"You check it. If it's useful, you can stay there. If it doesn't work, you throw it away..."
Sachet is a small space bag. In addition to some women's clothes and jewelry, there is also a humble white silk which attracts the attention of fengchenglin.
"San Shao..."
On the white silk, there are all the strange ink spots and cinnabar dots, which are in disorder and alternate, and look like children's graffiti.
"What is this?"
Three people spread out the white silk, looking at a pile of messy dots, one eye at each other.
"Could it be She painted it casually? "
"No!"
Ding Temple took a yellow silk handkerchief.
"It's wrapped in it, carefully wrapped Miss Ling didn't say that the sachet is a carmine collection?! If you put it in something so important, it will never be something you can draw casually... "
“…… So I'm not sure it's a love thing from her lover... " Wind into the forest, brain holes open.
The temple is speechless Then her lover is too ignorant! If you copy a poem and draw a few lines, you can also be a love object
“…… What if it was the graffiti of her lover's childhood... "
"This white silk is brand new at first sight. How could it be..."
"You don't see, these red dots Is it familiar? "
Ling Luoyu's voice almost whispered, but in an instant let two people shut up, both together.
"Miss Ling, this is xiaohongdian. How can you be familiar with it?"
"Yes It's just a bunch of dots. What's familiar to you? "
On the white silk, the number of black spots is obviously more than that of red spots.
It's just like a little red in the green. It's eye-catching!
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