Seeing Lan Yue's father's awkward appearance, Murong Xianxian suddenly felt a burst of amusement, this is a very honest middle-aged man, there is something on his mind that cannot be hidden, in three years, what the other party may do, almost without much thought, he can guess eight or nine.

"Big brother, you can drink the wine slowly, and you can tell me anything directly. Murong Xianxian said with a smile.

Lan Yue's father rubbed his hands a little embarrassed, and said expectantly, "No...... Thing, no, I mean ......"

Looking at him like that, Murong Xianxian was a little anxious for him.

"Dad, don't you just want to borrow some money from Aunt Murong? 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 glared at his daughter fiercely.

"I'm not talking nonsense!"

Lan Yue playfully stuck out her tongue and said to Murong Xianxian, "Aunt Murong, my dad is embarrassed to say it. Some time ago, I heard that the store next to our house was going to be rented, and my dad wanted to sell the store down and expand the business, but he couldn't get the money. ”

Murong Xianxian smiled and nodded, and then looked at Lan Yue's father with some disgust: "Big brother, you are really, with the friendship between our two families, if I can't help you, that's it." What's the trouble with this little thing? How much does it cost?"

Lan Yue's father hesitated for a moment and said, "That store is quite large, and it takes two years at a time, and it takes 100,000 yuan...... Well...... 80,000 yuan, 80,000 yuan is enough. ”

Lan Yue pouted and whispered, "Mom obviously said that she needed 150,000 yuan...... she didn't wait to finish speaking, and was glared at by her father again.

Murong Xianxian nodded, didn't speak, but got up and went to the back room, where there was a big box, all of which were cash, Murong Xianxian picked up twenty stacks of cash at random, returned to the front of the gallery, and put it in front of Lan Yue's father.

When Lan Yue's father saw the cash, he was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said, "I don't need so much, I only need half of the cash." In his opinion, this stack of cash is at least 200,000 yuan, which is too much more than what he needs.

"After the store is opened, decoration and turnover always require working capital. If you really don't want to go, think of it as the wine money I give you, based on one pot a day, it will be ten years of wine money. ”

Lan Yue's father hesitated, his face showed excitement, and said, "This ......"

Lan Yue gently tugged at the placket of his shirt and said, "Dad, you just take it, Aunt Murong sells a painting, which is worth 10,000 yuan." ”

Lan Yue's father glared at Lan Yue again, then took a deep breath, nodded and said, "Don't say anything about ten or eight years, as long as you stay here for one day, I will send you a pot of wine every day, and you will eat at my place for free." ”

Murong Xianxian smiled lightly, looking at the father and daughter in front of him, and slowly felt a trace of warmth in his heart.

Seeing off Lan Yue's father and daughter, Murong Xianxian sat at the table, and suddenly felt quite emotional in his heart, 200,000 yuan is a lot of money for ordinary people, and he can do a lot of things. But for the monk, it is like dung, and he can't even look at it.

Time is in a hurry, and three years have passed, Lan Yue's restaurant has more than doubled, and the business is really much better than before, but once the business is good, sometimes even Lan Yue has to go up to help, and the time to come to the gallery is much less, only after the store is closed, Lan Yue has time to drag her tired body and come to Murong Xianxian to watch her paint.

Lan Yue's body, as she grew older, gradually showed the length and beauty of a girl, a sixteen-year-old girl, like a blooming flower, full of youthful breath, the wrinkles on the grandmother's face became more and more, white as snow, and her skin gradually lost its ruddyness.

Murong Xian's appearance has also changed from six years ago, she no longer looks young, but has entered middle age, there are a few more crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and the skin on her face has lost the ruddy color that represents youth, and tends to be more rational and white. Perhaps because of her long-term painting, her temperament has also changed greatly, a little less majestic and glamorous, but a little more elegant...... In the words of today's young people, there is a bit of literary style.

Murong Xianxian has taken the Zhuyan Dan, and her cultivation has already reached the realm of inviolation, which is caused by her deliberate spells, after all, she is now embodying the life of ordinary people, if a person's appearance has not changed in the slightest in the past six years, then it will be an incredible thing for these kind and simple neighbors around.

