Chapter 178： My unique little painter

Chapter 178 My unique little painter

Beautiful things will always be coveted by wolves, tigers and leopards.

Even Fu Wenzhi himself is one of them.

He knows better than anyone how tempting a soul like Tang Wan is to selfish and evil people like them.

He is the kind of person who will rush to Tangwan without hesitation no matter how many times he has the opportunity to choose.

She is always her only choice.

Like a murderer lurking in the darkness, he also feels the light of the deserted moon.

Tang Wan turned around and caught Fu Wenzhi's gaze.

To this day, she is actually familiar with the feeling of finding Fu Wenzhi's gaze whenever she turns around.

As long as Fu Wenzhi is around, I will always notice his sight.

From the beginning, I felt uncomfortable, but now I have become somewhat accustomed to it.

Tang Wan was stunned for a moment when he saw Fu Wenzhi, as if he was a little surprised, and then slowly smiled.

Looks a bit like your own shadow.

The look of never leaving.

But Tang Wan also knows that the so-called is always a lie.

 She is not very old, but has experienced too many things, so the word "seems" is added to everything, leaving room for success.

It seems that only in this way, I will not feel sad because of failed expectations.

Finally, Tang Wan was discharged from the hospital.

In fact, for those who care about Tang Wan, what they are more worried about is Tang Wan’s psychological injury.

We have known each other for more than half a year, and basically everyone knows that Tang Wan cannot speak because she has a taboo in her heart.

A very serious psychological suggestion that made her "unable" to speak.

So everyone is trying their best to get Tang Wan to speak, but with little effect.

At this moment, Si Huai suddenly spoke: "I don't think so. I heard her call her mother last time."

Lu Lin:? ? ?

Lu Lin subconsciously turned to look at Si Huai, with some strange emotions in his eyes.

But soon Si Huai shook his head again: "But it was only that one time, and she only shouted this word."

Lu Lin lowered his head, stretched out his hand, subconsciously touched his chin, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said: "Perhaps Tangtang's refusal to speak has something to do with her mother?"

Si Huai disagreed a little. To be honest, he couldn't accept Lu Lin talking about his lover in such a speculative tone.

But how their lover died and why Tang Wan couldn't speak are questions they have no answers to.

 Reason told Si Huai that what Lu Lin said was probably correct, but his emotions were subconsciously escaping him. It seemed that this way, he would not have to face the fact that his home was broken.

Si Huai stretched out his hand and pressed the root of his mountain, suppressing the negative emotions in his heart, and then said: "If I guess based on what you said, there is only one possibility."

At this point, Si Huai paused, and his expressionless face took on a gloomy look: "That is, Tangtang faced Nana's death head-on."

The atmosphere in the room was a bit condensed, no one spoke, and only air seemed to be flowing between them.

This speculation is really hard to accept.

How old was Tangtang at that time?

It seems that he has just turned three years old...

If you really face the death of your mother, and your mother tells you not to speak, you should hide it...

Then it all makes sense.

But is this a little too cruel?

Isn’t it a little too...

Si Enzhi immediately covered his mouth and swallowed the sobs in his mouth.

Her eyes instantly turned red, and the cold expression on her face suddenly changed. The sentimental Grandma Lu had long since burst into tears.

She knew that Tangtang had a hard time in the orphanage, knew that she was a good child, and knew that even though she suffered a lot of torture, she was still a very good child.

She was already very distressed.

However, it is too devastating to face the death of a loved one who is accompanying you.

Even an adult cannot bear the pain, how can she, a little kid, bear it?

“Woo.” Grandma Lu suddenly fell into Grandpa Lu’s arms, crying so hard that she was out of breath.

Why can’t good people live a long life?

Obviously the people in the Xue family are very good people.

They have clearly sacrificed everything for the motherland, for the peace of the mountains and seas, and for the hard-won peace, but why have they become cold monuments?

Grandma Lu couldn’t figure it out.

No one can figure it out.

Everyone present is an adult, children cannot listen to this.

What they didn't expect was that Pei Yunzhou had a listening earphone in his ear, and Fu Wenzhi could hear the conversation.

Fu Wenzhi listened to their voices, looked at the information on the computer, and tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously.

Have you seen your mother die with your own eyes?

Fu Wenzhi's mind flashed with Tang Wan's appearance, and he tried to draw a complete picture of Tang Wan in his mind based on the news.

It’s not her appearance, nor her daily habits, something so superficial.

Being pretty is just her most insignificant advantage.

Finally, when the sound there completely disappeared, Fu Wenzhi turned off the device.

Fu Wenzhi knew it.

Suffering does not create beautiful flowers.

Tang Wan’s good fortune is not caused by these hardships.

She does not need to bloom from suffering, she is the best flower.

Fu Wenzhi tidied the table, packed his schoolbag, and walked out of the house as usual to get ready for school.

Just when I was passing by Lu's house, I saw Tang Wan coming out of the house.

In his sight, Tang Wan was probably the only one with color. The black and white colors were colored by Tang Wan's arrival.

Then he met Tang Wan's eyes, which was the beginning of the day.

Fu Wenzhi still had the taste of mint in his mouth. He put the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth and added silently in his mind.

Good morning.

My unique, little painter.

Most of the students in Class 1 (A) are used to Tang Wan suddenly asking for leave.

I always feel that Tang Wan’s campus life is different from everyone else’s, and her life is more colorful.

Even Ji Helin would be amazed.

Tang Wan has always been quiet. The classmates around him were extremely curious about Tang Wan, but Tang Wan was too quiet to respond.

They just looked at Tang Wan cautiously, with what they thought was a hidden sight, observing how unique Tang Wan was.

At this moment, several senior students suddenly came outside the door. When they saw Tang Wan in the classroom, their eyes lit up and they walked in quickly.

Tang Wan was working on the test papers that he had left over the past few days. Before he could finish writing, he felt that the light in front of him was blocked.

She raised her head subconsciously and saw the sixth-grade senior in front of her, with her hands on the table, and her eyes were illuminated by the bright colors of the sun, like amber, shining and sincere.

His voice is a little loud, like a husky who is always full of energy.

“Tang Wan, are you interested in joining the student union of the primary school?”