She wanted to be independent and escape from Qi Ruigang.
Li Mingxi said casually: "Did you know that Yu Fei is going to publish a book?"
Moran was slightly surprised: "I don't know."
"Yufei has written down all her parenting experiences. I heard that a book will be published soon."
Moran was shocked when he heard the news.
Even Jiang Yufei had found the goal of her life, but she was still living in a hazy state. She suddenly felt so ashamed.
Li Mingxi is a famous doctor, Jiang Yufei can publish books, what about her?
After a few years, her friends all achieved good results, but she was still dawdling...
Moran couldn't help but shudder when he thought of this.
"Sister Mingxi, thank you for telling me this. I think I know what to do." Moran said gratefully.
Li Mingxi smiled and said: "You are still young, don't be in a hurry, take your time."
Mo Lan is a few years younger than Jiang Yufei, and it is not too late for her to start fighting now.
After dinner, Moran said goodbye to Li Mingxi and the others.
Qi Ruigang only allowed her to go out for two hours. If she didn't go back on time, she wouldn't be able to go out so easily next time.
Moran got into the car and told the driver to go home.
Along the way, she was thinking about what she was going to do...
Passing by a stationery store, Moran hurriedly asked the driver to stop the car, got out of the car and bought a lot of tools for painting.
When she got home, she took the things she bought to the balcony of her bedroom, then set up a drawing board, sharpened a pencil, and prepared to draw.
But holding the pencil, she didn't know what to draw.
Moran took an apple and put it on the table, planning to draw a simple one first.
But she hadn't drawn anything for many years, she was very unfamiliar, and her first drawing was very bad.
Mo Lan couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. She couldn't do this well at all, could she?
At this time, the sky was overcast.
There was a dull pain at the base of the little finger of Moran's left hand.
Whenever the weather is dark and humid, her fingers will hurt.
Moran held her left hand. Her hand should not be overworked. If she wanted to rely on labor for a living, it would not be possible.
She only needs to use her right hand to draw, without straining her left hand.
Maybe, painting is really her way out...
Moran immediately strengthened her confidence that she must learn to paint, whether she could make a living from it or not, she had to learn it.
Having too many skills doesn’t overwhelm you, there’s no harm in learning them anyway.
…
Qi Rui just came back from get off work, and the first thing he did was go upstairs to the bedroom.
The maid said that Moran had been upstairs, and Qi Ruigang thought she was watching TV or reading a book.
Pushing open the bedroom door, Qi Ruigang walked in and unexpectedly found Mo Lan drawing something.
She was so focused on painting that she didn't notice him walking in at all.
On the small table next to her, there were already piles of rice paper for painting.
Qi Ruigang picked up all her drafts and read them.
I found that all she drew were apples, some good, some bad, but she obviously painted more carefully each time...
Moran finally noticed his presence.
She glanced at him and continued painting.
"Why did you fall in love with painting?" Qi Ruigang asked in a low voice.
Moran didn't answer him and dismissed him as nothing.
Qi Ruigang didn't care either: "Stop painting, it's time to eat."
"You go and eat, I'm not hungry." Moran said calmly without looking back.
Qi Ruigang's hand fell on her shoulder: "You have to eat on time, have you forgotten?"
Moran's hand paused, she stopped writing, packed her things, got up and walked out.
Now she has learned not to go against Qi Ruigang, because she can't get any advantage every time.