What is more embarrassing is that during this period, the enthusiastic neighbors gave her the opportunity to create a blind date, Murong Xianxian originally wanted to refuse, but she didn't seem to have any experience with blind dates before, and the feeling in this regard was a blank, so this time I really talked about it a few times...... It's a pity that there is more experience in blind dates, and there is still zero experience in love. But she doesn't mind very much, although she looks young, but her biological age is more than 100 years old after all, and it feels really not too embarrassing to fall in love with a young man in her twenties and thirties.

In the three years after this, that Lin Qingtao often came over, and every time he came, he would give a lot of money and goods, and sometimes in his words, he mentioned how the Qi family was and so on...... The meaning is self-evident.

For this kind of thing, Murong Xianxian has no interest in the slightest...... With her cultivation, even if she had the heart to support a certain force, it would not be the turn of a small mortal family. What's more, the reason why she lived in seclusion in the market was for only one purpose, that is, to experience the feelings of ordinary people, so that her cultivation could make a breakthrough.

And this kind of power struggle between ordinary people, with her identity, is really lazy to participate.

It's another year of cold winter, the north wind is howling, the bare branches on both sides of the street are blown by the cold wind, and some fallen leaves piled up at the roots of the trees are swept up by the cold wind and fall heavily.

Murong Xianxian walked out of the gallery and closed the door casually.

She wore a thick down jacket with a hood on her head, and a bright red wool scarf that covered most of her face. Don't say it's those acquaintances at this time...... Even if Murong Xiaoxiao stood in front of her, she categorically couldn't recognize that she was her sister, the Qingluan Fairy Murong Xianxian who was crisscrossing the endless sea back then.

At this time, Murong Xianxian looked no different from ordinary people. It's not similar in appearance, but in godlike, and even in the bones, there is no difference. After twenty years of life in the market, Murong Xianxian has completely become an ordinary person. Now she has a slightly old face. Although the body is still straight, it looks almost no different from a middle-aged person who has been busy all his life.

There is only one thing that is slightly different from ordinary people, that is, her eyes, black and white, incomparably clear, with a hint of light hidden between flashes, making her whole person look extraordinary.

In these years, Murong Xianxian has not carried out any cultivation, and she has even given up the method in the Heavenly Rune Inheritance when she was painting, and at this time, her attainments in painting have reached the realm of an out-and-out grandmaster.

A cold wind swirled towards him, and Murong Xianxian subconsciously pulled the neckline zipper to the end, still walking slowly towards the end of the street.

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

"yes, it's too cold, and there's not much business, so go out for a walk. Where are you two going?" asked Murong Xianxian with a smile.

The young man is Lan Yue's husband, but that girl is their daughter, looking at this girl who is vaguely similar to Lan Yue, Murong Xianxian can't help but feel a little embarrassed in her heart.

"On the last day of Xiaoyue's art exhibition, we went to help her clean up. The young man said with a smile.

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

The days went by in a constant repetition.

Spring goes to autumn, and before you know it, another twenty years have passed. The gallery opened by Murong Xianxian is already well-known in Beijing, but she herself has become an old man in her sixties, although her face is ruddy, her hair is gray, her muscles are loose, and there are no wrinkles that she should have. If there is anything different about her from ordinary people, it is not that she has not suffered any serious illnesses in the past few decades, let alone been hospitalized once. In fact, she occasionally gets sick, and that's all deliberate.

On this day, Murong Xianxian stood in the gallery, looking at the surroundings, his heart was full of strange feelings...... Just yesterday, she transferred this gallery to another one, and finally ended her life in the WTO. Because she has been suppressed for decades, and the baptism of her mood has tended to be complete, she can no longer suppress her strength, and a breakthrough is imminent.

After living here for more than 40 years, Murong Xianxian is no longer unwavering, and still has a little nostalgia in his heart when he leaves. This comfortable ordinary life, like the life of more than ten years before her cultivation, will become the most reminiscent and unforgettable life in her life.

Lan Yue's family walked by in front of the door, and they didn't forget to greet her...... The girl of yesteryear finally realized her dream of becoming a painter and is currently teaching at the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts. And her daughter is also learning to paint, and she has also learned painting here from Murong Xianxian, and this generation is also a woman inheriting her mother's business. It's just that Lan Yue's grandmother passed away in more than ten years.

Smiling and watching Lan Yue's family leave, Murong Xianxian sighed, shook his head lightly, and left the gallery. Soon after, Murong Xianxian's figure completely disappeared from the corner of this street. R1152