After that day, Mu Lan would go to that bookstore every few days. The boss was very talkative. Mu Lan liked chatting with the boss. The boss had been to many places. He always said that people who like architecture should go to the outside world more.
Look at different places and absorb some different things.
No matter how well the writing is, no matter how rich the content is, even if it is full of pictures and texts, it is still not as good as going there and taking a look at it yourself.
Mu Lan's right hand recovered very slowly. She still has no strength and cannot hold a pen. She began to practice writing and drawing with her left hand. She is a very persistent person. Once she decides something, she will use her full strength, so now she can
She uses her left hand to write and draw pictures, but her left hand is not as sharp as her right hand before. However, she believes that hard work can make up for clumsiness, and her left hand will definitely be more useful than her right hand in the future.
Hariqi would come to the bookstore occasionally. She seemed to like the atmosphere of the store very much. She often brought some drawings and sat there all afternoon. Mu Lan and her would occasionally chat. Although Hariqi didn't know much about architecture,
But she has been to many places, and a designer like her always has her own unique opinions on beautiful things. She is very confident and does not ask others to accept her ideas, but she insists on her own opinions.
In this aspect, Mu Lan is very similar to her.
Mu Lan likes a lot of things. She doesn't ask others to like her the same, but she won't change what she likes easily. They are both stubborn and persistent people, or should I say, as designers and artists,
You should have a persistent persistence in your own appreciation.
"Mu Lan, why are you here alone today?" Hariqi approached the bookstore and only saw Mu Lan sitting quietly by the window sill reading a book. She did not see the young man who usually accompanied her, and she was slightly agitated.
strangeness.
"He has something to do today." Mu Lan raised her head and smiled sweetly at her, "Aren't you going to Italy to see a jewelry exhibition?"
During this period of chatting, they had become familiar with each other. When Hariqi met at the bookstore the day before yesterday, she mentioned that she was going to Italy to see a jewelry exhibition today. Mu Lan did not expect to meet her today, and was a little surprised.
"Suddenly I don't want to go." Haric shrugged, but his brows revealed his lack of interest in the jewelry exhibition.
Originally, she heard that there would be a design work that she liked very much in this jewelry exhibition, called the Heart of Dust and Tears. But before leaving, she received news that the Heart of Dust and Tears had been secretly taken away.
She showed up at this jewelry show, so she canceled her plan. She has always been a very purposeful person. Since there is nothing she wants to see, there is no need to go there.
"Oh." Mu Lan nodded, and the pencil in her left hand did not stop moving, drawing something in detail.
Hariqi came over, sat across from her, raised his eyebrows, "I haven't seen you for a few days, and you can already draw pictures with your left hand."
She has a very special affection for this girl, which is something that almost never happens. She has always been proud and cold, rarely interacts with others, has no friends, and is a very self-centered person.
When she first met Mu Lan, she couldn't help but feel distressed because of the injuries to her feet. She actually massaged her in person. Afterwards, she thought it was incredible when she thought about it. Several chance encounters made her become more and more fond of this girl.
The heavier.
She has never met a girl like Mu Lan. She is still at the age when she should act like a spoiled child in the arms of her parents, but she calmly faces her almost disabled feet and right hand. Her open-mindedness and calmness make even Harich feel ashamed.
On the contrary, when she heard that Mu Lan was an orphan, she couldn't help but get close to her and wanted to care about her. She didn't know if it was because she also had a daughter about the same age as her, so she felt this way.
"Yes." Mu Lan nodded. She liked such a relaxed relationship. Except for the fact that her mother abandoned her, which she still couldn't let go of, Hariqi was actually a very good person. At least Mu Lan thought that someone as outstanding as her was
It was a very strange thing for a designer to be so approachable. Of course, what she didn't know was that Hariqi would only show some tenderness to Mu Lan.
"If my daughter is still alive, she should be as old as you." Hariq suddenly spoke, mentioning her daughter in front of Mu Lan for the first time.
Mu Lan paused with the pen in her hand and drew a straight line on the white paper that should not have appeared. However, she quickly pretended not to care and asked, "So you have a daughter."
"But she was taken away right after she was born." Hariqi showed inexplicable sadness on his face and sighed slightly, "I don't know where she is now."
"Being... taken away by someone?" Mu Lan's left hand trembled slightly, and she couldn't concentrate on writing, so she finally stopped writing and looked at Hariqi, "Why was someone taken away? Isn't it your child?
"
Could it be that her mother really had her own reasons? Mu Lan's heart moved slightly, and she looked at Hariqi who was deep in thought without any trace, trying to see some deception in her expression, but found nothing.
"In order to give birth to her, I was in pain for a day and a night, and then I was in a coma for three days." Haric smiled bitterly, with a flash of pain in his eyes, "But I didn't even have a chance to hold her."
"Why?" Mu Lan didn't notice that her tone became urgent. Fortunately, Hariqi was lost in memories and ignored Mu Lan's eagerness.
"Many things have no reason. Maybe leaving my side is the best thing for her." Haric laughed at herself. She had never mentioned her child to anyone, and she didn't know.
Why did she talk about that taboo topic in front of the little girl Mu Lan? Maybe in her subconscious she needed a listener, and simple Mu Lan was the best choice.
"How can a child who is separated from his mother be happy?" Mu Lan shook her head, "You adults always think that you are arranging what you think is the best path for your child, but you have never asked us what we want."
Hariqi looked at Mu Lan in surprise, and then thought that Mu Lan was an orphan. Her emotion also came from her own growth. She couldn't help but smile and said, "But Mu Lan, everything is insignificant in front of life."
,Don’t you understand?”
"In front of life?" Mu Lan frowned, confused.
"You can grow up safely without me, but if you stay with me, you will face dangers all the time. You are still young. When you grow up and become a mother, you will know that no mother will willingly
Give up your own child." Hariqi's words were almost exactly the same as Luo Qing's. Mu Lan's heart suddenly shook, and she seemed to have a realization. Maybe she really misunderstood her mother, and maybe she really had some hard reasons.
"I just hope that my child can grow up in peace, without any pain or injury. Even if she blames me, I still won't regret my decision not to go to her again." A bitter smile emerged from this noble man.
The corner of the woman's mouth twitched, Zixuan told her that the child was still alive and living well, and that was enough. She didn't expect to see her, nor did she expect to recognize her. She only wanted to know that her daughter was growing up healthily.
, is enough.
Mu Lan bit her lip and wanted to say something else. She really didn't understand. For her, safety and health were not what she wanted. What she wanted was a complete love. Is such a request considered a luxury?
?But seeing Hariqi's eyes full of sadness and pain, she suddenly couldn't say anything. Maybe Mu Lan was not the only one who felt the pain of separation of flesh and blood, but she, the mother, had endured the most.
The two of them were silent to each other in silence. No one said anything more, but Mu Lan could feel that something was slowly melting in her heart.