Perhaps he was finally relieved to see her success and didn't want to drag her down any longer, so he lost the will to live and died with his oil lamp running out...
But she hadn't had time to become strong enough to take back everything at home, to make the Song family get the retribution they deserved, to find out the real murderer who killed her uncle, and to clear the injustice of her father being expelled from the family...
The person just left like that.
She was unwilling to give up until she was blown to death.
Strongly unwilling.
In this life, she will never let tragedy happen again.
We must make sure all of this happens in time!
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Wen Xi washed her hands, burned incense, and walked to the table.
The moment the pen tip touched the paper, her heart calmed down, as if she had entered another world.
She writes decisively and decisively, without hesitation. Every line is stretched and smooth, revealing a sense of freedom and joy.
Soon, the outline of the Phoenix appeared.
The composition is nearly perfect.
The phoenix was once a painting in "Shan Hai".
Due to many restrictions in the previous life, this picture album caused a sensation but was not perfect.
If she were to start her life over again, she would make changes to the problematic and unsatisfactory parts, and then bring this album of paintings into everyone's sight in a more perfect manner.
And this phoenix painting is the first step in her journey of thousands of miles!
The pencil draws the complete outline, and the pen traces it gently, as if caressing a baby...
Wen Xi was fully focused and completely entered a state of selflessness.
Change the brush, mix the watercolor, lay a layer of background, and then paint a layer of base color...
Every stroke, every shade, every light and dark, was carefully painted with immense love.
Brown is the main color, supplemented by blue, white, black, gold, green...
A colorful phoenix gradually appeared on the paper, riding on the clouds and mist, with an upright posture, straight into the sky.
The powerful vitality displayed in the painting makes people's blood boil.
Perfect!
Wen Xi stretched contentedly, picked up his phone, and posted the work he had just completed on his newly registered Weibo account.
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Sunday.
Wen Xi was awakened by a loud knock on the door.
I opened the door sleepily and saw Yin Mengxue standing outside obediently. She was wearing a pure white lace slim dress and her long hair was draped over her shoulders, looking very charming.
"Sister, we have guests at home. My uncle and aunt are not here, so grandma wants you to go down and help entertain them."
guest?
Wen Xi looked at the seemingly well-behaved girl in front of him.
She didn't miss the fleeting gloating in the other person's eyes.
It seems that this so-called "guest" is not simple.
As if she was afraid that she wouldn't go down, Yin Mengxue squeezed into the room and smiled attentively: "Sister, please change your clothes quickly and don't keep the guests waiting for too long."
As he said that, he was about to open the wardrobe to help her get clothes.
"Get out, I'll do it myself."
Seeing Wenxi's cold expression, Yin Mengxue had no choice but to stop what she was doing and said awkwardly, "Okay, sister, I'll go downstairs and pour tea for the guests. You better hurry up, or grandma will scold you again."
Having said that, he left, looking back every few steps.
Wen Xi closed the door, threw herself on the bed, and stayed awake for a while before she moved.
All right.
Since you're here, let's go meet him.
She wanted to see what tricks those guys would come up with.
After washing up slowly, he leisurely chose a set of comfortable clothes to change into, and then slowly went downstairs.
There were quite a few people sitting on the sofa in the living room.
On one side are Cai Shizhen, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and Song Qingxue.
On the other side was a middle-aged woman, and next to her sat a boy of about 18 or 19.
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