"Madam, playing in mud requires skill." The man's voice was as clear as cold jade, with a smile in it.
Su Ruotang looked angrily at the vase that collapsed for the seventh time.
The first time, it was broken into two pieces in the middle before the shape was formed.
The second time, I barely succeeded in shaping it, but it collapsed immediately.
The third time, the shaping was successful, and the bottle was ready to collapse.
the fourth time......
The seventh time, everything was obviously successful, but it collapsed when I squeezed the mouth of the bottle.
She raised her eyes sadly and stared at Mo Ronyan: "You're still smiling!"
How could such a simple vase in the old man's hands be more difficult than sewing needles in her hands?
Mo Ronyan's fingertips stained with soil touched the collapsed vase, and smiled softly, "Madam, do you need any help for me?"
Su Ruotang didn't believe in evil: "No, we will definitely succeed this time."
"Give me the mud again."
A low smile escaped from Mo Rongyan's throat, and he slowly pushed the mixed mud beside his hand, "Madam, the flower shape you chose for the mouth of the bottle is relatively large, and the body of your bottle is very thin, so naturally it cannot bear the weight."
Having said this, he paused and concluded, "Madam, you really have no talent for playing in the mud."
Su Ruotang glared at him angrily: "Do you have talent?"
Mo Ronyan smiled softly, picked up a small ball of mud, and asked without answering, "What animal does Madam like?"
Su Ruotang was startled, and the light in her bright peach blossom eyes dimmed slightly.
She pursed her lips and spoke slowly, "I like rabbits as big as dogs, fluffy, with round faces, long hair on the ears, hanging down like tassels, gray and white."
The girl's ethereal voice had an imperceptible tremor.
A gray and white rabbit the size of a dog?
Mo Rongyan was stunned for a moment.
Immediately, he tapped the table with his long fingers.
The branches and leaves in the darkness moved slightly.
Su Ruotang lowered his eyelashes, dipped his eyes in the soil, and sketched the shape of a rabbit on the table.
"That's it."
She stared blankly at the angora rabbit on the table, with a fleeting look of sadness in her eyes.
In her previous life, she picked up a stray Angora rabbit.
It is as big as a teddy dog, with a chubby face and tasseled ears hanging down, like two fans.
Extremely psychic and cute.
Several times she fell ill with high fever and suffered the pain alone.
Her feet were cold, so he nestled at her feet, using his belly to keep her warm, and even dragged her a blanket to cover her body.
Accompany her in your own way.
But after a year of raising it, she went to rescue a patient in a car accident in the middle of the night. It followed her out and was hit by a car and died.
It wasn't until she came back that she found it downstairs.
By then, it was already stiff.
She cremated it and chose a good cemetery to bury it.
She has had no other animals since.
The time she spent with it was the only color in her dull life.
Mo Ronyan did not miss the sadness in her eyes.
His long fingers pinched the dirt.
The stiff soil in Su Ruotang's hands seemed to be alive between his fingers.
Not long after, a lifelike Angora rabbit appeared in his palm.
The appearance is almost exactly the same as what Su Ruotang painted.
Su Ruotang unconsciously traced the table with her fingertips.
One after another, simple drawings appeared wherever her fingertips passed.
The protagonist of every painting is the rabbit.
Although it is a simple outline, it does not prevent the person who sees it from fully sketching its appearance in their mind.
Mo Ronyan stood up quietly and asked the old man to get the paint.
Su Ruotang was immersed in his thoughts and sketched out the various appearances of the Angora rabbit in his previous life in the form of simple drawings.
Just when she was putting down the last stroke and had yet to retract her fingertips, something suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.
Her pupils suddenly tightened.
Subconsciously, he stretched out his hand, and his fingertips stained with soil trembled towards the familiar figure.
Seeing that her fingertips were about to land on the clay-pinched Angora rabbit, which was only slightly larger than an egg, she suddenly retracted.
Mo Rongyan frowned slightly: "Doesn't it look wrong?"
Su Ruotang's clear pupils trembled slightly.
She bit her lower lip tightly with her small teeth, "No...it's not..."
It's so similar.
He was simply a smaller version of her angora rabbit in her previous life.
She raised her eyes and looked at Mo Ronyan: "Ayan, have you ever seen..." Angora rabbit?
She swallowed the remaining five words.
This question of hers was very silly.
Mo Ronyan sighed softly, and gently brushed the back of her eyes with the back of his hand that was not stained with soil, "What's wrong?"
Su Ruotang pursed her lips, her voice was hoarse and erratic, "Can you find it?"
The Angora rabbit is a breed introduced from the United Kingdom in its previous life. It is the most beautiful breed of Angora rabbits.
She did not rule out the existence of other countries across the sea that the ancients had not reached.
But even humans have never reached it, so there is no way to introduce species.
Mo Ronyan comforted her softly: "My husband will try his best to find her."
"But now my husband needs to bake the rabbit first and then take it home."
Su Ruotang swallowed the soreness in his eyes: "Okay."
She didn't expect Mo Ronyan to find the Angora rabbit.
She was satisfied that he could shape this clay rabbit.
In the next few days, Su Ruotang kept studying the book on Mu's Gu that Mu Chen gave her.
At the same time, she also passed on the knowledge of undoing poison to Chang Feng, Ren Le and Wang Taiyi with Mu Chen's consent.
On this day, she was treating people at Xinglin Pharmacy.
But she saw Qingwan coming in a hurry, and lowered his voice in her ear, "Miss, Commander Shen Shi has asked you to go back to the house, saying that there is something important."
