Chapter 178 My Unique Little Painter
Beautiful things are always coveted by jackals, tigers and leopards.
Even Fu Wenzhi himself was one of them.
He knew better than anyone how tempting a soul like Tang Guan was to selfish and evil people like them.
She is the kind of person who will rush towards Tang Wan without hesitation no matter how many times she has the opportunity to choose.
She will always be her only choice.
It was like a murderer lurking in the darkness, feeling the light of the cold and bright moon.
Tang Wan turned around and noticed Fu Wenzhi's gaze.
To this day, she is actually familiar with the feeling of finding Fu Wenzhi's gaze when she turns around.
As long as Fu Wenzhi is around, she will always notice his gaze.
From feeling uncomfortable at the beginning, I have become somewhat accustomed to it now.
Tang Wan was stunned when she saw Fu Wenzhi, as if a little surprised, and then slowly smiled.
It looks a bit like my own shadow.
The look of never leaving.
But Tang Wan also knew that the so-called forever was a lie.
She is not very old, but she has experienced a lot, so everything is added with the word "seemingly" to leave room for improvement.
It seems that only in this way can I not feel sad because of unfulfilled 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 damage.
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 made her "unable" to speak.
So everyone tried their best to get Tang Wan to speak, but the effect was minimal.
At this moment, Si Huai suddenly spoke up: "I don't feel that way. I heard her calling her mom last time."
Lu Lin: ???
Lu Lin subconsciously turned his head to look at Si Huai, with a strange look in his eyes.
But Si Huai quickly shook his head again: "But it was only that one time, and she only shouted that one word."
Lu Lin lowered his head, stretched out his hand, and subconsciously touched his chin. After a moment of contemplation, he suddenly said, "Perhaps Tangtang's silence is related to 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 were questions they had no answers to.
Reason tells Si Huai that what Lu Lin said is very likely to be correct, but his emotions are subconsciously avoiding it, as if this way he doesn't have to face the fact that his family has been broken.
Si Huai reached out and pressed the root of his nose, suppressing the negative emotions that surged in his heart, and then said: "If I were to guess according to what you said, there is only one possibility."
At this point, Si Huai paused, his expressionless face taking on a gloomy look: "That is, Tangtang faced Nana's death head-on."
The atmosphere in the room was somewhat tense. No one spoke, and it seemed as if only air was flowing between them.
This speculation is really hard to accept.
How old was Tangtang at that time?
Looks like he just turned three...
If you really face your mother's death and your mother tells you not to speak and to hide...
Then it all makes sense.
But isn’t this a bit too cruel?
Isn’t it a bit too...
Si Enzhi suddenly covered her mouth and swallowed the sobs.
Her eyes instantly turned red, and the cold expression on her face suddenly changed.
The sentimental Grandma Lu had already burst into tears.
She knew that Tangtang had a hard time in the orphanage, and that she was a good child. She knew that even though she had suffered a lot, she was still a very good child.
She was already heartbroken.
However, facing the death of a loved one who has been with you is too devastating.
How could a little kid like her accept the pain that even adults couldn't accept?
"Woo." Grandma Lu suddenly fell into Grandpa Lu's arms, crying breathlessly.
Why can't good people live long?
Obviously, everyone in the Xue family is a very good person.
They clearly gave everything for their motherland, for the peace of mountains and seas, and for the hard-won peace, but why did they all become cold monuments?
Grandma Lu couldn't understand it.
No one can figure it out.
Everyone present was an adult, and the children were not allowed to hear this.
What they didn't expect was that Pei Yunzhou had a monitoring headset in his ear, and Fu Wenzhi heard the conversation.
Fu Wenzhi listened to their voices, looked at the information on the computer, and tapped the table unconsciously with his fingers.
Did you witness your mother's death?
Fu Wenzhi's mind flashed with the image of Tang Wan, and he tried to use this information to create a complete picture of Tang Wan in his mind.
It's not her looks or her daily habits, such superficial things.
Being beautiful is just her most insignificant advantage.
Finally, when the sound from the other end completely disappeared, Fu Wenzhi turned off the device.
Fu Wenzhi knew.
Suffering will not create beautiful flowers.
Tangwan’s good qualities were not brought about by these hardships.
She doesn't need to bloom from suffering, she is the best flower.
Fu Wenzhi tidied up the desk, packed his schoolbag, and walked out of the house as usual, ready to go to school.
Just when passing by the Lu family, I saw Tang Wan walking out of the house.
In his sight, Tang Wan was probably the only one with color. The black and white colors were stained with color because of Tang Wan's arrival.
Then the day began when my eyes met Tang Wan’s.
There was still a lingering minty taste in Fu Wenzhi's mouth. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth and silently added in his mind.
Good morning.
I am unique, little painter.
Most of the students in Grade 1 (A) class have become accustomed to Tang Guan's sudden leave.
I always feel that Tang Guan’s campus life is different from everyone else’s, and her life is more colorful.
Even Ji Helin was amazed.
Tang Wan has always been quiet. The classmates around her are so curious about her that they can't express it in words, but Tang Wan is so quiet that she doesn't react.
They just looked at Tang Wan cautiously with what they thought was a hidden gaze, observing Tang Wan's uniqueness.
Just then, several senior students suddenly came in from 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 missed in the past few days. Before he finished, he felt that the light in front of his eyes was blocked.
She subconsciously raised her head and saw her sixth-grade senior in front of her, with his hands on the table, his eyes illuminated by the sunlight with bright colors, like amber, shining and sincere.
His voice is a little loud, just like the always energetic Husky.
"Mr. Tang Wan, are you interested in joining the elementary school student union?"
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