Chapter 2 Zhan Yiran's Trigger

After breakfast, Zhan Yiran returned to her room.

Thinking of what happened in the restaurant just now, she couldn't help but touch her head.

Just now, just now... that woman was rubbing her hair and said that she was strong-willed.

It was the first time in her life that someone praised her.

Everyone said she was a little gangster and despised her, saying that she did whatever she wanted because her family was rich.

Even her mother didn't like her, and her elder brother always taught her a lesson.

Zhan Yiran walked to the mirror, and a red-haired girl was reflected in it, wearing heavy smoky makeup and clothes covered with rivets, like a hedgehog.

Looking at herself like this, Zhan Yiran suddenly became angry.

She kicked over the chair angrily.

That woman Gu Nanyan must have lied to her. How could that woman really praise her? She is so ugly and so annoying. No one would like her!

Gu Nanyan just wanted to please her and gain a foothold in the Zhan family through her.

A flash of anger flashed in Zhan Yiran's eyes.

Humph, she would not let that woman Gu Nanyan get her way. She would go over and tear off her hypocritical mask.

Thinking of this, Zhan Yiran messed up her hair to make herself look like a madman, and took out cosmetics to increase the smoky makeup on her face.

Then she ran to find Gu Nanyan angrily.

Zhan Yiran thought Gu Nanyan would be in the room, proud of marrying into the Gu family.

However, when Zhan Yiran went over, he found that Gu Nanyan was not in the bedroom, but in the small study.

Zhan Yiran quietly walked into the small study.

He saw a thin and firm figure holding a brush and drawing something on paper.

Zhan Yiran thought Gu Nanyan was pretending to be elegant. Humph, she was a third-rate little star who grew up in the countryside, how could she understand calligraphy and Chinese painting.

However, when Zhan Yiran walked over and saw the painting on the table, he was shocked.

A magnificent landscape was born from her pen, and then rose up in the wind, covering his eyes.

It was so shocking!

Zhan Yiran almost couldn't breathe.

She has always disliked Chinese painting, thinking that Chinese painting is too bland, always talking about freehand brushwork, but Zhan Yiran can't understand the artistic conception at all.

However, at this moment, Zhan Yiran realized the magnificent Chinese painting.

It was so beautiful that she was stunned for a moment.

Gu Nanyan noticed Zhan Yiran's arrival, but ignored it. She was very focused on what she was doing and she would finish it from beginning to end. She put down the brush only after she finished the last stroke and looked in the direction of Zhan Yiran.

Then, she saw a face that looked like a cat.

Gu Nanyan was stunned.

Zhan Yiran noticed Gu Nanyan's stunned state, and suddenly a feeling of sadness arose in her heart.

Gu Nanyan must be disliking her!

She knew that Gu Nanyan was pretending, and she was not really praising her at all.

Zhan Yiran suddenly felt a sense of revenge in her heart. She deliberately raised her head, showing her strong smoky makeup in front of Gu Nanyan, trying to scare her.

As a result, Gu Nanyan was not afraid, nor did she turn her head away in disgust. Instead, she exclaimed in amazement: "What kind of makeup is this, so bright and glamorous?"

As the eldest princess of Zhen State, it was the first time that Gu Nanyan saw such modern makeup.

Zhan Yiran answered subconsciously: "This is smoky makeup."

"What a good name." Gu Nanyan praised, "It's like the spreading smoke, and like the dark night, very special, very suitable for you."

Zhan Yiran was completely stunned, she touched her face at a loss, "Don't you think I'm annoying? Don't you think this kind of makeup is vulgar?"

"How could it be?"

Gu Nanyan was puzzled: "The makeup is innocent, why do you say it's vulgar, such a special way of expression, very strong, very special."

As she said, Gu Nanyan picked up the pen, dipped a little color, and lightly applied a few strokes on Zhan Yiran's face.

Zhan Yiran's originally confused and messy makeup instantly became dazzling, with a sense of aloofness.

Gu Nanyan put down her pen, admired Zhan Yiran's makeup, and was very satisfied: "It suits you very well."

Zhan Yiran suddenly calmed down, walked to the mirror, and looked at the figure in it quietly.

The figure in the mirror was still her, but she was different. She was

no longer the hedgehog before, but a clouded leopard. She

was still different from others, but strong and beautiful.

Zhan Yiran's eyes reddened and she clenched her fingertips tightly.

She used all her courage and asked word by word: "Why don't you hate me? I'm not good at studying, I have a bad personality, I'm arrogant and domineering, and I wear ugly makeup all day long. Everyone dislikes me, looks down on me, and thinks I'm a waste."

"No one will look down on you, only you will look down on you."

Gu Nanyan said in a light tone, "Weak wolves are afraid of being isolated, and strong tigers will always walk alone. Why do you care about what others think of you?

As long as you become strong, others will admire you, and in turn, they will care about how you look at them."

As the eldest princess of the Zhen State of Daqi, Gu Nanyan is always alone.

However, she does not feel lonely, nor does she care about others looking at her like this.

She fought on the battlefield and guarded the borders;

she promoted capable officials and benefited the people;

she was the unparalleled princess who guarded the country.

Everyone looked forward to being seen by her, promoted by her, and rewarded by her.

Her standard was the standard.

Gu Nanyan raised her eyelids, her temperament was calm, but the eyes hidden in the dark were full of contempt for the world.

"Little girl."

She touched Zhan Yiran's head again, "The color of your hair is beautiful, like a sunset glow, how did you do it?"

Although Gu Nanyan had the original owner's memory, it was only a rough idea. She only had a vague understanding of many details of modern society.

"I don't understand anything."

Zhan Yiran snorted proudly, but did not avoid Gu Nanyan's hand. Instead, in order to let Gu Nanyan touch him more conveniently, he took the initiative to move his head towards her palm.

"This is very simple. Go to the barber shop and ask Teacher Tony to dye your hair. You can dye it any color you like."

Barber shop? Teacher Tony?

Gu Nanyan slowly searched in the original owner's memory. It turned out that the barber shop was a place to cut people's hair.

In this era, there is no rule that the skin of the body is inherited from parents and hair cannot be cut.

This society is very free. Women can do whatever they want and can even cut their hair short.

This is an era of gender equality.

Gu Nanyan likes this place.

After talking for a while, the ink on the painting on the table has dried.

Gu Nanyan asked Zhan Yiran to frame the painting and hang it on the wall.

Gu Nanyan liked this era, but she didn't like the Zhan family.

The aesthetics were too poor, and the paintings on the wall were too ugly.

Gu Nanyan's aesthetics were at the level of painting saints and immortals. Her private collection was full of works by Wu Daozi and Gu Kaizhi.

Just now, she asked the housekeeper to find a painting by Wu Daozi to hang up. The housekeeper was shocked and said that Wu Daozi was a painting saint, and collections of this level were all collected in museums, but the Zhan family didn't have any.

The Zhan family's foundation was too poor, and they couldn't even produce a painting that was comparable.

Gu Nanyan could only paint by herself.