070 Mingcui Square

"Drawing fan girl, are you asleep?" A woman's call came from outside the door.

"Not yet." The painting fan got up and opened the door, but saw Murong Xue standing outside the door.

"What's the matter with you?" For a moment, I couldn't think of how to call Murong Xueyan, and the painting fan could only match the word "you".

Murong Xueyan was not surprised and said with a smile, "My boudoir is Zhiqing. You and I are the same age, so you can call me Zhiqing."

"Ziqing, it's so late. Do you have something to do with me?"

"I'm here to ask about your background." Murong Xueyan looked at her seriously.

The painting fan smiled indifferently: "Zhiqing, where can a person like me have a background? Did you believe the words of the scholar who came to make trouble tonight and think that I once had a life?

"Look at you, you are slender with ten fingers. At first glance, you have never done rough work. If you are born as a young lady, it is not bad at all. In addition, your calligraphy and painting are extremely high, which can not be cultivated by ordinary people. It's lucky that ordinary girls can recognize two words slightly and not be blind with open eyes. Murong Xueyan analyzed in an orderly manner.

The painting fan looked at Murong Xueyan in surprise, but he was still not going to tell the truth.

"Miss Zhiqing, you are praising me by saying so. My calligraphy and painting were taught by a scholar next door to my home when I was a child. Besides, the ten-finger slenderness does not prove that I am from a young lady.

"If I tell you that because of your refusal, Mo Tianyou can't think about it for a moment and jumps over the moat, you will..."

"What's wrong with God bless him? Jumping into the river? Why is he so stupid..." The tension is not worth it. No matter how you look at it, it has an unusual relationship with that Mo Tianyou.

"God bless?" Murong Xueyan squeezed her eyes narrowly and said with a smile, "It seems that Mo Tianyou didn't lie. You two really had a shallow relationship in the past."

"This..." I didn't expect to make her talk so easily, and the painting fan was speechless.

"Mo Tianyou has told me everything. He said he wanted to know what you had to do. Murong Xueyan said with encouragement, "If you say your own difficulties, maybe you can continue your relationship?"

"Puffering..." Her heart began to shake, and she kept asking herself, do you want to say it or not?

"I saw that you looked like the daughter of those big families who came to sell art for a living."

"I... I'm not the daughter of a big family." Hua Fan smiled and decided to tell Murong Xueyan about his background without hiding it.

So, from the story of the painting fan, Murong Xueyan knew the background of the painting fan: she turned out to be the daughter of a county magistrate. Her father was an honest and honest official before his death, and his income only depended on a meager salary. Her mother died young. She has been dependent on her father since she was a child. Her paintings and words were taught by her father himself. When his father fell ill, neither father nor daughter thought that the illness would make him sleep in the ground. His father's illness became more and more serious, and he finally died. After his death, there was nothing left in the family, and all the money was only enough for burial expenses. At that time, she could say that she had no relatives and was in charge of everything.

After burying her father, she carried her bag alone and went to the capital to return to her rich cousin at home according to her father's death.

"Where did Mo Tianyou go at that time?" Why is he not by your side when you are so lonely, fragile and helpless? Murong Xueyan expressed her dissatisfaction with her waist.

"He..." Although the mirror has changed, her expression is still full of loneliness. "His temperament is like an idle cloud and a wild crane. At that time, he swam alone, and no one knows where he has gone. And when I first came to the capital, I also encountered some troubles.

When she was a child, her life was not good, but she had been growing up under the care of her father. After her father died, as soon as she came to the capital, she knew the warmth of human feelings.

Her relatives in the world are left only by her cousin. Unexpectedly, my cousin also had a purpose to take her in. At that time, it happened that a middle-aged man lost his wife and wanted to marry someone to fill the house. For a few boxes of rich bride price, her cousin actually agreed to the marriage without telling her.

"How can there be such a relative?" Murong Xueyan was extremely uneven, "Isn't her behavior equivalent to selling people?"

"Yes. At that time, I thought that instead of letting her sell, it would be better to choose a new path and change a new way of life for myself. Hua Fan said, "My cousin told me the thing the day before I got married. At that time, I pretended to accept my fate and climbed the window and escaped. I ran on the road for a long time. I didn't know where to escape. When I happened to pass through Mingcui Square, I found the notice posted at the door, so I signed up and was arranged by Wushuang sister because there was no place to live that night. Stay in the guest room."

