Yuxiang

Seeing Lanyue's father's awkward appearance, Murong Xianxian suddenly felt amused. This is a very honest middle-aged man, and he can't hide what's on his mind. In three years, it doesn't take long to see what the other party might do. If you think about it, you can guess eighty-nine or not.

"Brother, you can drink slowly. If you have anything to say, just speak up." Murong Xianxian said with a smile.

Lanyue's father rubbed his hands together in embarrassment, and said in an awkward tone, "It's nothing, no, I mean..."

Seeing him like that, Murong Xianxian felt a little anxious for him.

"Dad, don't you just want to borrow some money from Aunt Murong? What are you embarrassed to say?" Just when the two adults were at a loss, Lan Yue's crisp voice rang out, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

"Don't talk nonsense." Lan Yue's father blushed and gave his daughter a hard look.

"I'm not talking nonsense!"

Lanyue stuck out her tongue playfully, and said to Murong Xianxian: "Aunt Murong, my dad is embarrassed to say. Some time ago, I heard that the store next to our house was going to be rented out, so my dad wanted to sell that store and expand the business." , but the money doesn’t come together.”

Murong Xianxian nodded with a smile, and then looked at Lanyue's father with some reproach: "Brother, you really are. With the friendship between our two families, if I can't help you, then that's fine. What's the trouble with such a trivial matter?" of? How much does it cost?"

Lanyue's father hesitated for a moment, and said, "The store is quite big, and it takes two years to pay at a time. It needs 10 yuan...um... 8 yuan, 8 yuan is enough."

Lan Yue pursed her lips and whispered, "Mom clearly said that it needs 15 yuan..." Before she could finish speaking, her father gave her another hard look.

Murong Xianxian nodded without saying a word, but got up and went to the back room, where there was a big box full of cash, Murong Xianxian casually picked up twenty stacks of cash, went back to the front of the gallery, and put it on Lan In front of Yue's father.

When Lanyue's father saw the cash, he was taken aback immediately, and quickly said, "I don't need so much, I only need to borrow half of the cash." In his opinion, this stack of cash is at least two hundred thousand yuan. Much more than needed.

"After the sale of the store, working capital is always needed for decoration and turnover. If you are really sorry, treat it as the wine money I gave you. Calculated as one pot per day, it will be ten years of wine money."

Lanyue's father hesitated for a moment, with a look of excitement on his face, and said, "This..."

Lan Yue gently tugged at the skirt of his shirt, and said, "Dad, just take it, Auntie Murong sells a painting, which is worth 1 yuan."

Lanyue's father glared at Lanyue again, then took a deep breath, nodded and said: "Don't talk about ten or eight years, as long as you live here for one day, I will give you a pot of wine every day, you are here with me Meals are also free."

Murong Xianxian smiled softly, looking at the father and daughter in front of her, she slowly felt a little warmth in her heart.

After seeing off Lanyue and his daughter, Murong Xianxian sat at the table, suddenly feeling quite emotional in his heart, 20, for ordinary people, is a lot of money and can do many things.But to monks, it is like dung, and they will not even look at it.

Time flies, and three years have passed. The restaurant of Lan Yue's family has more than doubled in size, and the business is indeed much better than before. But once the business is good, sometimes even Lan Yue will go up to help. It was much less, and only after closing the shop, Lan Yue had time to drag her exhausted body to Murong Xianxian's place to watch her paint.

Lanyue's body, as she grows older, gradually reveals the slender beauty of a girl. The 16-year-old girl is like a blooming flower, full of youthful breath, and the wrinkles on the grandmother's face are getting more and more serious. It became more and more white as snow, and the skin gradually lost its rosiness.

Murong Xianxian's appearance has also changed from six years ago. She no longer looks young, but has entered middle age. There are a few crow's feet around the corners of her eyes, and the skin on her face has lost the rosiness that represents youth. Tend to a more intellectual clarity.Perhaps because of her long-term painting, her temperament has also changed a lot, a little less majestic and glamorous, but a little more elegant... In the words of young people nowadays, she has a bit of a literary style.

Murong Xianxian has taken Zhuyan Pill, and her cultivation has already reached the state of being invincible over time. This is caused by her deliberate magic. After all, she is now reflecting the life of ordinary people. If a person's appearance has not changed in the past six years , then it will be an incredible thing for these kind and simple neighbors around.

