She wanted to keep the original red color, but she felt that she really couldn't appreciate that color. Now that Uncle Peng and the others didn't need these things anymore, she thought about doing it according to her own preferences and suggested painting it cream color.
Master Gao didn't know what color cream was, so Xiao He explained, "It's the cream on the cake."
"Oh, that's white."
"Well, it doesn't need to be that white." Mu Ruanruan added.
She didn't say much in detail, and asked Master Gao to decide for himself.
"Okay, I will definitely satisfy Teacher Mu."
Because he needed to repair the furniture, Master Gao tidied up the house a bit. The beds, cabinets, etc. were all moved and cleaned up. A lot of garbage was cleared out and piled in the yard.
Mu Ruanruan glanced at him and said nothing.
Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly saw something that looked like a paint bucket. She didn't know why, but she looked at it a few more times and felt that it looked familiar.
It wasn't a paint bucket;
I walked closer, pried it open with my feet, and saw clearly that it was a red paint bucket.
The paint has completely dried up, like a paddy field that has been dry for many years, and the smooth paint is broken into pieces.
She felt it was very familiar, and the memories deep inside her mind emerged.
That year, Wang Yue'e was frightened to death by a piece of clothing that was hanging on a treetop and was dyed with red dye.
It was never clear who exactly did the deed. Later, Li Dazhu died in prison and the incident was never mentioned again.
That red dye...
Uncle Peng, he was trying to help her...
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