The same as the overall decoration style, the bedroom is also an antique Chinese style, the frame of the solid wood bed is dark brown, and the flowing milky white veil is hung on it as a decoration, much like the boudoir of the royal concubine in the ancient costume TV series, but no matter how luxurious the layout, it can't give Fan Yishan a good night's sleep.

Following Ji Munan's side, Fan Yishan had an understanding of the current trend of the performance industry, and also heard the faint rumors from the Peking Opera Association from Ji Guangfan. She knows that this New Year's performance season is extraordinary, on the surface, it is a redivision of the performance market in the province, but behind it represents the first review of a deeper threshold.

For example, the pre-selection of the "Old Dream Project".

Since the reorganization, the spring garden has developed inexorably like a dark horse that has risen out of the reins, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is not an exaggeration to say that it is not an exaggeration to kill the gods and the Buddhas. Not to mention that those small-scale performance groups do not have the capital to compete with them, even if they are as senior as Liyuantang, they can't intercept the vigor of the spring garden.

For difficult opponents, the best thing to do is to nip in the bud.

The same is true for mortal enemies.

If you successfully catch this ride, when people become the climate over time, it will be even more difficult to bring down the spring garden in the future.

Fan Yishan thought about these in her heart, weighing what to do next.

Maybe he should give Ji Munan some good looks and let him borrow the power of the Ji family to do something. Or perhaps, he should blow the wind in his ears in private for this noble son of a family who is easy to be impulsive, after all, he is the easiest to be provoked and the most difficult to resist the gentle words of the girls around him, as long as he intends to bring a rhythm, maybe he will do what he thinks in his heart.

Fan Yishan turned over, the soft satin goose down quilt wrapped around her side face, and the long curly hair scattered softly sprinkled on the pillow, reflecting her fair skin looked charming and moving.

There was a small night light in the room, which was a warm yellow that diffused little by little.

Because of this faint light source, the moonlight through the window is dimmed, and the dim light casts an ambiguous light on the wall, but in this kind of night that has nothing to do with love, all the romance becomes irony.

The joy of every family, the love of tenderness and sweetness, a bright future

None of them belong to Fan Yishan.

In her heart, in addition to unwillingness, there is deep resentment.

She resented Fan Lingchu, resented Gu Nanqiao, and even resented the spring garden and everyone who was involved with this troupe, not because of jealousy or other narrow-minded emotions, not just because of the resentment that had nowhere to resolve after her mother's death, but those thoughts that could not see the light were fermenting in the dark, Fan Yishan had waited to be redeemed, but she couldn't wait for anything, and finally found that there was no way back.

The loud and loud goodbyes are not real goodbyes.

Whether it was the quarrel between Fan Yishan and Fan Lingchu, or her resolute resignation from the Peking Opera Troupe, it was like a childish child who was just angry with her parents, and her words and deeds revealed that she was strong on the outside and on the inside, obviously she was so wronged in her heart that she was going to die, but she still forced her tears back and muttered in a thick nasal voice.

"You go and coax other children, I don't need you to coax"

In fact, the truest thought in my heart is that I hope that others will take the initiative to give the steps, presumably at this time, if Fan Lingchu says something with good words, it can eliminate the resentment in Fan Yishan's heart and untie her heart knot.

But Fan Lingchu didn't.

He was busy with the aftermath of his deceased wife, busy worrying about the future of the spring garden, and even busy worrying about how not to continue to involve his beloved apprentice, but he didn't care about what his biological daughter thought, and he didn't feel sorry for this pampered eldest lady who had been pampered since she was a child, and how to ensure her life and death after suddenly experiencing the pain of losing her mother and losing the shelter of her home.

It's like Fan Lingchu is really quite ruthless, he doesn't think about this deviant daughter, he doesn't mind her suffering all kinds of hardships, he just wants her to hit the south wall and fend for herself.

But Fan Yishan will only survive in a desperate situation, and will not fend for herself.

A lot of pain and sadness are unforgivable, no one minds the sorrow and embarrassment of Gen for a long time, and the most difficult moment is that she gritted her teeth and stubbornly passed it, and when these emotions gradually become obsessions in her heart, there is no need for belated apologies or other meaningless words, as for really drawing a line with Fan Lingchu in her heart, that is what happened at that time.

Now Fan Yishan just wants to take revenge on Fan Lingchu and ruin the spring garden that has condensed half of his life's hard work.

The warm light outlines Fan Yishan's delicate eyebrows and eyes, and after being set off by the light and shadow, it seems to bring the depth of a silhouette. Fan Yishan frowned slightly, the alcohol made her eyes flush slightly, the beauty is too proud of the capital, even if the eyes are cold and deep in the bone marrow, the eyebrows and eyes do not hide their calculations and thoughts, it is also quite moving.

For example, Fan Yishan at this moment.

She put her slender fingers on her temples, and pressed them lightly for a while, trying to restrain those sudden sleepiness, and continued to think about how to express her dissatisfaction with the spring garden with Ji Munan when Ji Munan came back.

