Then the young scholar bent down and reached out to pick up the scroll.

He opened the scroll.

The familiar appearance on the paper made him stunned.

What a coincidence...

This painting is the black thief he painted.

...

The young scholar didn't know what to react for a moment?

...

After a while, he pursed his lips.

Roll up the painting again.

...

The young scholar looked into the room.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he stuffed the scroll behind the bookshelf.

...

He still couldn't bear to tear off the painting.

I don't know what kind of psychology...

...

Since I'm reluctant to let it go...

He didn't want to see this painting.

Then hide it.

Hidden in a place that is not easy to find.

...

Young scholar sitting down on a chair.

He took a deep breath.

He touched his chest.

The heart inside is still a little disordered.

What happened today is so strange.

He doesn't understand...

Is the black little thief an hallucination of him alone?

...

No.

Surely not.

The young scholar shook his head

The steamed buns were stolen.

This is for sure.

The problem is...

Who is stealing steamed buns?

He thought it was a black thief.

As a result, neither my brother nor my sister-in-law saw the black thief.

In their eyes, his performance today is just directing and acting alone...

Oh.

He wants to laugh.

I can't laugh.

what is going on?

Can anyone tell him an answer?

...

"Bang~"

The young scholar knocked his head hard.

Everyone said don't think about it anymore...

I can't figure it out.

It's just a waste of time.

...

He obviously has more important things to do.

...

The young scholar knocked his head hard again.

The pain dispelled the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

Don't think about it anymore.

...

The young scholar opened the book.

...

The woodcutter and the woman came to the yard.

The woodcutter kicked the dry firewood on the ground hard.

...

Dry firewood scattered all over the ground.

...

In the past, the woman must have spoken out and blamed the woodcutter for what he did?

But at this time, she didn't say anything.

She understood the woodcutter's mood at this time.

As the young scholar's elder brother, the woodcutter's mood must be more complicated and difficult to distinguish at this time.

...

“…Damn it!”

The woodcutter shouted softly.

...

The woman opened her mouth.

What do you want to say.

I don't know what to say for a moment?

To be honest, she has not yet come to her senses.

What happened just now?

...

“…What the hell is going on?”

The woodcutter let out a long sigh.

He looked at the woman, "My brother has never been like this before."

Never had such a crazy behavior.

...

“…maybe it was just an accident.”

After opening and closing the mouth several times, the woman finally made a sound.

“It doesn’t matter.”

"I think my brother is fine."
To be continued...