On this night, the sea city was thundering and thundering, and the wind was fierce. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info It rained heavily all night, washing the city neatly and brightly. It's just some low-lying and dark corners, leaving muddy and unrecognizable stagnant water.

Qiao Yingying always felt that when she took Sun Mo to check the room yesterday, she forgot to close the doors and windows, and she didn't sleep well all night, so she got up in the morning and rushed to the villa while the wind and rain were gone.

As soon as she entered the courtyard and was about to enter the house, she caught a glimpse of something lying on the grass on the west side of the courtyard, which at first glance seemed familiar.

She immediately trotted over and recognized it at a glance. After a night of wind and rain, the embroidery she had worked hard for nearly two months was stained with mud and dirt, and it was completely unrecognizable. She slowly squatted down and carefully picked up the embroidered painting, her hands were already full of muddy water, her throat was suddenly hot, and her eyes were suddenly full of tears.

That's when her phone rang.

"It rained so hard yesterday, and I was afraid that it would be difficult to walk on the road, so you just rested at home, and you don't have to go there today. Guan Mufeng's voice came from the phone.

Tears rolled down, she held her phone, biting her lip and not daring to make a sound.

Hearing that she didn't answer for a long time, Guan Mufeng couldn't help frowning.

"What's wrong?"

Qiao Yingying finally suppressed the sadness in her heart, and said easily: "Well, I know." I heard that the typhoon is coming to my city's side today, so you should pay more attention. ”

"Well, I will. Guan Mufeng's expression was slightly warm.

"Sir, you are busy, I'll hang up first. Afraid that she would be exposed if she continued to talk about it, Qiao Yingying hurriedly hung up the phone without waiting for Guan Mufeng to answer.

Holding the embroidery painting, gently brushing off the mud on it, many of the silk threads she embroidered with stitches and threads were hooked and hairy, and some were directly broken and detached, and the carefully depicted picture had been out of shape and completely ruined.

She looked up at the wide open window, confused and remorseful.

She clearly remembered to close the window before locking the door, how could it be open?

I knew I should have checked more before leaving.

She wiped her tears, put away the embroidery, found a bag to pack and took home.

The first time he hung up the phone like this, Guan Mufeng was obviously a little surprised.

Maybe there's something going on. He raised an eyebrow, didn't think much more, and returned to the conference room to continue the meeting.

Qiao Yingying returned home, hurriedly pulled out two mouthfuls of food and went into the room.

She had to hurry up and prepare another gift, and now she could get her hands on it and catch up with it, which was to paint.

She stood in front of the easel, holding the brush full of ink, about to fall, but suddenly paused.

She checked the doors and windows so carefully every day, but she was still negligent, and she happened to encounter such bad weather.

Is God suggesting to her not to give this gift?

She turned her head to look at the embroidery that had been cleaned up and hung up.

The man's figure was still upright, holding the scroll, and there was a touch of softness hidden in his eyebrows. The little girl behind the bookcase was staring at him with her cheeks on her cheeks, with a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth.

Although it is a little rough, there is still a strong sense of intimacy in the painting.

Qiao Yingying's fingertips trembled, and a drop of thick ink fell on the drawing paper, instantly spilling away.

It turned out that his mind had unconsciously integrated into that stitch and thread.

With her current state of mind, I'm afraid that as long as something is made by her hands, it will reveal clues...

She held the pen in her hand, and after a moment's pause, lowered her hand.