Wang Cuiyu was surprised: "Baoxuan, when did your grandfather tell you that he had eaten poisonous wild fruits?"

It's so scary, I knew she wouldn't have booked a ticket.

Zhao Baoxuan disagreed: "When I was in elementary school, he said that he often fainted after eating a wild fruit or tasting a herb, and he said that these are nothing, and the poison of some aggressive animals is powerful." ”

As she spoke, Zhao Baoxuan added another plan to herself: "Uncle Wei, when I go to Jincun tomorrow, I will remember to pick a handful of weeds for herbal tea to bring back to my grandfather." ”

Zhang Wuwei said: "Okay, I remember where I saw the kind of grass that makes herbal tea." ”

He picked one of the drawings on the table and brought it to his eyes, took out his pen and drew a piece of grass on it.

Zhao Baoxuan's mind suddenly flashed with inspiration, and she seemed to understand the boss's intentions, and cooperated: "Oh! That's this grass, I've seen it!"

Then she also picked up the drawing with the portrait of Meng Po, and drew a piece of grass next to the pavilion: "And here, at that time, I just thought that this grass was very beautiful, and the small flowers on it were colorful, and I thought that if I myself would buy a villa in the future, and then plant this kind of flower in the yard, how beautiful it would be! ”

Wang Cuiyu's whole person is not good, the pavilion and the figure painting, after filling up a piece of grass, almost coincides with her memory: "You two still see these?"

Zhao Baoxuan deliberately pointed to the statue and said: "Mom, this statue, the people of Jincun Village say that it is the god Meng Po, there are many in the village, everywhere, if I go a few more times, I can draw everything I see for you to see." ”

Wang Cuiyu lost his voice and said: "It's not a work of art, what are you painting it for! Look how ugly you are, I just praised you for painting well, that's because you can't draw." You three-legged cat kung fu, you dare to paint a statue, you want people to beat you for me, right?"

Later, the voice became more and more angry.

Zhang Wuwei played a round: "We mainly paint buildings, and these statues belong to a part of folk customs, although they are very chic, but they are not the focus of our investigation. We mainly investigate the structure and pattern of the dwellings, which is very valuable for reference when making cultural squares or restoring historical relics. As for painting those statues, it is Bao Xuan's professional habit, and she likes it very much when she sees a vintage artwork, which is understandable. ”

Hearing this earnest explanation, Wang Cuiyu's face softened slightly: "Okay, Xiao Zhang, I know, you said that you came to us for help, but in fact, you let us rest assured that Bao Xuan would follow you to Jincun." ”

Zhang Wuwei paused, he really didn't mean that, but he still made a mistake: "Yes, please rest assured, Bao Xuan is my colleague, and I will call me uncle in terms of seniority, and I will take care of her safety in public and private." ”

Wang Cuiyu really didn't feel at ease: "What's the use of saying it? As long as Baoxuan goes to Jincun, my heart is hanging, and she won't go anywhere at home, so my heart can be put down." ”

Zhao Baoxuan rolled her eyes and pursed her lips.

Zhang Wuwei looked secretly amused, his goal had been achieved, and he took the initiative to put away the drawings on the table: "Mr. Zhao, Mrs. Zhao, excuse me, I'll see you tomorrow morning." ”