"No one can predict emotional matters, and there is no absolute right or wrong, so we don't need to worry about it." Haitang patted Zhiqiu on the shoulder.
"I know, I just didn't have that good luck this time. Maybe it will be better next time. I'm just a little sentimental. I believe that the young master's choice has reasons that we don't know." Leng Zhiqiu said.
"It's best if you think so." Haitang said.
At the beginning of the period, Haitang was a little worried. If Zhiqiu fell in love with Mr. Zhang too much, it would hurt the mute girl. Once a woman becomes serious about love, all her besties and friends may stab her in the back.
Haitang doesn't want her circle of friends to be in disarray, but fortunately, Zhiqiu is still an open-minded woman.
"I'm lucky if I get it, but I'm lucky if I don't get it," Zhiqiu said.
She is gradually letting go.
"Your Mr. Right is somewhere in this world, anxiously looking for you..." Haitang said.
"Haha, then I have to let him look for it for a few years, otherwise he won't know how to cherish it if he finds it all at once." Leng Zhiqiu said with a smile.
She is a woman full of philosophy and poetry. She is not suitable for Mr. Zhang, but she is suitable for certain men...
A few days later, Mr. Zhang came back. He first found Haitang. The two murmured for a while and then did something else. Then Mr. Zhang went directly to the dyeing workshop in Qiaotou Village.
And it was in a hurry.
"Mute girl, look, I brought you something." Mr. Zhang said with interest.
The mute girl was drawing on the handkerchief. She looked up and saw Mr. Zhang, whose forehead was covered with sweat.
"You said you could never find pure red paint for painting, so I brought it to you." Mr. Zhang took out a jar of dye and handed it to the mute girl, full of joy.
The mute girl opened it and saw that this red, clear and transparent red was exactly what she lacked...
"Sir, where did you get it?" The mute girl's eyes were already asking.
"It takes a little effort," Mr. Zhang said lightly.
But he didn’t say that he went to the mountains or to the lake full of mud, and almost got stuck in the mud, unable to extricate himself. Only then did he pick up a kind of pigment specially used for painting. What he picked was red flowers, which are clear and transparent.
Colors, with the help of crabapples, purify the flowers and form pigments for painting.
"It's so beautiful..." The mute girl admired the beauty of the paint with astonished eyes, treating it like a treasure.
"This is very precious." The mute girl looked at Mr. Zhang and pointed at the paint.
I have seen and searched for all the paints on the market, but there is absolutely no such color.
Mr. Zhang must have spent a lot of effort to get it. This is his intention. It is more valuable and memorable to the mute girl than a golden mountain.
"As long as you like it, all the adventures and hard work are worth it." Mr. Zhang looked at the mute girl's happy eyes and felt that his heart was very fulfilling, even full of strength. He liked this feeling, as if he had lived again.
I have never had this experience...
Is this what love brings...
If so, then how mysterious love must be...
"Old Tian, Old Tian, look at this young man who has been running to the dyeing workshop recently. Does he have a crush on our Tian girl..." Grandma Haitang has developed a good habit of peeping out of the window when nothing happens. If there is any trouble in the dyeing workshop, come
Personally or something, she will be the first to know.
"Tian Niu is already married, so where do you put Huicong?" Lao Tian said.
"Our daughter is very attractive. She has a family and some men like her. Isn't that normal?" Granny Haitang said.