"In this way, your cousin can't find you. No matter how she thinks about it, she can't imagine that I didn't run away from the capital, but stayed in a place he didn't expect." Murong Xueyan came to a conclusion.

"Yes. She may have sent people to look for me in the streets and alleys or big and small inns and even at the ferry, but she only forgot to look for me in the brothel. The painting fan simply ended the narrative.

No matter how thrilling the memories are, when they are told again, they become light.

At the beginning...

The death of her father, the fear and uneasiness of carrying her bag alone, she carried it on her weak shoulders, because she only had herself.

Perhaps, he was already discouraged by Mo Tianyou at that time. He was like a kite with a broken line. As soon as he went, there was no news. Only then did she find that the beautiful past between them might not be able to hold him at all. Maybe he has long forgotten this time of love...

She buried her heart and concentrated on selling art in Mingcuifang for a living, not thinking about him.

Over time, his image became more and more blurred until it faded away...

She didn't expect that he would appear again. I didn't know at all that when she had just left her hometown, he returned to his hometown.

He looked for her crazily and inquired about her whereabouts. He found out for a long time that she had come to the capital to join his relatives.

"Once some fate is missed, it will be difficult to continue. Just like me and God bless you." There is sadness in the eyes of the painting fan.

"Are you really not going to give him another chance?" Murong Xueyan put her hand on her shoulder and sincerely advised, "Are you really willing to spend your life in the brothel?"

"Zhzhiqing, didn't you see it? Now I have made him dislike me. In his eyes, I am 'willing to degenerate'. The painting fan laughed at himself and planned to end the topic.

"If he really dislikes you, he doesn't deserve you." Murong Xueyan said judgmentfully, "But if he can tolerate you, then he is a good man worthy of your lifelong trust."

"Maybe..." The painting fan showed an unresolate and desolate smile.

"Drawing fan girl, why don't I test him for you? What do you think?" Murong Xueyan suddenly had an idea.

The introsive pupil of the painting fan is coated with confusion: "Test?"

"Yes, test him and see if he cares about you or your appearance." Murong Xueyan smiled.

"If he... can't pass this test..." Hua Fan shook his head and smiled, "That can only prove that I really love the wrong person."

"But in any case, you have to give him a chance, which is equivalent to giving yourself a chance."

Murong Xueyan always believes that the program of Mingcuifang is as lively as usual the next night like Yu Wenshuang. On that day, according to the rules set by Mingcuifang, the painting fan did not need to go on the stage. Murong Xueyan made full preparations in advance to let the painting fan cooperate with her own plan, and then waited for Mo Tianyou outside Mingcuifang as promised. After a while, Mo Tianyou strode here with expectation in his eyes.

"Brother Murong, can you help me ask?"

Mo Tianyou looked at Murong Xueyan eagerly, but there was a very strange expression on her face, as if she was hesitating something.

"You said it!" Mo Tianyou urged.

Murong Xueyan said slowly as if she had made a great determination, "Brother Mo. I have a good news to tell you, and I have a bad news to tell you. It's all about the painting fan girl. Do you want to know?

"Nature. Say it quickly!" Murong Xueyan successfully lifted Mo Tianyou's appetite, which made him more anxious.

"The good news is that I helped you make an appointment with the painting fan girl..." She deliberately said halfway.

"Where is she? I want to see her!"

"Then you're going to hear bad news." Murong Xue continued with a sad face, "The bad news is that the face of the painting fan girl was inadvertently injured by the candlelight, and there is half of her face..."

"How is she hurt? Is her life in danger?"

The first thing this man cares about is not whether she has a "broken appearance" or "disfigured face", but her safety... Murong Xueyan appreciates it in her heart, and she continues to act on her face. She sighs with complete regret: "There is no danger to life, but there is a big scar on that half of her face, maybe... Maybe it can't be in this life. It's restored."

"Where is she? I want to see her. If she... is really not as beautiful as before, I don't care." Mo Tianyou

"You really don't care?" A woman approached from the dark, her figure curled up, and the black veil covered her face below her eyes. The soft voice sounded faintly like a painting fan.

"Painting fan?" Mo Tianyou looked at the people in surprise.

Murong Xue retreated in the distance knowingly and left the space for two people.

Whether you can untie the knot depends on Mo Tianyou's creation. The act of touching the dark on the road is hurtful. Sometimes, giving others a chance is just giving yourself a chance.