I have a secret in my left eye

Chapter 43 It's sunny

Bole, Maxima?

Mrs. Wang is usually a careful and sensitive person. Although she has been worrying about her husband for a long time, she can think about it quietly now that she has settled down, and she naturally understands the meaning of Xu Deng's words.

After a while, the doubts in her heart had dissipated.

That was the case, otherwise she said how could such a strange thing happen.

However, in the face of the imaginary enemy she had thought for a long time, how would she place her beating and chaotic heart and look at the painting with new eyes?

What kind of identity does she want to communicate with that painting, the hostess?or something else?What should she do?

The inner conflict and bewilderment caused this middle-aged Mrs. Wen Ya to unconsciously open her mouth, but she didn't know how to express her inner emotions.

Her eyebrows, which were always as delicate as distant mountains, frowned slightly, and her smiling eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist, and her eye sockets were inadvertently red.

This is no surprise.

Almost, she was about to become the murderer who killed her husband with her own hands. If she really destroyed the painting, I'm afraid her husband wouldn't be able to survive this time.

The fear in her heart surged up at this moment, like a big drum, beating her heart trembling slightly.

She unconsciously clenched her sleeves, with a confused and worried look on her face, and asked Xu Deng: "Comrade, what should I do now?"

"That painting, I..."

She didn't continue talking, maybe she didn't know how to deal with it.

After all, she provoked that painting over and over again, and now that she thinks about it, she just feels that she is really too ignorant, and she doesn't know how to write the words "Get En Tu Bao".

She has never been an overly rigid person, although there are differences in old sayings, and she does not conspire with each other.But he saved his husband anyway, but he was still thinking about getting rid of the painting, and his heart was really cruel.

How should she express her debt to that painting?
Xu Deng was on the sidelines and witnessed her entire mental journey.Seeing her hesitating to speak at this moment, she naturally understood, smiled at her, and said: "Madam, don't worry too much."

"If she was really dissatisfied and had resentment towards Madam, she would have done it long ago, wouldn't she? Probably, that's the case with Aiwujiwu."

"It's just that Madam's behavior was a little too much. From what I see, it is natural to sincerely ask for her forgiveness. As long as she is sincere, she will definitely accept Madam's apology."

After hearing this, Mrs. Wang breathed a sigh of relief.

She stretched her eyebrows for a moment, then frowned again, and asked, "Just, comrade, can my husband's illness be cured?"

Xu Deng sighed inwardly.Although I don't know where the cause of Mr. Wang's illness came from, but judging from the current situation, it would be good to be able to delay the disease, and the rest is just wishful thinking.

As a wife, it was natural for Mrs. Wang to be worried, but Xu Deng naturally couldn't take this matter as a joke, and could only tell the truth.

Seeing that Xu Deng shook his head, Mrs. Wang trembled a little, and immediately restored the calmness on her face when they first met.

Her mouth raised an arc, and she said: "Forget it, it's not bad to keep it like this. As long as he is still by my side, I can see him for one more day and it will be considered stolen."

Her eyes drifted to the distance, cast out of the window, and saw the slightest drizzle, which fell so lightly.

"Comrade, you stay here later, I'll ask my servants to prepare some hearty ingredients, why don't you sit down with me and eat some?"

Xu Deng felt a little panic when he heard this.

"No, ma'am, I appreciate your kindness. I haven't been of much help today, so I won't disturb your cleanliness."

To be honest, Xu Deng felt a little guilty.

If she didn't come today, it is estimated that Cang Lan injured Qing He.Now, instead of being helpful, she has caused some troubles to the family, and she really feels a little sorry.

Seeing Xu Deng's stubborn attitude, Mrs. Wang didn't persuade him any more.She asked her servants to take an umbrella and gave it to Xu Deng to shelter from the rain.

Xu Deng thanked Mrs. Wang and walked out of the gate.

At this time, the sky outside was gloomy.The drizzle at the beginning has turned into large drops of water, flowing down the eaves, pouring like a pour.

The bluestone road board was also splashed with water one after another, and it was wet.

But apart from that, there is a beautiful scene that is quite eye-catching.

Those are big tree branches obliquely growing from the courtyard wall, covering most of the aisle, and the mottled branches in the air are covered with pink flowers, which hang down naturally, in clusters, blooming in a unique style, Very healing.

Especially the tender green leaves emerging from the pile of pink flowers, full of vigor and vitality.Along the rain, from time to time, scattered petals are knocked down and land in the air, the beauty is touching.

Coupled with this slightly ancient oil-paper umbrella that he walked along before leaving, Xu Deng suddenly had a feeling that the beautiful scenery was right in front of him.

Holding an umbrella, I walked forward step by step. After a long absence, my heart was peaceful.

She suddenly felt that, perhaps, her trip was meaningful.

How much, Mrs. Wang knew the truth of the whole thing and was not isolated.Qing He no longer needs to be kept under scruples by Mrs. Wang, thus attracting more people to hurt her.

Xu Deng cast his gaze further away, where the rain seemed to have stopped, and it was surprisingly bright.

She couldn't help sighing in her heart, the weather in summer is really changeable.

This side, in the house.

Mrs. Wang stayed beside her husband's bed for a while, looking at his sleeping face, with mixed feelings in her heart.

Although there were thousands of times in her heart, she had already made up her mind.

What should be faced must always be faced, otherwise, if it is left there, can it be treated as if nothing happened?it's out of the question.

Since I have done something wrong, it is natural to deal with the aftermath.

Pushing open the door of the house that had never been there before, Mrs. Wang walked in.

It was empty here, and it was the only work she knew, the only work placed by her husband.

If she had faced this painting before, she would definitely have an urge to run away.But now, miraculously, she was able to calm down and ponder the painting carefully.

She looked at the painting for a moment, lit the incense, and silently expressed her inner guilt.

In the smog, she seemed to see the woman's eyes looking at her again.

It's just miraculous, at this moment, I didn't feel the horrible and absurd feeling that she had seen.

On the contrary, like the feeling emanating from a friend who has known for a long time, it makes me feel very cordial.

She blinked, her eyes were so sore, and she realized that there was a beam of light falling on her body, which was golden and warm.

Similarly, there is also that painting, which has a few warm yellow holes in it, which adds a bit of magic to it.

Through the light beams going back and forth in the sky, she realized that the sky is sunny now.

(End of this chapter)