Still looking at the eyes?
How could it be?
The eyes are modeled after Chu Chen’s. She thinks they look great, even though she couldn’t capture all the nuances perfectly, she believes she got seven or eight parts right at least!
"Is it the overall lack of coordination or just the eyes not looking good?" Mi Jing couldn’t help but ask.
"The eyes." Ruan Pianran replied straightforwardly, not specifying the details.
"What’s wrong with the eyes?" Mi Jing was very satisfied with this sketch. She asked Ruan Pianran’s opinion just to get confirmation but never expected a negative response from her proud work.
"It’s not that they don’t look good, I just don’t like them because they remind of soone I don’t like." Unable to resist Mi Jing’s persistent questions, Ruan Pianran finally told the truth.
Soone she doesn’t like?
Mi Jing was stunned for a mont before asking in confusion, "Chu Chen?"
"..." Ruan Pianran didn’t answer, but Mi Jing got her answer from her subtle and slightly nuanced expression.
"Chu Chen is a good person. Despite being a playboy, he is quite nice," comnted Mi Jing objectively.
"I don’t have a good impression of him," Ruan Pianran said indifferently. In her mory, Chu Chen was not only domineering but also very fond of making things difficult for people. Although she had taken a ride from him once, she had indeed been "threatened" by him, so those small favors didn’t change her view of him at all.
"No good impression of him?" Mi Jing suddenly smiled playfully, looking at Ruan Pianran, and teased, "No good impression and yet you think of him just by seeing my drawing of a pair of eyes? Ruanruan, co clean with , you and Chu Chen, you and him are..."
"Nothing," Ruan Pianran denied very calmly and firmly before Mi Jing could finish her sentence.
"Haha, still trying to fool !" Mi Jing stared at Ruan Pianran unblinkingly. Hearing her denial, she beca more certain of her own guess, thinking that sothing must have happened between Ruanruan and Chu Chen without her knowing.
"I don’t want to talk about him right now. Are you done? Co with to the old street." Ruan Pianran wasn’t intentionally hiding anything from Mi Jing, but her mind was in a ss and she didn’t want to talk about the unpleasant and irrelevant things between her and Chu Chen. She then stood up, her face showing a trace of solemnity.
Upon hearing this, the smile on Mi Jing’s face faded, and she instantly lost the mood for further jokes.
The old street, located in the old town, is a distinctive street with a strong artistic atmosphere.
This street is inhabited by wandering painters and young art students. Thanks to them, the whole street is filled with a rich artistic vibe. Graffiti and paintings with distinct personalities can be seen everywhere on the street. Additionally, there are also so unique shops, selling ceramic artworks, exquisite handicrafts, and so on. Among them, the most well-known and talked about by young people is the Love Bank at the end of the street.
Just the na itself is unique enough!
The Love Bank has a touching story behind its special na.
The owner of the shop is a middle-aged man whose wife died in a car accident. A month later, he opened this shop, partly to fulfill his wife’s last wish and partly to commorate her.
Mi Jing had known about this shop since high school. Over the years, the owner never remarried. He raised his daughter alone and steadfastly held onto this little place.
The half-hour journey wasn’t too far. As Mi Jing drove to the old street and parked the car at the entrance, she looked through the car window at the faded old sign, and a wave of complex emotions surged in her heart.
It’s been a long ti since she ca here, just because there are too many mories of Han Xiujie here. This place she once loved so much has beco a place she avoids over the years.
"Wait for here. I’ll go in by myself." Though so things had beco the past, the scars left in the heart remained. Ruan Pianran knew there was still a hurdle in Mi Jing’s heart, so she planned to take what she needed and leave without staying long.
"I’ll go in with you." Mi Jing’s face was calm, but her tone revealed a slight insistence.
So things can’t be avoided forever. She knew and was sure that her current love was Shen Lingxing, so for the past relationship, she should face it courageously and then completely let go.
They walked into the shop side by side. The owner was reading a book with his head down. Hearing the footsteps, he looked up and smiled politely and friendly at Mi Jing and Ruan Pianran, then lowered his head and continued reading.
The owner was a man of few words, everyone who had been to the shop knew this. Hence, Mi Jing and Ruan Pianran didn’t greet him, rely smiled at him and then walked straight to the storage locker standing against the wall.
This place is specially provided for custors to store their love tokens. There are two storage thods, one is private, where items are kept in a locker and sealed with a lock, and the other is public, where items can be placed anywhere in the shop for people to admire. Custors can choose between these two thods just like deciding on a type of bank deposit, fixed-term or regular.
At this mont, there were several custors in the shop, but none of them were speaking, all were silently flipping through each other’s or their own stuff.
This is a place full of stories. Each item stored here has its own story whether sad, joyful, painful, or happy, reflecting many people’s various emotions and separations. Mixed within these, there were the stories of Mi Jing and Ruan Pianran.
Six years ago, Mi Jing and Ruan Pianran rented a storage box here together. The forr wanted to "bury" the relationship that had ended, while the latter was full of eager anticipation for her future happiness. At the ti, their purposes were different, their moods were contrasting, but they chose the sa way to deposit a love token here.
Click—
With the sound of the lock turning, the door of the storage box opened, and suddenly, a yellowed white gauze ca into Mi Jing and Ruan Pianran’s view.
This is the wedding dress Ruan Pianran designed in her junior year. Since that day, she had been waiting, waiting for An Mingyuan to propose and build a warm ho with her. But, this wait had lasted so many years, the white wedding dress had yellowed, their once deep feelings tainted, losing their original purity...
Such a beautiful wedding dress, what a pity!
Looking at the wedding dress in the transparent plastic bag, Mi Jing sighed silently. She was the first to admire this wedding dress. Even after so many years, she still vividly rembered its appearance, but regrettably, she never got to see Ruanruan wear it and beco the most beautiful and happiest bride in the world.
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