In the box are pebbles of different shapes, some are large and some are small, some are green or white and are still their original color, while some have been smeared with paint and painted into quite interesting paintings, including bamboo orchid and so on.
There are also small scenes of animals such as kittens and ducks.
The writing techniques are old and young, and they are obviously not made at the same time.
"Wenmao liked picking up stones since he was a child."
Zhang Wenjuan said: "Later he could hold a pen and started writing and drawing on the stones.
These are his treasures.
It is not easy to get one on weekdays. " Xia Xiaodong didn't want to accept this heavy gift.
"I really don't want to give it to you.
It was so boring along the way.
I almost threw it away several times."
Zhang Wenjuan looked like she was not willing to give it to you.
"But think about it again, it's all Wenmao's hard work."
Those who come down really can’t do it.”
"Don't worry, I won't force you to teach each other privately."
This sentence really touched on something in Xia Xiaodong's thoughts.
After Zhang Wenjuan finished speaking, she slammed the box on the table.
It was just a stone and couldn't be damaged anyway.
She sneered and said, "You can keep it, squander it, or throw it away.
Anyway, I'll do it anyway."
Out of sight, out of mind.”
After saying that, he shook off his sleeves and walked away.
Xia Xiaodong sat at the table, took out the box of stones one by one, looked at them carefully, and felt a little sour.
The friendship between young people is indeed profound.
Zhang Wenjuan didn't come back until after lighting the lamp.
When she saw that the box on the table was missing, her face looked much better.
As a sister, although she is angry that her younger brother was deceived by Hu Meizi, it is also difficult to accept if her younger brother's thoughts are completely ignored.
Xia Xiaodong had already finished washing up, and was reading a miscellaneous book dedicated to the scenery of the capital as usual.
Although the lighting is poor, the characters in the book are large enough and can still be read.
"I'm leaving tomorrow."
Zhang Wenjuan kicked off her shoes, didn't even take off her clothes, and leaned directly on the big pillow at the head of the bed.
Giving up, Xia Xiaodong raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at Zhang Wenjuan, waiting for the next step.
"Don't you know yet?"
Zhang Wenjuan said coldly: "Now we don't know when the official draft will be held, so we allow the show girls' relatives and friends in Beijing to take them over and live there, as long as they have a guarantee.
Oh, and we will have to do it every day after that.
Come and call me once a day so that the clan can understand everyone's situation and let you know if anything happens."
No wonder some of them need to be eliminated first so that they can be streamlined and managed easily.
Show girls will naturally feel more comfortable when they go to the homes of relatives and friends, and since there are fewer people left here, it will be easier to manage.
"Uncle Jingzhao Yinqiao is the same year as my father.
He picked me up to live here."
Zhang Wenjuan slowly raised her eyelids and glanced at Xia Xiaodong: "If no one picks me up, of course you can continue to live here."
"Thank you.
I really didn't know about this news."
Xia Xiaodong thanked him.
Zhang Wenjuan's attitude is very average, but the relationship between us was so bad before, and now she takes the initiative to speak, which is already a sign of goodwill, not to mention that Xia Xiaodong really doesn't know the news.
Although Mrs.
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Zhuang said that there were people in the capital taking care of her and sending two letters of contact, Xia Xiaodong didn't want to trouble them.
It would be great to live in this summer resort.
"You're welcome."
Zhang Wenjuan turned over lazily, as if she was about to fall asleep, "Our beautiful women in Suzhou are also crouching tigers, hidden dragons.
You just have to be more careful."
Hey, Xia Xiaodong felt very uncomfortable.
"I don't care about you," Zhang Wenjuan's voice was muffled, mostly muffled by the soft pillow: "Since Wen Mao fell ill, I suffered a big loss last time, and now I understand a little bit more. .
Although you are a bad person, at least you are cruel on the outside, and you are much better than others. " How do you say this?
What does it mean that you are a bad person?
"If you go to live outside, be careful.
After all, this is the capital, not Suzhou.
It may be different in many places."
Xia Xiaodong also said politely.
As a result, Zhang Wenjuan suddenly turned over and sat up.
"Don't think I just said it casually.
Look at the show girls.
They are all girls.
They have their own insidious ways.
Don't treat yourself like an onion and think everyone else is stupid."
"Do you know that the person who harmed me last time actually harmed both of us because you are the closest to me.
If something happens to me, you will definitely be involved.
Even if I didn't hold you back at the time, Eunuch Cai and the others would definitely be involved.
I want to ask you for questions."
Zhang Wenjuan said, remembering what happened before, and became excited: "Killing two birds with one stone shows how deep and poisonous this person's mind is."
Actually I know.
Xia Xiaodong said secretly in his heart.
Later, I asked Mrs.
Zhuang that the incident involving Zhang Wenjuan was not carried out by someone arranged by Mrs.
Zhuang.
In Mrs.
Zhuang's words: "Before you have a chance to make a move, the other person will be robbed first."
Birds of a feather flock together, and the people Mrs.
Zhuang is looking for will probably be similar to Mrs.
Zhuang.
They may stumble directly, or even find quarrels and fights.
It is really not like arranging the organs in an extremely complicated manner.
Xia Xiaodong had figured it out before and would ask again, just to confirm.
Zhang Wenjuan must have received some advice from an expert later on, and she even saw the implicit attack of killing two birds with one stone.
However, Xia Xiaodong was not very worried about the person who did it because it was too early.
To strike hard at the beginning of the primary election would be to use too much force.
Could it be possible to just kill everyone in front of me?
It's like if there are 100 places in the primary election and someone happens to be stuck on the 100th line.
If he is determined to get there, he can use some effort to pull down the 99th and 98th places. .
But if the target to deal with is not more than ninety, but the top ten, isn't it just to make it more difficult for yourself?
What's more, if it is discovered, the consequences will be different.
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If you harm the prefect's daughter and harm the boss's daughter, the consequences will be the same.
People who don’t have an overall view have nothing to worry about.
It is true that those who threw berries to attract mosquitoes later had to be more careful.
This move feels a bit like a trick.
It's a small underhanded move.
It's good if it can hurt people, but it doesn't matter if it can't.
This shows that the intention to hurt people has been deeply rooted in the bones, but the method is so skillful that there is almost no trace.
"No matter who it is, we still don't know yet."
Xia Xiaodong comforted Zhang Wenjuan: "Anyway, if you have no intention of entering the palace, just be careful and turn around and retreat."
After hearing what Xia Xiaodong said, Zhang Wenjuan looked at Xia Xiaodong intently for a long time, and suddenly sneered: "You have the final say whether you can enter the palace.
Besides, you think you must be the empress and mistress of the palace."
After saying that, He turned over and fell asleep.
Although the words were not pleasant to the ears, there was a hint of warning in them not to be accused of being a female official in the palace.
Xia Xiaodong looked at Zhang Wenjuan's arched back, remained silent for a moment, and then fell asleep with the light on
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