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Su Jinxin was definitely not someone who just waited for death. Apart from forced marriage, she naturally had other ways to make Mr. Yun take responsibility for her. She was just afraid that the shocking and ruthless moves she thought of would scare Qiaolan, so Su Jinxin didn't say anything out loud.
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Being cautious and leaving leeway in doing things, this is Su Jinxin in this life.
The bamboo path is quiet and the scenery is pleasant. It should be a good place for leisurely play, but in Su Jinxin's eyes, she feels that it is not only an eyesore, but also makes her upset.
Hatred was a thorn in her heart that could never be removed. It was like a wildly growing vine, entangling her tighter and tighter. Even though she hid in the other courtyard on Wuyun Mountain and left the intrigues in the mansion,
In her heart, she never stopped making defensive calculations. Once the chess game was set, how could she, the one in control, not say that she could not move?
In this world, there are thousands of common things interfering with each other, and wherever there are people, fights are inevitable. In order to survive, all she can do is to join in the same deeds as them.
Standing outside this green bamboo forest, Su Jinxin couldn't help but look back and glanced again at the bamboo path she had just walked.
Yuanzhi, I'm sorry, you wanted to stay away from the troubles of the world and accompany you with paintings, but I pulled you back to this filthy place of right and wrong, and continued to sink.
Staring deep in her eyes, Su Jinxin felt sad. She knew that she was despicable and always hurt innocent people for revenge. But she had never had peace in her heart for a day. If she could not get revenge in this life, she didn't know.
What is the purpose of her rebirth and reincarnation as a human being?
Thousands of miles of autumn wind passes through the south of the Yangtze River, floating life gathers and disperses in the vast distance;
I also used a silver saddle and whipped my whip, trampling all the prosperity, but I was still frivolous when I was young!
But then, without knowing it, I lay drunk in the wilderness, drank ten glasses of wine, and forgot that this was a foreign country.
We meet each other in life and in death, but I can only enter Beijing in my dreams. I suspect that it is an old friend coming, but the past is unclear!
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At this time, not far from the Yunqi Bamboo Path, a sad song was heard.
The music is melodious, but extremely sad. Listening to it makes people shed tears.
It’s Manager Fan!
As soon as Su Jinxin heard the old and drunken singing, she immediately guessed the mysterious manager Fan of the villa, Mr. Fan.
"Qiaolan, let's go there."
Su Jinxin calmed down and smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth, but she concealed her emotions very well, making it impossible to see any hint of her happiness or anger.
He walked quickly, following the sound, but his face looked calm and calm.
But I saw an old man in his sixties lying on the ground under a lush pine tree, drinking wine and singing.
The imitation song is crazy, and intoxication turns into desolation.
The old man was dressed in cloth and straw sandals. Although his clothes were simple and rustic, his eyes were full of energy, unlike ordinary people, and his demeanor showed a bit of the arrogance of a scholar.
"Manager Fan." Su Jinxin walked over, knelt down and called him.
Mr. Fan opened his eyes, feeling drunk, "It's you, the second girl of Mr. Su's family." He burped and said, "Girl, the wine you sent me is very much what I like!
Not bad, not bad!" He is a good and sensible boy.
Mr. Su is the third among brothers. Except for the late old man, no one dares to call the head of the Su family the third son. Mr. Fan’s contempt and disrespectful words towards Mr. Su are enough to impress Mr. Fan in his heart.
In fact, he didn't take the head of the Su family seriously at all.
After hearing this, Su Jinxin secretly clapped her hands and cheered.
"Second Miss, please leave." Seeing Su Jinxin raise her hand, Qiaolan bowed to Su Jinxin and bowed, then stepped aside far away. Su Jinxin, without any scruples, immediately sat on the ground beside Mr. Fan.
"You are indeed a smart man." Mr. Fan stroked his beard and laughed. This Mr. Su had given birth to a good daughter. Seeing that he had something to say to her, he dismissed the maid next to him.
Mr. Fan acted informally, and Su Jinxin naturally noticed it. When talking to him, he lost the habit of making excuses and said, "Manager Fan, there seems to be something unfinished in the song I just listened to you singing."
This business is difficult to deal with. I don’t understand, since it is unforgettable, why don’t you go back and have a look? Is it because you don’t dare or don’t want to?”
Mr. Fan glanced at Su Jinxin and sighed, "There is something in your words. I think you are suspicious of my identity. Anyway, after so many years, I am worthy of your grandfather and your Su family."
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"Steward Fan was promoted by my grandfather. After my grandfather passed away, Steward Fan did not return to his home. He just stayed at the villa in Yunqi. I think he was guarding our Su family for my grandfather." Yun
The villa here is the foundation of the Su family's tea business. Protecting Yunqi means preserving the Su family's ancestral industry.
Mr. Fan did not deny Su Jinxin's guess. He just took a sip of wine and said, "It goes by so fast. Twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye."
"Manager Fan, I should call you senior, Grandpa Fan, or Mr. Fan." Su Jinxin was so ignorant, and her words and deeds were neither big nor small, but it made Mr. Fan appreciate her even more and look at her with admiration.
"I know your grandfather, so it's not a loss if you call me grandpa." Mr. Fan smiled kindly.
"Grandpa Fan, there is something I don't understand. That brat Fan Yichu calls Mr. Yun his uncle, so you are..." Su Jin thought of Mr. Fan blurting out, "Even if I always have a wonderful pen in my hand, I can draw all the world's paintings."
"People can't paint people's hearts." At that time, she thought it was Mr. Fan who was insinuating the unpredictable nature of people's hearts. But now that she thought about it, it was possible that Mr. Fan was also good at painting, and what he was best at was not landscape painting, but painting people.
If Mr. Fan were Mr. Yun's teacher, then the next thing would be much easier to handle.
What a cunning girl. She just said "Grandpa Fan" and wanted to trick him. However, this girl is really smart. She has only been in Wuyun Mountain for a few days and she vaguely guessed his identity. It seems that this descendant of the Su family is not a person.
An incompetent and mediocre person.
It's a pity that she is a girl.
Fan Lao sighed inwardly and said with a smile, "I can see what you are thinking, girl. But unfortunately, I am not Yuan Zhi's real teacher. Yuan Zhi is a rare genius who is rare to see in a hundred years. He will be in the future in the future."
His attainments in painting are definitely far better than mine. I just gave him some pointers because of my seniority. He respected me and called me teacher."
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