two cold

Yin Ran's cleverness and wisdom were quickly appreciated by the Yan family. After being a famous family, she has no coquettishness, and does not need others to take care of her daily life. The only person who doesn't like Yin Ran is probably her master.

"Yin Ran, smile more, you must look good when you smile." She just finished writing the copybook in the afternoon, put down her pen and said to the person standing behind her.

"Is it like Miss?"

"Um?"

"Even if you are unhappy, you still smile and always lie to others about your true feelings."

"You are wrong about one thing." Over the past few months, she has become accustomed to Yin Ran's straightforwardness. "Not only to deceive others, but more importantly to deceive yourself."

"why?"

"Why? Because I can live a better life like this." Looking at the different shades of ink on the post, he just smiled quietly. "Yin Ran, we live in this world, don't we live by deceiving others at any time? Men hide their ambitions in court, and women hide their jealousy in order to show women's virtues. We live in deception all the time, just to Do not cause displeasure to others.”

"What should I do if I feel uneasy in my heart?"

"Is that kind of thing important?" Whether it is light or thick, it's just a stroke of age. "Your selfishness or the pleasure of others, which one is more important to you?"

Before Yin Ran could answer, he heard that there was a visitor, and he was the leading calligrapher in Hanyang.When the other party saw the "Yi Lan Cao" that had not yet been completed on the case, he couldn't help but admire him, and returned with admiration.

Since then, the name of Yan's talented woman has become more resounding, but outsiders don't know it. When she finished writing "Yi Lan Cao" that day, she read softly: "Learn the wind of the valley, and use the shade to make rain..." Even though the king's fragrance is exclusive to the branches, it will eventually die. It only grows with all the grass, and the branches are sent between the strings of the zither.

The post "Yi Lan Cao" was inadvertently rubbed away by Yin Ran. Although everyone in the Yan family agreed that it was an accident, Yin Ran, who has always been rigorous in his work, just overturned the water, and the water just soaked the copybook. It is unbiased and inevitable.She didn't say anything, she just ordered the signature to be thrown away, but there was a smile on Yin Ran's pale face.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Miss, you have to laugh when you say you're unhappy. I'm practicing."

"But I always think you are very happy?"

"No, I'm not happy at all."

She looked at Yin Ran quietly, the two curved willow-leaf eyebrows on her slender face were raised vividly by the slight traction of the corners of her mouth, as if the spring breeze was blowing over the swaying willow branches, and the whole static scene came to life in an instant. "You look better when you smile."

"Miss, do you like my smile?" Yin Ran's eyes looked straight at her.

She looked back at those black and white eyes, and smiled slightly. "very nice."

Although she clearly saw Yin Ran's smile sinking for a moment, she still jokingly said, "Remember to smile more."

If it is said that Yin Ran's smile still conflicted with the innate unruliness when he was young, then Lan Zhen's smile had already seen the beauty of the country when he was young, but at that time he could still smile purely, which made Yin Ran lead Lan Zhen When Zhen arrived at the Yan Mansion, no one doubted her identity.

"This is my sister, and I also want to help the family."

Yin Ran's simple words easily won people's trust, but too complicated reasons aroused suspicion. At that time, she really realized what kind of character Yin Ran was, but she couldn't help laughing when she saw Lan Zhen bowing her head and docilely.

"Just now you are as good as a cat, how can you look like you usually open your mouth to bite people?" When the crowd dispersed, she leaned gently on the stone table in the backyard, seizing the opportunity to tease Lan Zhen.

Lan Zhen squinted, and the corner of her mouth turned down impatiently. "If it wasn't for my sister not coming all day, if it wasn't for returning things, I wouldn't beg Yin Ran to take me into the house."

After saying that, he took out something from his bosom, which was the cloak that was left in the Jishengyuan before.After receiving the robe, she thanked her and then asked, "Why don't you just send it to Yin Ran?"

"I..." As if trying to hide her embarrassment, Lan Zhen immediately raised her voice, "I just want to see where my sister lives."

"How is the humble house?"

"One day, the place where I live must be more magnificent than this place, and I will trample all those who look down on me under their feet."

Although Lan Zhen was a scholar-bureaucrat, her mother was only a lowly concubine, and she could only call her biological father "Master".Daughters born to lowly concubines can only be married to scholars as concubines or become prostitutes at most. Lan Zhen did not want to be under others all her life, and she vowed early on that she would live a life of great ups and downs, so she voluntarily became a prostitute and embarked on the ultimate journey. An unpredictable path.

