"These portraits were all painted a long time ago? The most recent one was also painted before the death of my godmother." Yang Ruoqing speculated and analyzed while looking at it.
"At that time, he escaped from the engagement and went to Changhuaizhou. Later he came back. After he came back, he and Liu Doukou held a formal engagement banquet."
"I haven't drawn anything since I finished it. So... well, I really let it go. It's great. I'm relieved and relaxed!" Yang Ruoqing said.
Luo Fengtang also smiled and nodded: "So, you don't need to feel any psychological burden, just take care of yourself."
Yang Ruoqing nodded vigorously, then hugged his neck and nestled on his shoulder.
Thinking of something, she suddenly sat up straight: "By the way, if you steal these drawing papers that he hid in the cabinet, what will happen if he finds out later?"
Luo Fengtang raised his eyebrows, "Who said I took it secretly? I was aboveboard and took it myself in front of him!"
"What?" Yang Ruoqing's eyes widened in surprise. If not for his big hands holding her waist tightly, she almost fell off his lap.
"You said, you took these in front of Zichuan? Oh my God, what did you say? And what did he say?"
"I was also at Lao Mu's house at that time. Why don't I know anything?"
Facing her barrage of questions, Luo Fengtang couldn't help laughing.
He raised his hand and scraped her nose and said, "Of course I took it while you were in the kitchen making medicine. Wouldn't it embarrass you in front of you?"
This is the truth.
Yang Ruoqing nodded repeatedly, "Then what did you say?"
Luo Fengtang said: "Let me get straight to the point. I say Zichuan, thank you very much for the painting you painted for my wife. The painting is very good."
"Since it is a portrait of my wife, it would be inconvenient for you as a painter to keep it, and it would also be inappropriate for my future siblings to see it. It would be better for me to take it back and keep it for safekeeping."
Hearing his words, Yang Ruoqing's face burned hot.
This guy speaks domineeringly and yet wisely, and he also saves face for everyone, what a master!
"What did Zichuan say?" she asked.
Luo Fengtang smiled: "What can I say? Of course I promised it!"
Yang Ruoqing nodded repeatedly. This kind of thing was embarrassing in itself. He was caught stealing paintings and hiding so many portraits of other people's wives. He probably had no other ideas besides drilling into the gaps in the machine board.
"No wonder Zichuan didn't even look at me when I came into the house to deliver medicine and millet porridge. It turns out there was something like this in the middle, hahaha..."
After figuring out the cause and effect, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but laugh.
She pointed to the drawing papers on the table in front of her, "What about these drawing papers? You don't really want to keep them, do you?"
Luo Fengtang said: "Of course, I not only want to keep it, but I will also find someone to frame it later so that it will not become damp or moldy."
Yang Ruoqing stood up suddenly, "No, no, no!"
"I don't want to keep any of these drawing papers, and there is no need to keep them!"
After saying that, she grabbed the drawing paper on the table, walked to the stove mouth in three steps and stuffed it into the stove mouth.
"Don't……"
Luo Fengtang shouted and chased after him, but it was too late.
What was left to him was the pile of blue flames already burning in the stove mouth.
"Get it out quickly!" he said, reaching out to grab the fire stick, but Yang Ruoqing held his arm down.
"Tangyaozi, listen to me!" she said.
Luo Fengtang looked at her with anxiety in his eyes.
"These paintings were painted by Mu Zichuan, and I really don't want to keep them. If you really want to frame the paintings as a commemoration, that's easy."
"The day after tomorrow is the twelfth lunar month instead of the twelfth lunar month. Didn't we agree to go to the county town together to buy some New Year's goods? We also need to buy some fruits and vegetables for entertaining guests in the first lunar month,"
"At that time, we will go to the overpass in the county to make an appointment with a painter who specializes in painting people, and ask him to come to our house at a time in the first month."
"When the time comes, we will make a painting for our whole family, and then make a family portrait and frame it as a souvenir. Our children and grandchildren will be able to see it in the future. What do you think?"
Luo Fengtang's eyes brightened when he heard her suggestion.
"This is a good idea, why didn't I think of it? Hehe, my wife is the one with the best brains!" He came up and praised her.
Yang Ruoqing smiled.
Luo Fengtang looked at the drawing paper in the stove. When they were talking just now, it was almost burned.
He couldn't help but sigh, and said with some regret: "You, you are too impulsive. After all, these paintings were painted by Zichuan with great pains. They are so good, it would be a pity to burn them!"
Yang Ruoqing also looked at the pile of ashes in the stove and said, "It's a pity or not. It depends on the situation and the person."
"There are so many good things in this world, but the things that are suitable for us are the most precious. Therefore, in my opinion, it is not a pity to burn them. On the contrary, a stone in my heart has finally fallen to the ground. !”
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Although Luo Fengtang said that it was a pity to burn her, but when Yang Ruoqing was really burned to the ground, she didn't even look distressed at all.
Luo Fengtang was still very happy.
The whole afternoon that followed, he was busy cleaning the yard, humming a little tune in his mouth, and he never stopped.
Several times Yang Ruoqing tried to help, but he pushed her away.
"This is a matter for gentlemen. You go back to the house and crack melon seeds and drink tea!" he said.
Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes: "Cleaning the yard is a household chore. In Changping Village, it's our job as ladies!"
Luo Fengtang's hand holding the broom continued unabated, and he took the time to grin at Yang Ruoqing: "That's someone else's house, but in our house, the rules are different! I'm a big man, I can do whatever I want, sweep the floor if I want, If you want to chop wood, just chop wood, I will be like God, hahaha!"
Yang Ruoqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You're such a bastard, go ahead and clean it up. I'll go back and read the rest of the ledger before I talk to you."
"Go, go, wife, go get busy!"
After watching her leave, he turned around and started working enthusiastically, humming a little tune again...
After taking several steps, Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled.
She was very grateful for her actions today.
Love is caring, selfish, and possessive.
Love is exclusive.
Although Tang Yazi said she didn't mind, he believed her.
But deep down in his heart, he must be like countless men trapped in the whirlpool of love, longing for his wife to be the only one in the world.
The other males stepped aside.
But at the same time, because he loved her, he had been tolerant and forbearing.
In fact, he was very domineering in his heart. He wanted to be monopolized and did not want Mu Zichuan to covet even a single star.
Otherwise, he would not directly ask Mu Zichuan for the drawing paper back.
So today she burned all the drawing papers without any hesitation in front of him. While letting the stone in her heart fall to the ground, she also cleared away some of the negative emotions in his heart that had been accumulated for a long time due to tolerance and forbearance.
That's why he hummed a little tune.
You know, he rarely sang music in the past, but now he is in a really good mood!
When he is happy, she is happy!
She will work hard with him to maintain this happiness until the end of her life!
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