang raised his head and saw Bai Jingheng looking at him.

I haven't spoken for a long time, and my voice was a little hoarse when I spoke, but it was very soft, like a soft feather, which made people feel extra comfortable.

"It's okay." Bai Jingheng shook his head, and rolled up his sketch by himself.

Bai Jingheng: If Ruan Tang and I got married...

Ruan Tang: You want to trick me into painting only for you? There are no doors!

Good morning on the first day of the new year! Happy voting!