Bai Ruotong took a deep breath and continued to look at the thick rice paper in his hand....

This painting depicts her when she was 11 years old, walking alone on the street, holding the orange she had just bought, her face was happy, her smiling eyes were bent, she was wearing a coarse linen dress that did not fit in with her body, and she was particularly conspicuous on the street....

Bai Ruotong sneered, the tears in her eyes overflowed again, it was the first fruit she had eaten since she was a child, she clearly remembered that day, it was very sunny, Li Jinyuan specially sent her silver, she happily went to the street to buy a few catties of citrus, brought it home, put a few in front of Cui's grave, sat in front of the grave and ate a few, and the rest she carefully stored on the pillow, reluctant to eat, took it out and smelled it when she was hungry, and broke a piece and stuffed it into her mouth when she was hungry... To this day, she still remembers the smell clearly...

Bai Ruotong stubbornly raised his head, and tried his best to hold back the tears in his eyes, Bai Ruotong's hand trembled slightly and looked at the next one....

The naïve girl was already slim, and in the painting, she and the other two girls were happily spinning around in the huge hall, the fluttering ponytail spreading in the wind, brushing her smiling eyes, that charming smile, as if it could swallow up any space...

What a precious memory... Bai Ruotong gently hugged the painting to her chest, it was the second year that Wan'er entered Wanchun Building, Wan'er, Shishi and her, they were all very pure back then, her performance in Wanchun Building taught Wan'er how to dance Xinjiang dance, and then the three of them played happily, it was there, it was there, she sent Wan'er on this road hand in hand.... At that time, she just wanted Wan'er not to be oppressed by the bustard... How could you have expected that there would be today's situation...

Bai Ruotong tearfully flipped through the familiar, unfamiliar, remembered, and unremembered paintings, the dusty memories were like a flood that opened the floodgates, surging on her fragile and strong, the memories that she thought she had forgotten were recorded on rice paper, reminding her of the happy and unhappy times...

Who is it... Who is it... Unexpectedly knew her life so well, Bai Ruotong picked up the paintings that fell on the ground, held them in her arms like treasures, and searched for information about the painters in the small bamboo house, but an empty house was quickly swept by her sight, except for the paintings that fell on the ground in twos and threes, there was no valuable information.

Looking down, the four treasures of the study made of white jade attracted Bai Ruotong's attention, Bai Ruotong gently lifted the brush resting on the inkstone, and inadvertently, on the tip of the pen, found a carved "rut" word....

It was he who !! that word, and suddenly wanted to grow a pair of hands, tightly restraining her heart, making her unable to breathe, making her unable to help herself.... How could it be him, why could it be him...

"Providence.... Providence... Everything is providential..."The brush made of white jade slipped weakly from Bai Ruotong's hand, fell on the desk, rolled around a few times and finally lay on the desk obediently, Bai Ruotong raised her head and laughed helplessly, that day, Xuanyuan Zhe said in her ear....

"I've been wondering if we would have been like this if I had told you earlier. ”

Today, at this moment, she finally understood this sentence, if Xuanyuan Zhe told her what he wanted for her earlier, how could she marry instead... How could he marry into the Four Kings' Mansion... How can there be that heartbeat, how can there be today's heartache...

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(Tianjin)