Afterwards, the three of them often joked in the backyard, her father was busy with government affairs and rarely came back, and her stepmother didn't dare to interfere with her after she was only a concubine. It was the absurdity of that time that had squandered all her good days.

At that time, Lan Zhen performed all kinds of newly learned dances every day, occasionally leaning on her side charmingly, she played the gayaqin cheerfully, sometimes Lan Zhen took her hand when she was in high spirits, and the two of them would dance together Go in circles in the yard.Only Yin Ran still fulfilled his role as a companion, standing up straight and looking at her, listening to the movement in the four directions, and inserting a few words from time to time.

Lan Zhen was tired from dancing, so she took her hand and flopped down on the stone chair, her natural charm revealed a soft voice: "Sister, I must become a famous prostitute in the world, I want to be a famous actress in the world." The most beautiful woman."

"You're already too beautiful." She said with a smile while helping Lan Zhen drag the hem of her clothes with one hand.

"So what about sister? What do you want to do?"

"I have nothing to do. How about asking Yin Ran?"

Seeing two pairs of eyes cast on his body one after another, Yin Ran had learned to smile a long time ago, but the moment he said those words, it made people feel the slightest chill. "I want to get the most difficult thing in the world."

Lan Zhen became interested and continued to ask: "What is that?"

Yin Ran took a deep look at her, then gently turned his gaze to Lan Zhen. "It's about the same as what you want, to be able to stand on the top and overlook everyone's things."

"No wonder I always feel that we are in harmony. I wonder if we will be enemies or friends in the future?"

Lan Zhen's charming voice collided with Yin Ran's ice-clear tone, and scattered the affection and hostility all over the place.

You must remember a good year, the most orange and yellow orange and green time.

When Lan Zhen pestered her to learn poetry, she always repeated these two lines of poems. The scene at the tip of her heart was the worst weather and the most cloudy thunderstorm.

In the early summer of the next year when I met Yin Ran, the weather was as bad as before. She lay in front of the window watching the torrential rain in the mountains, and she lost her joy in playing the piano, lazily stretching the curtain hook with one hand.When the curtain was half-opened and half-closed, a moon-white figure came across the rice paddies. It was obviously the afternoon of heavy rain and the dim sky, but her eyes were fixed in the paleness that could not penetrate the rain, until the curtain was hooked. It knocked on the ground abruptly, like lightning resounding in my ears──

"Why are you here?"

She grabbed the clothes around her and rushed out the door, spread them on top of the two, and asked Yin Ran puzzled.

That face that was pale by the rain did not forget to bring a smile. "Originally, Lan Zhen was going to come... the time for the martial arts competition is approaching, so I'm here."

"It's okay if the weather doesn't come. You are my companion, not the servant who must report to my family every day." Yin Ran has been here for more than a year, and few people treat her as a real person. She also listened to Xian The maidservants whispered: Miss Yin has an indescribable aura about her, she looks at people with a smile on her face, but people don't even dare to vent her anger.

The rain carrying half of his shoulders entered the house, only to find that the person he was protecting was already soaked, so he called someone to fetch a towel.When wiping the towel on Yin Ran's shoulders, her hands froze for a moment, and she took off the towel and handed it to her. "Come by yourself, I'll have someone prepare a suit of clothes for you."

After Yin Ran changed her clothes, her face became slightly rosy. She took another dry towel and sat on the side of the bed to help Yin Ran wipe his hair which was still wet.

"Is there anything you need to rush to see?"

"I just said it."

"That's not a reason." Seeing Yin Ran raised his eyes, she lowered them. "Forget it, we'll go back when the rain stops."

Suddenly, there was a muffled thunder in the sky, and he felt the body of the person on the opposite side tremble, so he picked up a towel and covered Yin Ran's ears.

There was a low sigh on her lips.

Lightning shone through the room, and the blood color faded from Yin Ran's face, revealing a desolate and beautiful posture.Suddenly, Yin Ran's lips landed on hers, and like lightning, the rain rushed to the heart.

Her hand obviously still touched Yin Ran's trembling, but those eyes were like unmovable rocks that were deeply embedded in her eyes.

"I'm scared."

She stared blankly at Yin Ran's watery lips uttering such a timid sentence.

The thunderstorm outside the window was still rumbling.