What's more embarrassing is that during this period, the enthusiastic neighbors often created opportunities for her to go on blind dates. Murong Xianxian originally wanted to refuse, but she didn't seem to have any experience in blind dates before, and her feeling in this regard was blank, so This time, I really talked about it a few times... Unfortunately, I have more experience in dating, but I still have zero experience in love.But she doesn't mind too much, although she looks young, but her biological age is more than 100 years old after all, dating a young man in his 30s or [-]s, it really doesn't feel too embarrassing.

In the following three years, that Lin Qingtao came here often, and every time he came, he would offer a lot of money and things, and sometimes he mentioned how the Qi family was like in his words... The meaning of it was self-evident.

For this kind of thing, Murong Xianxian has no interest at all... With her cultivation base, even if she wanted to support a certain force, it would not be the turn of a small mortal family.What's more, the reason why she lives in seclusion in the market has only one purpose, and that is to experience the feelings of ordinary people, so as to make a breakthrough in her cultivation.

And this kind of power struggle among ordinary people, in her capacity, she is too lazy to participate in it.

Another year of cold winter, the north wind howled, the bare tree branches on both sides of the street were trembling by the cold wind, and some fallen leaves piled up on the roots of the trees were rolled up by the cold wind and fell heavily.

Murong Xianxian walked out of the gallery and closed the door behind her.

She was wearing a thick down jacket with a hood on her head, and a bright red wool scarf covered most of her face.At this time, let alone those acquaintances... Even if Murong Xiaoxiao stood in front of her, she would definitely not be able to recognize that she was his elder sister, the Qingluan fairy Murong Xianxian who roamed the endless sea back then.

At this time, Murong Xianxian looks no different from ordinary people.This is not similar in appearance, but similar in spirit, even in the bones, there is no difference.After 20 years of living in the market, Murong Xianxian has completely become an ordinary person.Now she looks a little older.Although his body was still tall and straight, he looked almost the same as a middle-aged man who had been busy all his life.

There is only one thing, she is slightly different from ordinary people, that is, her eyes are black and white, extremely clear, and there is a faint gleam between them, which makes her look extraordinary.

In these years, Murong Xianxian has not practiced any cultivation, and she has even given up the methods in the Tianfu inheritance when she was painting. At this time, her attainments in painting have reached the level of a master.

A gust of cold wind swirled towards her face, Murong Xianxian subconsciously pulled the zipper of her neckline to the end, and still walked slowly towards the end of the street.

"Aunt Murong, are you going out to listen to an opera again?" A young man in his thirties led a little girl out of the restaurant and asked with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, it's too cold and there's no business. Go out for a stroll. Where are you two going?" Murong Xianxian asked with a smile.

The young man is Lan Yue's husband, but that girl is their daughter. Looking at this girl who looks vaguely similar to Lan Yue, Murong Xianxian couldn't help feeling a little bit embarrassed.

"The last day of Xiaoyue's art exhibition, let's help her tidy up." The young man said with a smile.

"Well, you go." Murong Xianxian waved his hand, and his figure gradually disappeared from the street.

The days passed in a constant repetition.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and before you know it, another 20 years have passed.The gallery opened by Murong Xianxian is already well-known in Beijing, but she herself looks like an old man in her sixties. Although her face is rosy, her hair is already gray, her muscles are slack, and she has normal wrinkles. There is no shortage of one.If we say that she is different from ordinary people, it is not that there is no such thing - in the past few decades, she has hardly suffered from any serious illness, and she has never been hospitalized once.In fact, when she got sick occasionally, it was all on purpose.

On this day, Murong Xianxian stood in the gallery, looking at everything around her, her heart was filled with strange emotions... Just yesterday, she transferred this gallery to another one, and finally ended her life in the world.Because after decades of suppression, and the baptism of her state of mind has tended to perfection, she can no longer suppress her own strength, and a breakthrough is imminent.

Having lived here for more than forty years, Murong Xianxian no longer had any troubles in her heart, but she still had a little nostalgia in her heart when she parted.This period of comfortable and ordinary life, like her life of more than ten years before practicing, will become the most memorable and unforgettable life in her life.

Lanyue's family walked by the door and did not forget to say hello to her... The former girl finally realized her dream and became a painter. She is currently teaching at the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts.And her daughter is also learning to paint, and she also learned painting from Murong Xianxian. This generation is also a daughter who inherited her mother's career.It's just that Lanyue's grandma passed away when she was more than ten years old.

Smiling and watching Lan Yue's family leave, Murong Xianxian sighed, shook her head lightly, and left the gallery.Not long after, Murong Xianxian's figure completely disappeared from the corner of the street. (To be continued.)