When the second sister saw the situation at home, she sneered and said, "Ruoxi is back. She must be tired after riding in the car for such a long time. Otherwise, I would take her to rest."
Ye Ruoxi's heart was pulled hard, and she almost bent over in pain.
"Mom, should there be a guest room in our house?"
Mother held the wedding invitation in her hand, threw it coldly on the table, and said harshly: "The guest room is for guests."
Ruoxi thought this was already mean, but the next sentence...
"Mom, how can you say that? Ruoxi is just a guest, isn't she?"
Ruoxi clenched her fingers tightly, not knowing what to say.
"You stinky girl, have you learned how to talk back?" The mother stood up and said coldly: "Wan Qing is going to have a wedding soon. If any guest comes and doesn't want the house, how can there be room for outsiders?"
"Huh, don't let me pull you here. Ruoxi, stay with me!" Ye Ruoyi pulled her and wanted to move forward.
"Stop!" their father called to them and snorted slightly.
Ye Ruoxi's body stiffened and stopped slightly, her head still lowered.
Her father finally saw her, and his sharp eyes made her unable to move. She could see that it was disgust: "Pack out her room and live in your own room!"
Ye Ruoyi was stunned for a moment, then hesitated for a moment before leading her up.
The layout has not changed much, but the furniture has been changed. It looks new and bright. But there is no trace of her existence.
Even her room no longer exists!
"I'm sorry, Ruoxi, your room..." Ye Ruoyi looked at her, who was a little stunned, and said sheepishly: "This place has become a studio, because your room doesn't have enough lighting?"
Ye Ruoxi looked at the room in front of her that was covered with oil paintings, and saw that the room that gave me sweet dreams had become messy and noisy like it is now. She smiled: "Nothing!"
The colorful stains on the floor and the landscape paintings painted one after another were messy and hard to tell. She didn't know if this was art in the eyes of others, but in her eyes, it was just a ghost painting full of horror.
Putting the suitcase on the floor, Ruoxi opened the light purple curtain.
The light penetrated little by little, giving the whole room a warm atmosphere.
Opening the window, the wind ruffled her bangs, feeling comfortable and peaceful.
Unexpectedly, this place turned out to be the scene of the garden, the scene of her eldest sister's wedding.
The lawn is tender green and decorated with beautiful bouquets of flowers. The placement of the decorations on those gorgeous stages is worthy of attention.
Ye Ruoxi took off her shoes, grabbed her skirt, and jumped onto the window sill.
She remembered that many years ago, she did the same thing, placing her feet on the window and rocking back and forth.
The wind was blowing, comfortable and warm, almost blowing her hair away.
It looks just like it did back then.
I really hope that all the misfortunes are just a nightmare, and as long as I wake up, I can return to the way I was before.
Those pure, clean, those warm families, those family members who love her.
But when she opened her eyes, her dream was shattered.
"Ruoxi, Sister Bu, don't move." Ye Ruoyi suddenly picked up the pen, sat behind her, and said loudly: "You don't know how beautiful you are at this moment!"
Ye Ruoxi smiled, and shed tears from her closed eyes.
Sweet, with a bit of astringency.
Who waters the wounds in my heart, who pours tears into my heart.
"Do you know? Ruoxi, I have actually wanted to draw you for a long time!" Ye Ruoyi took the pen and scribbled something carefully: "But since I learned to draw, you have left home, so I have no chance to paint you again.