747: C747 I Promise I Won't Destroy Jiang Zhao

C747 I Promise I Won't Destroy Jiang Zhao

It's a disaster, he knows. These paintings are the root of the disaster, he knew. . . The cloud was a disaster to him, and she made it difficult for him to breathe every night when he woke up from a deep dream. His heart ached like it was being twisted. She caused him to close the door and fall to the ground the moment he saw those paintings. His heart and soul were shattered. She caused him to live a life of unbearable pain every day, but he still thought of her as a good person.

These paintings were the root of trouble, and even more so, hope.

At least he could see it like this. He could rub it, hug it, and fall asleep.

They wouldn't have nothing.

Who could experience such a feeling? If all of these were gone. . . What should he do?

For nearly two years, he had never waited so long for anyone. Those artists who loved art on Wutong Street, even though it was raining heavily, were still painting, saying that the inspiration at that time would bring about unexpected gains.

When it was raining, he also went there to set up a shed and set up an easel. When the rain was like a pillar, it splashed onto Old Gao, making the color of his pants that he had always liked to be dirty to the extreme.

He would never forget that at that time, she ran over with an umbrella and wiped away the tears on her face. "Oh my god! I just wanted to see if you came or not, but I didn't expect you to come. You really are. . . Hey, it's raining so heavily. I've made an appointment to come and get the painting today. I'm sorry. "

" It's not like I'm waiting for you to get the painting. I still want to make money. I'll be here every day. "

Actually, he had already told her that he would be there every day.

He would be there, waiting for her.

He would be gone if he waited.

Wait and wait, even the painting is gone.

"Go and get some water!" Xi Zhentian could not take it anymore. In the end, he did not continue to make up his mind. He made up his mind, but he could not hide Enyuv's sadness from his ears.

He could not stand the flame of Enyuv's painful tears. He muttered to himself and asked himself again and again, "What should we do? What should I do? The painting was also gone. What should I do?"

"No! No! If you splash water, it will all be destroyed. No! "

In the end, Xi Zhentian could only compromise. He quickly got someone to bring over the river sand used to build the platform in the back garden and pour the sand on it.

Enyuv was injured and hospitalized. Both of his hands were seriously burned. The doctor said that he could not paint anymore in the future.

Enyuv laid on the bed and was very calm. He just nodded and Xi Zhentian sat beside him.

Enyuv looked at Xi Zhentian with a soft gaze. It was kind and gentle. He said faintly, "Grandfather, did you hear that? I can't paint anymore in the future. So, don't burn the things I drew in the past. Just treat it as giving me the first 20 years of my life. Leave it as a memento. Remember, I used to. . . Draw. "

The old man's eyes were originally filled with dense watery mist. At this moment, listening to Enyuv's seemingly extremely faint but tearful pleas, old tears came out of his eyes. His old hand touched his hand that was wrapped in the brown medicinal gauze. When he lowered his head, he sobbed and took a sip, "Enyuv, I'm sorry. Forgive grandpa. "

"Grandpa, it's not your fault. You did it for my own good. It's just that I have grown up. What I should have experienced, just let me experience it, okay? Grandfather, it's not your fault. You did it for my own good. It's just that I have grown up. What I should have experienced, just let me experience it, okay?"

"Okay. "

"Grandpa, I promise you once again that I won't destroy Jiang Zhao. Do you believe me? "

"Yes!"

"I'm so sleepy. Let me sleep for a while.

In the early winter of the Haicheng, layers of fog lingered in the air. It had to wait until around ten o'clock before it completely dispersed.

Ye Er drove to the college town's high school class opened by the college. The major was chosen by Jiang Zhao. He did not seem to want her to have many accomplishments in the future. In Ye Er's eyes, it was a dog shit major, a finance and accounting major.

Jiang Zhao said that after he finished reading these, it would be easy for him to become a civil servant in the future. Even if he did not take the civil servant exam, having a wife who knew how to manage accounts was definitely not a bad thing.

"But I want to learn dancing. "

"What dance? What's there to learn? Didn't you win an award? The teacher who taught you might not be as good as you. If you have nothing better to do, just stand on the bed and dance for me to see.1

Zhuang Yichen had asked Jiang Zhao out. Jiang Zhao thought that there was something big going on, but only after it was over did he know that it was because of Xia Qian's driving license.

Today, Zhuang Yichen leaned against the princess's bar counter with his hand on the bar counter. He held a short crystal cup in his hand and played with it. Without the usual solemnity, he seemed to be idle.

Jiang Zhao also sat on the tall stool in front of the bar and poured a cup of wine. Once this was brought up, he had a headache and did not even want to drink anymore. "I am doing this for Xia Qian's good. That kind of skill, being a road killer is small. If one day he accidentally gets into a car accident and becomes a vegetable, or if he dies, I am afraid Qiu Xiaoya will not be able to withstand the stimulation. "

"Haha, that's a good relationship. If she dies, everything will be fine. I don't need to be a lobbyist for her. " With Zhuang Yichen's cold-blooded character, it was not strange for him to say such words. The glass was placed on the solid wood bar for a while and made a soft muffled sound.

Jiang Zhao was only worried that once Xia Qian's driving license was released, she would go and flirt with Ye Er again. He did not stop Ye Er from making friends with Xia Qian anymore. But he had to consider Ye Er's safety, "I was the one who told Xia Qian to retake her driving license. Now her driver's license had been confiscated, and the reason was that it was ineffective to cheat. Even her examiner was punished, and now you are saying that this matter is over? No. Let her take the test again. "

" Sigh. " Zhuang Yichen shook his head and loosened his grip on the bar counter. He flipped his body and leaned back against Jiang Zhao. He looked at Jiang Zhao and said helplessly, "Xia Qian said that she will never let Ye Er sit in her car again in the future. She promised her sister personally. She also said. . . "

Zhuang Yichen paused there and suddenly laughed loudly. Jiang Zhao was confused and asked, "What else did she say?"

" She also said. " Zhuang Yichen drank a mouthful of wine and swallowed it down his throat. He clicked his tongue and said, "She said if Yun Yeer dared to shamelessly beg to sit in her car, she would use a stick to break Yun Yeer's legs!"

"Haha!" After saying that, Zhuang Yichen started to laugh again. He did not hear this from Qiu Xiaoya, that woman. It was Qiu Xiaoya who brought Xia Qian over to find him that day and promised him in front of him.

That day, Xia Qian looked very dispirited. She lowered her head and looked like she had lost her love. "Think about it. You went out happily with your friends. Just as they were chatting in the car, they suddenly bumped into a car. You even got your driver's license taken away. How miserable is that? There is nothing in this world that is more heartbreaking than getting your driver's license taken away on the first day you drive on the road. "

Xiaoya bumped Xia Qian," Stop talking nonsense. It is not like you have broken up. Get to the point! "

Xia Qian left Qiu Xiaoya and watched Zhuang Yichen walk to him. She said sneakily," Brother-in-law, help me think of a way to get my driver's license back. I really don't want to get my driver's license. I still need to study seriously and work hard. My time is really precious. "

Xiaoya did not hear what Xia Qian was saying and walked over impatiently, "What did you say to my friend? What did you say?"

Zhuang Yichen looked at Xia Qian and smiled. When he raised his head to look at Xiaoya, he raised his eyebrows and asked with a lingering tone, "What did you say to your sister?"

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