Guo Fen was stunned. Unknowingly, Rong Mei's words seemed to fill a small jug in his heart which had always felt confusing and empty. Losing a father was the most painful state for Guo Fen. But Guo Fen knew that if he continued to feel sorry for himself, he would not be able to progress and he would not be able to learn to kill and move on. Guo Fen believes that the future is also more precious than wounds. There was something precious that Guo Fen could have from his father's death. Something formed Guo Fen from that wound.“A person can be very strong when he falls hurt. The deeper the wound, the stronger that person survives.” Rong Mei said, adding on seeing Guo Fen speechless at her words. Rong Mei didn't know if Guo Fen understood, but seeing that a child of Guo Fen's age had to think about this matter, she felt a little pity. Secretly, Rong Mei wondered if when she was little her teacher felt the same way when she raised her.At a time like this, Rong Mei misses her teacher w
Rong Mei put Wang Chu Xie down from her shoulders and half slammed it on the ground. Guo Fen stayed behind, watching the girl take out a knife from her pocket and stab it in one fell swoop, Wang Chu Xie's halting breath was instantly cut off. The sound of silence grabbed. The cold wind howled softly. The tips of the tea leaves around the tea garden swayed gently. Blowing out a last goodbye message to celebrate the death of Wang Chu Xie.“Let this lotus flower take you where it should be. Goodbye," whispered Rong Mei while placing a white lotus flower on Wang Chu Xie's body which was lying on the ground. Behind him, a boulder propped the man up. As it turned out, Guo Fen's arrow had only hit Wang Chu Xie's throat. Not really skewered there.In guilt, Guo Fen remained in place until Rong Mei turned around to find him still holding the bow with mixed feelings."It's finished. Let's go back," said Rong Mei quietly.Guo Fen followed Rong Mei to the tea garden field and walked for near
Guo Fen sat in front of the two women at the square dining table in front of the wallless hut building. The stove over the firewood is boiling. The water is used to boil the tea while Rong Mei prepares small clay cups and teapots to mix the tea. There is nothing fancy about the equipment in the lodge. Guo Fen secretly watched."What do you want to ask?" asked the woman suddenly.Physically, this woman was probably around forty or fifty. Her face was so beautiful that she didn't even look forty if it weren't for her deep voice. Her eyes were gentle and showed a hint of warmth, only her expression was stiff and cold. As if not wanting to show the real side.“Many things,” Guo Fen muttered with a small smile.Rong Mei came with a teapot and tea stew in her hands. She walked over to the table and poured tea into a glass. The steam was billowing, and the smell of tea wafted through the air."Just ask. I know by now you must be wondering if this is my teacher who was in the black ink
Thirty years ago, the story of Bai Lianhua.The rows of shops in the Huang market that afternoon were full of people. Especially in Bai Jun Hui's shop, a place where a handsome man always performs live painting actions. Bai Jun Hui, the man who is called the magic hand because he can always paint something as real as the original, has a visitor of a young woman the age of his wife. Back then, Bai Jun Hui had always thought painting was fun. He has many customers and fans who love his work. Even his wife and children also glorify his position as a famous painter in Shanyi Village.That day, when Bai Jun Hui was painting a swan by the lake, many people were watching. Neatly, Bai Junhui moved his hands and fingers like a brush wiping multi-colored paint onto a paper canvas. Some of the onlookers didn't even care how much time was spent on painting the swan swimming on the lake, they still witnessed the art of giving birth to the work live.Suddenly, someone called out to Bai Junhui from
In the afternoon, Bai Lian Hua was helping her mother in the kitchen preparing dinner. They will make beancurd soup and sliced scallions with soy sauce mushroom chicken topped with sesame seeds. Today's dinner menu was simple but ten-year-old Bai Lian Hua clearly knew that soy sauce mushroom chicken was her father's favorite.At the Bai residence, her father had his own room where all kinds of painting tools were. Slightly separated from the house where to rest. Her father said work and home should not be in the same place. If we don't want to be burdened all the time, as human beings, we also deserve to enjoy life and relax. Her father always thought painting was fun, but having fun also sometimes felt the pressure. Painting is not like playing cards or reading a book. It takes imagination and ideas to pour something. And creating art needs rest so the mind can be fresh.Her father always said a fresh mind is the beginning to start a better life.“Mom, today I'm going to see Granny
Bai Junhui placed the wooden paper under the brightly glowing candle lantern. In front of him, Gao Renwei sat up straight and smiled. Her eyes looked at Bai Junhui who was inscribing the contours of the woman's beautiful face. Do his best not to be distracted by how perfect Gao Renwei's facial features are. Bai Junhui had been painting women all his life—even his own wife, only this woman had a facial structure as beautiful as a goddess.The brush presses black ink. On the wooden sheet, Bai Junhui occasionally shifted his gaze to Gao Renwei's smiling face, looking at him.“Your wife agreed just like that? Are you sure?" the question annoyed Bai Junhui a little. But he remained professional and answered."She thought that we all moved to the palace city of Li Ming.""Then you're going to let her think that?"Bai Junhui put down his brush and looked at Gao Renwei. “Miss Gao, I will tell her the truth tonight after I finish painting you. How?"Instead of answering the question, Ga
“Ever since Gao Renwei's arrival, my Dad left us. Until now,” Bai Lianhua said, returning to her current position. Sitting with Rong Mei and Guo Fen who had been listening to the story. For a moment, Guo Fen was silent and absorbed Bai Lianhua's father's attitude. He considers her father very selfish and evil. It even made him realize that not all fathers were like his own father. Solid evidence from Bai Lianhua's father was something Guo Fen found hard to accept.“Why did Miss Bai's father have the heart to leave you? Even my father still shed tears when he was about to leave this world alone,” Guo Fen said innocently.Bai Lianhua lifted the corners of her lips and took a sip of tea. Throughout the story earlier, her expression was not as hard as stone anymore. Her eyes radiated sadness that she was still trying to hide.“My Dad is a painter who really believes in his feelings. He lives by mood. And believe that conscience is the path to the future. But he didn't just leave me. I
Lotus Granny handed a lotus flower jade with a silver string dangling from it to Bai Lianhua. Bai Lianhua was already twenty-two years old. That night was her birthday and Lotus granny sullenly handed over the jade."You know, if it wasn't for the food you brought to me when we first met, maybe I would never have known you and made you my student. In fact… maybe I will hide here forever and sever blood on the sect I grew up in,” said Granny Lotus with a sigh.That night Bai Lianhua planned to say goodbye because she wanted to stay in the Li Ming City palace to monitor her father and Gao Renwei for a while. She also wanted to ask Granny Lotus to plan a fake trip to learn martial arts in the south and use it as an excuse so that her mother wouldn't suspect anything about Bai Lianhua's departure. But suddenly granny lotus actually handed over this jade and made Bai Lianhua confused."What's this, Granny? Why are you suddenly handing this over to me?”“It is the last relic of the Oce