What do you care she throws away?

Even if it's a pillowcase, people are famous, and the picture drawn on it is worth a lot, isn't it?

After Song Xiyun heard the news, his eyes were dark and he fainted.

She originally wanted to get the pillowcase back and use it, but she got the flower pot and got mud, and she had already got 2,000 yuan, so she simply lost the pillowcase.

Jiang Baoguo took Jiang Caijiao to look for the place she said, and after looking for a long time, he brought back a pillowcase that had been soaked in sewage and exuded a burst of stench.

Jiang Xiao's face darkened.

"Go to jail. She dropped only those three words.

And the people with the intention went to check her and knew that she was not only from the Painters Association, and her paintings were sold to Old Man Bai, but also with Chairman Zheng and others in the provincial capital, and they were secretly surprised.

Such a little girl, they don't dare to despise it at all now.

"Xiao Jiang, don't worry, we will take care of this matter. It's that pillowcase, I can't afford to pay for Song Xiyun's economic situation, do you see this matter?" asked the comrade from the police station in private.

Jiang Xiao said helplessly: "I can only consider myself unlucky for this, but I hope you can help me get the flowers back." ”

That pillowcase, in fact, if you don't take it out and sell it for money, all the value is the heart that her grandmother sewed for her by herself.

As for the Anyang talisman diagram above, it is not a loss if she painted it in vain.

"Okay, we know the old man who bought the flowers, that's fine. ”

Jiang Xiao nodded, glanced at Jiang Caijiao, who was cowering in a corner of the police station, and turned around and walked out.

Her heart is hardened now.

The speed of the police station is still very fast.

On the morning of the third day, they returned the pot of flowers to Jiang Xiao.

And with them came a spirited old man, and Liu Guoying.

At this time, Jiang Xiao knew that the person who sold her orchid from Song Xiyun was the same person Liu Guoying told her before, he loved raising orchids, and after reading her paintings, he proposed that this kind of orchid had never been seen before.

The old man's surname is Han, and he is called Han Bo.

"Xiao Jiang, in fact, after I bought this pot of orchids, I felt that it was very similar to the one you painted, so I went to Guoying, but I didn't expect that the flowers were stolen from you. Han Bo shook his head and smiled, and said: "This pot of orchids seems to be a mutant variety, at that time I paid two thousand yuan to take advantage of it, the woman herself opened the price of five hundred yuan, I added one thousand and a half, I originally thought that she was too disadvantaged, but now that I think about it, I am stupid." ”

As soon as he thought that he had bought flowers from a thief, he felt very upset, and today he wanted to come over and apologize to Jiang Xiao in person.

"I don't blame you for this, Uncle Han is a kind person. ”

Song Xiyun's vision is not high, and it is estimated that the price of five hundred can already excite herself, but she didn't expect Han Bo to take the initiative to increase the price to two thousand.

That's a very kind person.

"This orchid ......" Liu Guoying kept looking at the orchid, and finally couldn't help but say to Jiang Xiao: "Can you borrow me for two days?"

When he saw this orchid, he was itching.

Jiang Xiao knew that he liked to paint orchids, plum paintings, and songs, so naturally he didn't disagree with this after hearing this.

"Yes, this orchid is for you," she looked at Liu Guoying slyly, and then said, "But, will you accept me?"

Liu Guoying was stunned and couldn't help but glare at her.