"yes, what, you want to take care of this too? It's only been a few days, and you have to take care of everything, so you really take yourself as a part of this family? ”

As soon as she was emotional, her words hurt people.

After saying that, she herself felt that it seemed to be a little excessive.

But she didn't want to admit that she was wrong, so she turned her back on him so that he wouldn't see through her crampedness.

Maybe this kind of words are a sting in other people's ears, but Ling Rui is not angry with her, and his emotions will not be easily affected by the outside world.

"Xingbao, you don't like me living here? Hate me? He walked up to her, he wanted to see her expression.

She didn't expect him to come in front of her, and as soon as her tall body approached, a sense of oppression hit her.

"You can't hold it, it has nothing to do with me." She replied casually, her eyes looking away.

Inexplicably, at this moment, she didn't dare to raise her eyes to look directly at him.

What is she afraid of?

He looks as warm as jade, full of sunshine, and he doesn't look like the kind of person who has a ghost in his heart.

really responded to that sentence, knowing people and knowing faces but not hearts.

Some people, with a pure and innocent face, can easily and quietly do bad things without being suspected.

"What are you going to do with your paintings?" He saw the paintings spread out on the table next to him.

Beneath the quiet starry sky is a vast grassland, and there is a running girl on the grassland, running in the wind, and her long hair is blown up.

The deep starry sky blue and the black grassland form a gradient connection, and the girl on the grassland wears a red dress, the red is dazzling, the red is fiery, and the blue and black form a strong visual impact effect.

The night sky is full of stars, and the goose-yellow stars are like countless pairs of elf eyes, with souls, and the girl overlooking the ground is like looking at the night with no fingers in the distance.

He doesn't have a high sense of appreciation for art, but he can see from this painting that she is expressing a kind of loneliness that no one perceives.

Loneliness blooms proudly, not succumbing to the breaking free of fate. No matter how dark the night is, no matter how far the road is, no matter how lonely it is, you have to run and not admit defeat.

"Do you understand?" She suspected that he couldn't read her drawings at all.

"I didn't tear this painting, do you believe it?" He finally explained it to himself.

Because I don't want her to hate herself so much.

"Oh." She looked away coldly.

A lot of people will defend themselves, and there's nothing to be excited about.

Explained, it does not mean that it is the truth.

Of course, she was also angry last night before saying that he did it, and when she thought about it, if it was really him, he should have left the "crime scene" immediately and created an alibi for himself. Instead of stupidly waiting in front of the building, waiting for her to come out and see him.

Of course, thinking this doesn't mean that she is completely convinced that this matter has nothing to do with him.

"I don't have any experience in painting, but I have a suggestion, do you want to listen?" He points to the left of the painting, which has been torn off.

The painting is torn from the center-left side, with the girl in the red dress in the center and thus remaining on the right side of the painting.

"......" she didn't speak, which meant that it didn't hurt to listen.

He continued: "You can throw away the painting on the left, you can draw another picture of the daytime scene connecting it with the right one, and glue the right painting to the right side of the daytime scene painting that you will make up later." ”

She savored his suggestion and suddenly realized that it was a great idea.

The girl in the red dress is running, nothing more than looking for the direction of the road, looking for hope.

When the sun is sunny on the left, and the day and night are distinct, can you see hope?