In fact, Fan Yishan has a cold temperament, she doesn't have any genes in her bones, her arrogance is revealed from her bones, this time she said that she was asking Ji Munan, but she didn't know how to bow her head and curry favor, she clearly didn't have any capital, and what she expressed between her gestures was unscrupulous and fearless.

And Ji Munan should not have been indulged to this extent.

From the very beginning, Fan Yishan put her own use on the bright side, how could Ji Munan not see it.

He is clearly a decisive person, looking at the entire circle of the performance industry, who doesn't know that the little son of the Ji family is a smiling tiger who eats people and does not spit out bones, and the people who work with him have to be peeled off the skin nine times out of ten, and they are squeezed so that there is not even scum left. He has always been the only one who calculates other people's share, why is it so easy to deceive this time, just saying that "heroes are sad to pass the beauty pass" empty words, it is obviously too ridiculous.

So what is the reason, is it really because I can't ask for it?

Fan Yishan couldn't figure out these things.

The more I can't figure it out, the more the myriad thoughts in my mind overlap uncontrollably, and the only reason I have been deprived of under the catalysis of alcohol, and my senses gradually soften.

In the end, she actually thought to herself

It doesn't mean that I like it.

The thought flickered in her heart and quickly dissipated, apparently even she thought it was too ridiculous.

The half bottle of foreign wine has a high degree, and the stamina is also quite powerful, when she drank it, Fan Yishan only felt that the wine tasted choked, which made her realize it later, and she was finally forced to open her eyes by alcohol. Her temples hurt terribly, and her delicate cheeks were soaked with a layer of cold sweat on her forehead, so she had to wrap the quilt around her.

Half-asleep and half-awake, she sighed silently, and finally let go of all the entanglements.

It doesn't matter what it is, everyone just takes what they need, and it's too extravagant to say that they like it.

Forget it.

When Ji Munan came back, Fan Yishan was vaguely asleep.

However, this sleep was only a short slumber brought about by drunkenness, and she thought about a mess in her heart, and she could not get a moment of relief at all, so she could not sleep soundly. After hearing the movement, Fan Yishan quickly woke up, and when she turned over, she picked up the mobile phone placed on the bedside and looked at the time, it was already past two o'clock in the morning, and Ji Munan came back too late today.

Ji Munan didn't know that Fan Yishan was awake, because he was afraid of disturbing the girl's rest, he didn't dare to turn on the light, but just entered the house in the dark. As the door was pushed open, the heavy smell of alcohol mixed with cigarette tails came to her face, Fan Yishan hated the traces left behind by this kind of social occasion, and frowned slightly imperceptibly, but she didn't say anything after all.

In the darkness, the visual is completely deprived, but the auditory senses are infinitely magnified.

Fan Yishan leaned on the pillow silently, and could clearly hear the sound of rustling around him, and it was not difficult to tell that Ji Munan was washing and undressing through the sound, although the drunkenness urged his behavior to be not very controlled, but he couldn't stand Ji Gongzi's heart, and he always carefully controlled his movements slowly and silently, leaving only a small sound of fabric rubbing.

Later, the voice became weaker and weaker, but there was a slight tremor on the bed, and there was a faint warmth unique to the human body in the position around him, even if Fan Yishan didn't turn over, he knew that it was Ji Munan who finally went to bed. Then, he hugged Fan Yishan from behind, turned his head and pressed the side of his face against the girl's slender back, and he could feel the heat of his skin through the thin layer of fabric of the silk pajamas.

"Shanshan, have you slept" Ji Munan's voice was very soft, and the question was squeezed out like a whisper, and the sprayed snort hooked Fan Yishan's ears, almost like a lover's pillow whispering.

Fan Yishan closed her eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep, without brushing his hand away or answering him.

"Let me hug you. Ji Munan called softly again.

His hand wrapped around Fan Yishan's waist through the quilt, his snort mixed with a faint smell of wine, and his voice was rarely soft.

"Don't make trouble, Ji Munan, you let go. Fan Yishan pressed Ji Munan's ankle and said in a cold voice, "If you are interested in thinking about those boring things, you can find those sisters and sisters who like you, or whichever one, in short, don't bother me, I'm not in the mood." ”

"What do you mean by this" Ji Munan's hand stiffened, and chuckled meaninglessly, "What is any one, Fan Yishan, I came back on time on Chinese New Year's Eve, you don't seem to welcome me"

"Why should I welcome you, Ji Dashao"

Fan Yishan was not in a good mood, and Bansu's mental confusion was catalyzed by alcohol and turned into an evil fire that could not be vented, so that she blurted out words that were almost unscrupulous, leaving no trace of affection for each other.

"What kind of relationship are we, should you be a couple in love, you have to accompany each other on special festivals Compared to this, I want to know how many catties and taels you have, the spring garden is developing so well, is it you mercilessly pondering the long line to catch big fish, or the ability is not enough at all, and you can't balance them."