She Became a Villainess

A small face appeared in his mind, his Ruan Ruan stepped on the stool, humming a song while sticking to the lace.

Lu Yanzhi bent his lips and touched every little flower one by one.

Finally, he put his hand on the doorknob, turned it gently, and the door opened, and a scent of chime from his daughter's house wafted through his nostrils, and the color of a girl was all in his eyes.

The room is simple, small, and the walls are painted pink.

These pinks are a long time ago, and the color is a little pale, but from a certain perspective, her grandparents must have hurt her.

There is a white princess bed in the middle of the room, a simple wardrobe beside the bed, a small desk on the other side of the wardrobe, and a row of small bookshelves above the desk.

The shelves are full of books.

He walked over and glanced at these books one by one. Some of the books were books from school when he was a child, and some were fairy tale books, writing books.

A few of the books were clearly read frequently, and the marks were more worn than the others.

Lu Yanzhi reached out and took out a book, then pulled out the stool hidden under the desk, and sat down. The table was clean and spotless.

It can be seen that even if his Ruan Ruan is not here, Grandpa Ruan will often clean her room.

Lu Yanzhi opened the book in his hand, and a note suddenly fell.

He picked it up and looked at it, and with just one click, his brows were wrinkled, and a deep distress flashed in Bo Bing's peach blossom eyes.

There is a line of immature small characters on the sticky notes. The owner who wrote them should be just learning Chinese characters. The characters are written crookedly. If they can't write, they use pinyin instead.

It's my birthday, Yuanwang. It's grandma hope that she will get better soon. I don't want anything, as long as she gets better.

The book is an ordinary children's book, with many patterns, but not so bright colors. It should be a pirated copy, and a pirated copy is regarded as a treasure.

How did his Ruan Ruan come here as a child.

There are not many pages of children's books, and he finished the pages in less than a minute.

Lu Yanzhi put the book back where it was, and was attracted by a pink book cover, like a notebook, he reached out and took it down and opened it—

He guessed right, it was indeed a notebook.

The handwriting on the notebook is not so jerky, and it has gradually taken shape, but it is still a little immature. It can be seen that the owner of the handwriting is trying to write well, and the handwriting is neat and clean.

January 22, snow.

It’s so cold today, I don’t want to get up in the morning, I just want to slouch in the bed, thinking that my grandfather spoils me so much, I will definitely bring breakfast to my room to eat later, I wait happily.

I waited, waited, and waited for a long time. Grandpa didn't come.

Just when I was hungry and wanted to get up, my grandfather's roar came from outside. I was so frightened that I huddled in the bed and didn't dare to move.

Listening to my grandfather calling out my grandma's name over and over again, and listening to more and more footsteps in the yard, very quickly, a lot of people gathered in my house.

I heard someone say that grandma is gone, let grandpa mourn.

Grandma is gone?

Where has grandma gone?

Grandpa seemed to have forgotten me. He never came to see me or asked me why I didn't get up. Just when I was scared, the aunt next door opened the door, picked me up from the bed, dressed me, and carried me to her house. , said to let my brother play with me.

I don't know what happened. I played at my brother's house for a long time, but my grandfather never came to pick me up. I thought my grandfather didn't want me anymore, so I was so scared that I kept crying and crying.