Qian Yan

Chapter 80 Legacy
Both of them were a little unnatural, he straightened up, she turned her head.

The moment she turned her head, a drop of rain fell from a low-hanging branch and hit her nose. She raised her hand to touch her nose in embarrassment, and smiled angrily at him: "It's raining, luckily we I was the first to take pictures of your calculations."

But he just looked at her and asked softly, "Are you a student here?"

"No, I'm here to find a doctor of Chinese descent, Jared. Cheng, do you know him?" Yan Weiran looked at him with some guilt and expectation, "I wanted to find something from him, but no one recommended it... Can you help me find out how to meet Dr. Cheng?"

"Oh...Jared. Cheng?" He stared at her, and after a moment, a faint smile appeared on his face.

Looking at his smile, Yan Weiran felt a little nervous and dizzy.A good-looking person is good-looking in everything, even if he has no expression on his face, she will be moved, let alone his smiling appearance.

The slightly slanted eyebrows and the corners of the eyes, the slightly squinted eyes because of a smile, the crystal eyes hidden under the thick eyelashes, the faint brilliance in the eyes... It just made her nervous. .

"Then, you have found the right person." He walked towards her slowly, stood under the same tree with her, looked at her seriously, and said, "I am Cheng Jialu."

She still remembers that spring day, when she followed Cheng Jialu into the research room, a branch of the Sizhao flower tree outside the corridor stretched out a flower branch with rainwater, which wiped across the corner of her skirt, leaving a wet spot. a trace.

While she was patting the water stains on her skirt, she heard Cheng Jialu say: "This is the first flower of this tree this year. They all say that spring in New York starts in May, and now it seems that it is probably true .”

Yan Weiran looked at the swaying flowers, and then at his eye-catching silhouette, thinking in his heart, yes, spring has begun.

But in fact, she later found out that the moment she met him, the spring of her life was over.

Looking at the scattered Sizhao flowers, Yan Weiran suddenly thought in his heart, how is the Sizhao flower in his garden blooming this spring?

I don't know who is sitting on the swing under the flowers now?
Depression enveloped her, but she noticed it immediately, and took a deep breath, trying her best to drive all the unhappiness out of her body.

As if redeeming, the millions of Xiaolings in Wei Zexi's garden appeared again in front of my eyes.Thousands of little bells are blooming in the garden, no matter how light the wind blows, they can make them dance in the wind, colorful.

Is it summer in Shanghai now?Under the scorching sun, those flowers will bloom more brilliantly and charmingly.

The moment she just arrived in New York, she found that she began to miss Shanghai.Furthermore, she was really a little impulsive, and wanted to ask Wei Zexi, who is far away on the other side of the world, if the koi in your pond are all right?

She waited for the rain to clear, but it never came.We can only wait for the rain to lighten a little before we leave in the rain.Unexpectedly, when she walked quickly to the small church next to her, she saw another car turn around quickly and stop in front of her.

The car window rolled down, revealing Zhang Yuman's heavily made-up face: "Yan Weiran, stop!"

Yan Weiran ignored her, stood under the eaves of the church, took out a tissue from her bag, patted her wet hair, and looked up at the sky.

Zhang Yuman rushed out of the car, stepped in front of her a few steps, pointed at the nearby cemetery, and shouted: "You still have the face to see my mother?"

"I respect her and love her. I tried my best to be her assistant when the teacher was alive. When the teacher passed away, I was the only person who sent her to her. After she passed away, I inherited her behest and tried to improve her formula. I have no face to see her. In this world Who else has face?" Yan Weiran sneered, looked at her and asked: "It's you, with heavy makeup and off-the-shoulder dress, you have the face to meet your mother with your appearance?"

"I..." Zhang Yuman was speechless for a while, and argued, "I came here in a hurry after getting off the plane! I came here as soon as I wanted to see my mother, so it doesn't look like you have to pretend to change your makeup!"

"Then you go and see." Yan Weiran said, borrowed an umbrella from the priest of the church, and was about to leave.

Zhang Yuman took out a handful of white roses from the car, grabbed Yan Weiran and said, "Don't go! Today, in front of my mother, I want to ask you something clearly, hum, let me see if you dare Say bad things and do bad things in front of my mother!"

"Why should I listen to you?" Yan Weiran wanted to shake off her hand angrily, but the unreasonable Zhang Yuman grabbed her wrist tightly, not allowing her to struggle at all, dragging her to Go to the cemetery.

Yan Weiran's body was weak, how could he be the opponent of the strong Zhang Yuman, after being dragged by her for a few steps in the rain, he could only hold up an umbrella to cover the raindrops.

After all, she doesn't have a Wei Zexi by her side now, who would hug her and take care of her when she fainted.

She stumbled and was dragged to the teacher's grave by Zhang Yuman.The purple hydrangea on the tombstone is full of rain, and the color is more vivid.

Zhang Yuman grabbed the hydrangea and threw it aside, put the white rose he brought on it, and then asked: "Yan Weiran, tell me in front of my mother, when will you give away my mother's belongings?" give me back?!"

"I have disposed of all the teacher's belongings according to her last words. Half of her inheritance was left to my younger sister, that is, your aunt, and the other half was left to you, which was transferred to your account. You must have squandered it all, right? All her makeup equipment is left to me as a souvenir, and it is still in my studio."

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense, I'm asking about the recipe she left behind!"

"The formula is with me. But according to the teacher's will, you must win an important award in the industry or become a recognized top makeup artist before it can be handed over to you."

"Then I am a contracted make-up artist of Fang's now, and I am also Fang Aili's personal styling consultant. Do I count as a top-notch make-up artist?"

Yan Weiran snorted: "You got close to Fang Aili by relying on your mother's fame, and becoming her personal stylist also relied on other means. Besides, your makeup doesn't stand out in any way, and you don't have any other achievements. The industry doesn't accept it."

Zhang Yuman roared furiously: "What kind of award is considered important? What kind of makeup artist is considered top-notch? You have the final say! Now you hold my mother's formula in your hand, even if I won the Oscar for styling, It doesn’t count if you say it doesn’t count, right?”

"Impossible." Yan Weiran looked at the teacher's tombstone and said coldly, "Since your mother made this decision, it means that she has such a reason, and I believe I will do it well. And I will not do it because of you." What kind of coercion and temptation, I will violate the teacher's will and give you things without authorization."

Zhang Yuman laughed back angrily, pointed at Yan Weiran in the heavy rain, and shouted at the tombstone: "Mom! Mom, have you seen it? This is your good disciple! He kept saying your will and your decision, but the facts On the Internet, she has already found a cooperative brand and sold the formula you left me! And I don't even know how much she sold it for!"

"Zhang Yuman, don't spitting blood!" Yan Weiran scolded angrily, "What I make is make-up, which is completely different from the teacher's skin care products! This is what I made after countless times of mixing and testing myself over the years, and finally made it!"

"It's different from my mother's? Who would believe it? Your mouth is on your body, and you are right in everything you say!" Zhang Yuman roared, turned her head and continued to cry loudly at the tombstone, "Mom! You brought her back back then At that time, did you ever think that you were leading a wolf into your house? Now that your own child has ended up like this, this woman of unknown origin stole the formula you left me and made a fortune! Mom, mom..."

Yan Weiran was so angry that she bit her lower lip tightly, her hand holding the umbrella was so tight that her phalanges turned white.

(End of this chapter)