Qian Yan

Chapter 56

"It's none of your business who I ask to cooperate."

Seeing her unsalty appearance, and thinking of the way she smiled at that disgusting old man just now, Wei Zexi was extremely annoyed, grabbed her wrist and asked, "Yan Weiran, do you have a conscience? You saved from the mouth of the pervert, now you say it's none of my business?"

Yan Weiran looked down at the hand he was holding tightly to her, and slowly withdrew it: "Young Master Wei, do you know how much trouble you have caused me today? I still want to find investors in his circle, now If the person surnamed Gu makes a fuss outside, all investors will stop contacting me!"

"If they don't vote, they won't vote. You are a good makeup artist now." Wei Zexi held her hand stubbornly, not letting her shake it off, "Tell me, you are so hungry Do you want to make your own brand?"

"Yes, I must create this brand. I must let my teacher's painstaking efforts be born, grow, and become something that every woman dreams of!" Yan Weiran said firmly, seeing Wei Zexi's expression of disapproval, Then he shook off his hand fiercely, strode down the steps, and threw himself into the rain.

Wei Zexi hurried after him.The drizzle was drizzling, mixed with the night breeze, and he caught up with Yan Weiran a few steps. Seeing her walking with her head bowed, her eyes were a little hard to open, so he quickly raised his hand to cover her forehead, and asked, "Where are you going?" ? My car is behind, let's go, I'll take you back."

Yan Weiran ignored him, raised his hand to push away the hand he put in front of him to protect him from the rain, and stood on the side of the road waving to stop the car.

Wei Zexi pulled her hand down and said, "Don't stop her, you won't be able to stop a car during the evening rush hour. Bentley doesn't take you and takes a taxi, what are you doing!"

Yan Weiran stood in the rain and stared at the cars passing by in front of him in a daze for a long time, then slowly turned to look at him and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm your...partner!" Wei Zexi, who turned around, almost bit his tongue, "Since you want it so much, let's create a brand for fun, and I'll rent one for you in the suburbs." Is two hundred square meters enough?"

"Not enough." Yan Weiran said coldly, "The state does not approve new cosmetic brands with factories less than 800 square meters."

"Really? Then it seems that you can't do it casually?" Wei Zexi frowned, with annoyance on his face, "So I think it's better to do micro-business, just make a profit and leave..."

"Young Master Wei, I'm not here to play." Yan Weiran turned around under the streetlight and looked at him.The light shrouded her body through the hazy drizzle, her hair was wet against her forehead, and the makeup on her face was a little faded.But her serious look and clear eyes reminded him of her stubborn and desperate look when they first met.

"If I want to create a brand, I must try my best to do it. Even if I spend my whole life, even if I risk my life, I will make it. My brand is called Siran, and this is my teacher Zhang Sizhao. And me, Yan Weiran's brand."

For the first time in his life, Wei Zexi's throat felt a little tight.He subconsciously raised his hand and tugged at the button of his neckline, his throat was a little dry: "That's right, you're serious."

In fact, with his personality, he really wanted to make jokes and ask "Why isn't it called Siyan or Zhaoran", but now seeing Yan Weiran sitting in front of him seriously, he unconsciously put away his messy clothes. feet, sit up straight—

Just like his tutor back then, an old professor who graduated from Harvard.Every time he smiled and the professor glanced over, he would be out of his wits, because the next thing he would take out Mankiw's terrible "Principles of Economics" and ask him to memorize ten pages.

Wei Zexi felt that it must be because of that teacher that he still couldn't recite the Ten Principles of Economics.

Just like most of his troubles now are because Yan Weiran is not gentle enough to him--it must be.

And Yan Weiran who was sitting in front of him seemed to be looking at the other side far, far away.When she mentioned her teacher, a gentle and sad expression finally appeared on her face.

"The winter of the previous year, my teacher passed away. I called Zhang Yuman and told her the time of the teacher's burial, but after all, the one who sent her off for the last time... was only me."

Yan Weiran's voice was soft and choked up for a moment.She suddenly remembered that there was another person who accompanied her to send the teacher away that day.

At that time, she buried her face in the man's arms and let the cemetery workers cover the teacher's coffin with a shovel of soil.Her eyes that were swollen from crying had already dried up. She indulged her weakness and leaned against him for a while before saying, "I must know who killed the teacher, and I want her to die like this!"

"I know your intentions, but what's the use of being arrogant? The police station will investigate on its own. We can only wait for the conclusion and let the murderer receive the punishment he deserves."

His voice was calm and gentle, but at that time she didn't understand that only a person who has seen everything inside could comfort others so plainly.

Until the tombstone tree was healed, Yan Weiran stroked the teacher's photo on the tombstone, and the tears that had been wiped away welled up again.Her voice was hoarse and choked: "The teacher died too badly... Over the years, she raised me up and taught me all the skills of makeup... But now that she has passed away, I can't do it for her. There is no way to send her back to her hometown..."

And he sighed, and said: "The teacher's whole face has been corroded, no matter how hard you try, how can you make up for her?"

Yes, the teacher has painted the most beautiful appearance for countless people in her life, but she herself left this world with the most miserable appearance.

To this day, Yan Weiran still seems to be able to see the teacher whose face was swollen and festered with pus and blood when he was dying.Before she died, she groaned in pain and squeezed Yan Weiran's hand tightly to relieve the pain.The nails were deeply embedded in the muscles, and Yan Weiran's hands were scratched with countless bloodstains, but she just knelt in front of the teacher's hospital bed and cried bitterly, holding the teacher's hand without moving, as if she had never felt any pain.

She held the teacher's hand and asked again and again: "Who is it? Who made the teacher like this?"

But the teacher always gritted his teeth and didn't speak.In the end, he just looked behind her and let go of her hand inch by inch.

Yan Weiran held the loose hand, broke down and cried bitterly.

She turned her head slowly, looking at the door behind her through her blurred eyes.

The corridors of the hospital were empty and there was no one there.

She was the only one left in the whole world, without father or mother, without relatives or relatives, without a single inch of land to stand on.

I don't know how long she had been crying, but there was a slight sound of footsteps at the door.

He appeared.

In the warm yellow light, he looked extraordinarily warm.The backlight that shone through the door was like a holy light, covering his whole body, and the world became blurred at this moment, making her, who was hysterical and desolate, as if she had been redeemed.

He hugged her lightly, and he didn't say anything before her dead teacher's hospital bed, but it was already a promise.

After the teacher was laid to rest, he suggested she move into his home.And she hoped that he could help find out who killed the teacher.He promised with an almost oath tone, but in the end it was not until she fell from a tall building and lay in the ICU that she went through all the things over and over again in her brain, which became clearer due to the illness, before she realized that she had already become a victim .At that time, she also understood by the way why the dying teacher had to keep staring at the door of the ward.

Maybe the teacher already knew that he would walk in through that door.

Perhaps before the teacher died, he had already stood at the door, and it was only after she died that he seized the opportunity to come in to comfort her.

Maybe……

These terrible thoughts made her breathless.Even if she tells Wei Zexi now, her heart still hurts.

So Yan Weiran discarded the part of that person, and only said: "My teacher died too badly, and, moreover, she died under the formula of skin care products prepared by myself."

　I just read the news of Mr. Jin Yong's death, so sad...

　　He is the writer who influenced me the most

　　
　
(End of this chapter)