Ruan Tang and Bai Jingheng did not disturb Mr. Bai’s memory of time.

Old Master Bai entered the bedroom of Grandma Ruan, which was destroyed and could not be seen as it was. Ruan Tang squatted in front of the plastic basket and carefully took out all the things thrown in it.

Bai Jingheng looked at the exquisitely crafted embroidery in her hands, and couldn't help but say: "Fortunately these people have no knowledge!"

Otherwise, these embroidery would be either sewn on clothes or sold.

Once sold, it will not be easy to search for it again.

Even if they can be retrieved, they cannot guarantee that they will still be the same!

Although he has a grudge against his family's murder of Grandma Ruan, he has to admit that women like Grandma Ruan who grew up in the new and old-style ideological trends are very epitome and charming of people from their era.

Strong, independent, traditional and open, everyone is full of love and longing for the past culture and the future direction, and the ancient traditional culture of China has been passed down by them!

With this embroidery skill, it is probably enough to set up a sect!

Ruan Tang was originally tidying up with his head down, but he chuckled softly when he heard this: "I was a little grateful to see these things at that time. Fortunately, they didn't know the goods, otherwise I wouldn't know how to retrieve the things left by my grandmother."

Bai Jingheng felt a little strange. He used to think that she was not good at anything, but now he felt that she liked everything, just like...

It was like putting someone in my heart suddenly.

Everything is good!

Ruan Tang was not idle either when he was sorting out.

Bai Jingheng took out all the sketches that were damaged or folded randomly inside, spread them out, and every time he got one, he would say something sad.

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

As he sorted out, he was stunned when he saw a painting painted with colorful crayons.

The crayons on it are the kind used by children, which shows that they were deliberately drawn by the naughty child of the Zou family.

If the person in the painting has no hallucinations, he should be the person he will see in the mirror every day!

It's him.

How could Ruan Tang draw him?

Bai Jingheng looked up at Ruan Tang and found that she was still lowering her head. Her pretty eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if she was worried about the embroidered handkerchiefs that were picked out of the threads.

It makes people want to reach out to smooth it out...

He glanced at it and withdrew his gaze.

I remembered my grandfather’s proposal again. If he had agreed to the marriage, what would it be like now...

Bai Jingheng sighed almost invisible.

There is no if in life, no re-start.

What I missed was that I missed it.

It was because he thought too much and he didn't know how to cherish it, which made her last three years of hard life alone, and made her stay with such a scum, which made her reach the point of committing suicide by cutting her wrists!

More importantly, even if she divorced the scumbag soon, she would not choose him again.

A man who once looked down on her as if he felt redundant even when he looked at her!

"What's wrong with Brother Bai?" Ruan Tang looked up and saw Bai Jingheng looking at him.

I haven't spoken for a long time, and the sound is a bit hoarse when I open my mouth, but it's very soft, and it makes people feel particularly comfortable like soft feathers.
Chapter completed!