When Mo Yao heard him say this, he was slightly stunned, his face showed doubt, and asked, "I have never mentioned my father's affairs to anyone, how do you know that I am thinking of my father?"

Ye Lan sighed: "Didn't you mention it to anyone? Last time you were drunk in Ye Xiangju, you fell on my shoulder and mentioned that Uncle Mo was suffering from love, missing his deceased wife too much, and finally died depressed, thinking that you were too drunk at the time, and you didn't remember what you said at that time." ”

Mo Yao's brows relaxed, and he said softly: "It turns out that when you are drunk, you really don't remember anything...... I really can't remember the slightest. He sighed again and continued, "You guessed right, I remembered my father." Brother Lan, you know, I lost my mother when I was three years old, and I was raised by my father since I was a child. When I was sensible, I saw that everyone else had a father and a mother, but I only had one father, so I asked him where my mother was, but he always said that my mother was captured by demons, and he wanted me to save my mother and come back one day. Although I was young at the time, I also knew that what he said was a trick to fool children, he was just a poor scholar who was down-and-out and destitute, and he didn't know the slightest magic power, where would he provoke any demons to catch his wife? But every time I asked him, he always said that, now that I think about it, could it be that my mother really did not die, but was captured by some cultivator?"

Ye Lan saw Mo Yao's eyebrows frowning slightly, with a thoughtful look on his face, obviously still not understanding the meaning of his father's words, he groaned slightly, and said slowly: "Ah Yao, in my opinion, maybe what Uncle Mo said is not a child's words, maybe you have other hidden secrets in your life experience, think about it, will a person like you really be the daughter of an ordinary down-and-out scholar in the mortal world?"

Mo Yao turned his eyes and sighed lightly: "After I started cultivating, I knew that my talent was far beyond others, and I also doubted my own background in my heart. But for as long as I can remember, until my father died of poverty at the age of twelve, he never showed anything out of the ordinary. He is thin and weak, almost powerless, but his tone is amazing, between words, no matter whether the ancient sages or emperors and heroes, he is degraded to nothing, as if no one in the world can enter his eyes. ”

Ye Lan smiled slightly, and said: "Is there no one in the world who can enter Uncle Mo's eyes? A person with such a vision must have great skills, seeing that I am just unknown to you, maybe Uncle Mo is deliberately hiding it from you." ”

Mo Yao smiled bitterly, shook his head and said: "Back then, my father and daughter were down on the streets, humiliated and bullied, if my father really had any other ability, how could he be beaten to the ground by two street splashers? If it weren't for the two uncles who sold strong pills on the side to save me in the face, my father would definitely let those two splashes beat to death." ”

Ye Lan saw that her face was sad, knowing that her memory of her deceased father touched his heart, he knew that this matter was inconsolable, so he also sighed, and the palm holding her hand tightened again.

Mo Yao was silent for a while, and then said: "Although my father has no other skills, his handful of danqing is wonderful, which attracts the rich people in the neighborhood to buy it, my father and daughter make a living from it, and they didn't worry about food and clothing at the beginning, but who knew that my father had no mother, and he was more and more depressed, and he only knew that he was drunk and fell asleep all day long, and later he couldn't even paint......

When Ye Lan heard this, his heart tightened, and he secretly thought: "You two make a living by selling paintings, and Uncle Mo can't paint, so let's go."

It's cut off from livelihood, but how can you father and daughter live?" he held Qianqian Rou Yi in his hand, although he knew that Mo Yao finally got through the difficulties safely, he still couldn't stop worrying about her situation at that time.

I only heard Mo Yao continue quietly: "Later, my father became ill and couldn't afford to get sick, and when I was young, I had to take care of him when my parents loved him the most." Hey, take care of it, I still have a father, it's not a bitter child without a father and a mother......"

Ye Lan was still worried about her livelihood back then, afraid that she would starve and freeze, so she couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Mo can't paint anymore, ...... How do you live?"

Mo Yao said: "At that time, we had been selling paintings for several years, and my father's paintings were already quite famous in that small town. ”

When Ye Lan heard this, he was very relieved, and said repeatedly: "That's good, that's good!" Remembering that Mo Yao was also a master of this way, he asked: "Ah Yao, did you learn this painting skill from Uncle Mo back then?"

Mo Yao shook his head slightly and said: "No, I also pestered my father to ask him to teach me to paint, but he always refused, saying that children have no life experience, lack of knowledge, learn painting too early, easy to be proficient in art and neglect the Tao, no charm, it is difficult to reach the best realm in life, so he has not taught me." I learned these brushstrokes by myself after my father passed away. Now I have a glimpse of the door, only to know that what my father said is correct, I don't have enough experience, compared with my father's paintings, the artistic conception is really too far behind......"

