Mingzhu had already made up her mind to persuade Wang Wei to stay, and she knew that whether she could keep Wang Wei or not depended on what she said next. As Wang Wei said, she was so terrible at such a young age.
So next, if Wang Wei feels that she really sees the world thoroughly and clearly enough, and is willing to trust her, then he will listen to her and stay. But if Wang Wei feels that her words are not very convincing
If so, then all this effort will be in vain.
Therefore, before Mingzhu spoke, he sighed leisurely. Although this sigh was light, it seemed to have touched Wang Wei's heart, making his heart tremble. I really didn't know that it was Mingzhu who entered the room.
The play was too fast, and Wang Wei was already emotionally moved.
After Mingzhu sighed, she paused for a while and then said slowly:
"Whether a person can withstand the world has nothing to do with age, but with experience. Some people live a life of ease and smoothness, just like the flowers and plants in a house, living their lives without wind or rain, but some people are like those in the wilderness.
Like the flowers and trees, three hundred and sixty days a year, frost, snow, swords and swords are facing each other." Fang Mingzhu was excited and the words from the Dream of Red Mansions came out again, "Every day after experiencing the heavy wind and snow, and experiencing several life and death, it is
Everything is understood..."
The faint lightness in Mingzhu's voice, as if floating in the sky, and the faint sadness, made Wang Wei unable to control himself, and couldn't help but chant:
"Three hundred and sixty days a year, frost swords and snow swords are facing each other. The girl really has a beautiful heart and a good mouth."
Only then did Mingzhu realize that she had gone too far in showing off again, and quickly changed the subject. She had almost ruined Li Qingzhao's reputation. She could no longer implicate Cao Xueqin.
"Young master said, the poems and articles on the golden bamboo slips go straight to the heart of the young master. You are very surprised why I can say these things, because you think I am too young and just a craftsman who makes jewelry, so I shouldn't be able to
Do you understand what a talented person like you is thinking?"
"No, no," Wang Wei said quickly, "Don't get me wrong, girl. I don't mean to despise the girl at all. I just think that the girl is indeed a bit younger..." Wang Wei became nervous and even mentioned three girls in a row.
Mingzhu burst out laughing. She felt more and more that this Wang Wei was so loyal that she wanted to tease him when she wasn't paying attention. Oh, how could there be such a man?
When doing this, I always have to remind myself:
'Don't tease him, don't tease him, talk to him. God, it's so hard to endure.'
Mingzhu complained in her heart, of course, maybe only she would have such hardship.
Mingzhu put away the evil thoughts in her heart and put on her considerate attitude again:
"Young master, you don't need to be so nervous. Even if you really think so, I won't mind. Because this is indeed a fact. I can't compare to you, and I can't compare to you when it comes to poetry and painting..."
Wang Weigang wanted to be humble, but Mingzhu didn't allow him to speak, so he continued:
"Listen to what I have to say. I am not a person who is used to being modest." Well, this is the truth. "But I will admit the facts and only learn. I am indeed not as good as you, but making jewelry is also a specialized knowledge."
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Mingzhu's voice suddenly became clear because she recalled her mother - Fang Qianhua, a world-famous modern jewelry designer! Mingzhu had already decided that she would use her mother's ideas to convince Wang Wei. She believed that it would work.
Yes, because my mother is so strong, she persisted through so many setbacks and failures, and finally achieved the final success, so she is the most qualified person to persuade Wang Wei!
"Just like you, sir, use pen and paper to write poems and paintings, and then convey your ideals through poems and paintings, and pursue and realize them persistently, the same is true for people who make jewelry. They use their own hands to make those ideals
Shapeless raw materials are turned into the most exquisite jewelry and handicrafts that are spread throughout the world, turning decay into magic, vulgarity into elegance, and melting all of your dreams and life into them!"
Mingzhu's attitude suddenly became excited, and Wang Wei was also horrified and moved. He really didn't expect that jewelry craftsmen also had such a rich inner world and such passionate pursuits. It was really just like Mingzhu said,
In this regard, they are all the same as Wang Wei.
Mingzhu calmed down her mood a little and continued:
"The effort and effort that a good jewelry craftsman puts in to succeed is unimaginable to outsiders." Mingzhu's eyes flashed scenes of her mother working in modern times. "They draw and make day and night, because
Jewelry used to be delicate and small, so their drawings had strict proportions. If they were a little wrong, the jewelry would be out of shape after it was printed." Mingzhu seemed to see the mountains of drawings beside her mother's workbench, "They also use their own hands to
To polish every gemstone and to weld every solder joint, they pursue perfection. They would rather let their lives come to an end tonight than let the jewelry they are making become rough! They
"It's very tiring, especially when they haven't become famous yet. When they are just starting out, their works will be criticized and even ridiculed by people. Sometimes, she really wants to give up," Mingzhu has unconsciously replaced 'them' with '
She', now her heart has been filled with her mother, "In order to be able to truly never make jewelry again, and no longer suffer the simple humiliation for making jewelry, she wanted to cut off her own hair many times.
Hands!"
Wang Wei was deeply attracted by what Mingzhu said, and was even more moved by the profound sadness shown by Mingzhu. He was speechless. Mingzhu continued:
"However, she persisted in the end. She once said to me that when people live in the world, the most hurtful thing is definitely the one you love most, and if you love it, you have to be prepared to be hurt for it.
Be prepared, no matter it is a person or something. She really loves making jewelry, so no matter how much torture and injury she endures, she will persevere.
Young Master, I will give you these words of hers today. If you really love your poems, your paintings, and the dreams in your heart, just stay and hold on. One day
, you will be rewarded, really." At the end of the sentence, Mingzhu was crying.
Wang Wei had forgotten his own affairs now. He looked at the bead curtain and asked:
"The 'she' that the girl keeps talking about is..."
"It's my mother, and her life or death is uncertain now!" Mingzhu burst into tears.
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