: April on Earth (98)

[The XXth International Painting Contest highlights the dark horse, and the painter Jing Xin has won the top three, and is currently the most popular painter who is likely to win the championship. 】
But all this, Jing Xin clenched the rice paper in his hand and was destroyed by the accident.
This race was ten years late, the only thing she could not let go of in this decade.
It's not Luo Feng, it's not hatred, it's her paintbrush, it's her unfinished game.
is her--
Lost to Chu Luoyi.
"It turns out that I lost to you no matter 10 years ago or 10 years later."
Suddenly the sudden thought reminded Jing Jing suddenly got up, and he hit the table with pain.
Chu Luo reached out and closed the door of the study, looking at the woman in the white dress over there.
White is the purest color.
"You—" Jing Xin said, Mu Ran clenched his hand.
"I'm not them, and I won't hurt you." Chu Luo said, spreading her hands so she could see that there was no danger.
"They always thought that you were here to get revenge, but you never thought about it. The purpose of saying that kind of thing is to protect yourself and to arm yourself." Chu Luo said slowly and approached slowly. After her, "Jingxin, I'm not your enemy."
Jing Xin looked at Chu Luoyi, who was slowly approaching, but he had no way back.
"I have to say that you have a group of people who are scumming, of course, including my husband." Chu Luo said, stopping her one meter away, this is a safe for people distance.
Jing Xin's tight body slowly relaxed.
"But you have left for ten years, and their memory of you is still ten years ago, and even some misunderstandings, you have given up to explain." Chu Luo looked at Jing Xin and said.
Jing Xin smiled suddenly, with a bit of desolation in the corners of his mouth. "No one would believe me, no one would believe me, and Sixi's injury had nothing to do with me, but no one believed me."
"This pot is from Luo Feng. Why can't you fight for it yourself? Put your hope on a person whose heart is still on the victim, Jing Xin, this is the most wrong thing you have done wrong." As soon as Chu Luo looked at Jing Xin, he slowly took off his eyes, and Chu Luo consciously covered his own mouth.
Jing Xin's forehead all the way to the corner of her eye was occupied by potholes. She watched Chu Luoyi's reaction, and then slowly put on her glasses.
As soon as Chu Luo felt that her chest was stuffy, she could not speak.
As soon as Chu Luo stood there, she kept looking up and breathing deeply, trying to suppress the irritability that sprang up from her chest.
"Scum, scum." Chu Luo yelled, touched his cell phone directly, and made a call.
At this moment Gu Xicheng was still inspecting the grassroots level with people. After the phone rang and he apologized, he reached out and took the phone out, but before he spoke, there was a violent voice from his wife.
"Scum, all of you are scum." As soon as Chu Luo finished, he hung up the phone.
Gu Xicheng: "..."
In memory, this is the first time the daughter-in-law scolded him and the first time the daughter-in-law really got angry with him.
What did he do?
How did it become scum?
"Gu Lu?" Cried the people around him.
Gu Xicheng froze for a moment, "It's okay, let's go." Gu Xicheng said, put away his mobile phone, and waited until the evening to ask well.