Ye Lan and Yu Danqing are laymen, but they feel that Mo Yao's paintings are extremely ingenious, and they are indescribably beautiful, and when they heard Mo Yao admit that they were not as far as his father, he didn't believe it, shook his head slightly, and listened to Mo Yao continue: " Later, my father's illness became more and more serious, and his mind gradually blurred, and he only talked all day that his mother was captured by the bad guys, and asked me to save her back, and I asked the best Lang Zhong in the city to treat him. After more than a year, he became unable to speak, lying motionless on the bed, if it were not for the breathing and heartbeat, as if he was dead, I still had a glimmer ......of hope in my heart at that time, always waiting for the bedside, hoping that my father would suddenly get better, and then go to the street with me to sell paintings, who knows, who knows, who knows" At this point, the voice was choked, and I couldn't speak anymore, and the tears in my eyes were like threads, soaking my cheeks.

Ye Lan sighed, took her into his arms, and comforted her softly for a long time, Mo Yao stopped crying, straightened up, and said softly: "Daddy's bedside time is not short, my father and daughter only have little savings, so they can't go in and out, so naturally they can't support it, so they sold everything that could be sold at home, leaving only a bronze mirror that my mother used for dressing up back then." Saying that, he reached into his arms and took out a mirror from the Qiankun bag, the mirror was more than a foot in diameter, shining brightly, the back was mottled with brass, the pattern was complicated, and it was very ancient, Mo Yao's fingers stroked the copper mirror, and said slowly: "Originally, the family ran out of money, and there was no rice to cook, I had planned to sell this mirror for a few days of rations, but I remembered that this is the only relic of my mother, and my father was in a daze with this bronze mirror all day long, obviously seeing things and thinking about people, so he was not willing to sell this copper mirror...... , You also know what happened later, I can't think about it, so I had to sell myself to bury my father,

And so he entered the governor's palace. ”

Mo Yao's past life experience was too miserable, and he has always been reluctant to mention it to others, even if he has been with Shi Lan for a long time, because the two of them have not confided their hearts before, although they have affection for each other, they are always separated by a layer of window paper, and they have never explained this matter to him in detail. Ye Lan used to know more or less about Mo Yao's past from Su Wan, but he only knew a little about it, and when he heard Mo Yao explain this matter in detail, he couldn't help but feel pity in his heart, and held her hand and said softly: "Ah Yao, for so many years, you have suffered......"

Mo Yao's eyes were full of tears again, and he said faintly: "Back then, I made a living selling paintings with my father, although my life was not easy, but I was happy in my heart, and I didn't feel bitter, after my father left, I always thought of him, but there was an indescribable bitter......ness in my heart" Speaking of this, he sighed lightly, looked up at Ye Lan, and continued: "Brother Lan, do you know why I hate the scholar who is looking for a short martyr? Although his father was not martyred, he missed his mother, became ill, and then died, which is no different from martyrdom. In the eyes of others, my father is a rare infatuated man in the world, but he forgets that he is not only my mother's husband, but also my father! He died for love, no longer suffering from lovesickness, but left me a twelve-year-old girl to live alone in the world. Daddy has always said that my mother was captured by bad people, I don't know if this is true or not, I don't know if she is still alive in this world, I lost my mother when I was three years old, I can't remember what she looks like, I don't know what kind of person she is, what kind of temperament she is, but if she knew that Daddy left her only daughter in the world to suffer alone, I'm afraid she wouldn't forgive him, right?"

Ye Lan was silent for a while, and suddenly asked, "What about you, have you forgiven him?"

Mo Yao's eyes were shining with tears, her teeth were biting her lower lip, her face was full of misery, she was silent for a long time, and finally shook her head slowly.

Ye Lan saw that she still couldn't let go of her after many years, knowing that her heart was in deep pain, and it was useless to persuade and explain, so she had to sigh and stop talking.

Mo Yao recalled the past, full of sadness, Ye Lan saw her like this, her heart was full of pity, and the two of them had no intention of exploring the traces of the Demon Gate. Seeing that it was about to be noon, he found a nearby restaurant and sat down for a drink.

Ye Lan entered the store and rewarded Xiao Er with a piece of silver, and the little two were grateful to Dade, so they arranged a private seat along the street on the second floor for the two of them. After a few glasses of wine, Ye Lan told some anecdotes about overseas and Ningdu to make her happy in order to dispel the sorrow in Mo Yao's heart. Mo Yao was accidentally aroused by the scholar who was about to throw herself into the river, which was originally quite sad, but this matter has always been in her heart, and she has never forgotten it.

Ye Lan saw that the sadness on her face was gone, so she was relieved. After a few cups of slow drinking, I heard the noise of cars and horses on the street, which was quite lively, so I looked at the window, to take a look at this bustling market, as far as my eyes could see, I suddenly saw a big mansion on the left Zhu Gate opened, and a plaque was hung on the door, with four big characters on it, Ye Lan saw these four words, smiled slightly, pointed to the plaque and said to Mo Yao: "What is the place to go in this group of jade courtyards? ”