The train that Crystal took a long time. The journey of two days and three nights was as long as her whole life. The train made a rumbling sound as it passed through the tunnel, and then everything was immersed in darkness. Crystal liked this feeling, especially the darkness on the train. It made her feel like a chrysalis curled up in the darkness. She would wake up when dawn comes. After breaking out of the cocoon and being reborn, the idea of traveling came in a hurry and the action was also hasty. Crystal didn't eat anything in the car. She maintained a high degree of freshness about everything after rebirth, so she didn't feel hungry at all. She drank a few sips of sweet water.
People probably can't eat when they are highly excited. Crystal laughed at herself. Selena said that Emma was a fairy who drank dew. She didn't know whether Emma was a fairy or not, but now she really became a fairy who drank dew.
She also bought a cake at the store. It was the kind of old-fashioned cake that she used to eat when she was a child. It cost ten yuan per bag. There were a lot of cakes in a bag, and the oil would soak into one's hands when you took them out.
She has long passed the age of liking sweets, but today she bought a bag on a whim.
She wanted to celebrate her birthday.
In fact, today is not her birthday, but what does it matter? Today is the first day she leaves City A, the first day she is reborn, and also the first day she is free.
When she was in the Jones family, she had this kind of old-fashioned cake for every birthday. She had to break one piece in half and give one piece to Jade. After returning to the Ford family, she could eat a gorgeous cream cake every year. It was sweet. The sweet frosting and the delicate little figure standing in the center of the cake holding a pink skirt were incompatible with Crystal.
There were no candles on the train, and they couldn't be bought with money. When the train passed through the tunnel, Crystal clasped her hands together and made a small wish.
She wanted to live for herself in this life.
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The train ended at District 13, which was not as prosperous as City A. Crystal walked out of the carriage, but fortunately the air was good and the environment was beautiful, allowing her to stretch out comfortably. It was really good, the air had a refreshing smell after the rain.
The first major thing after freedom, Crystal checked her financial situation.
Twenty-five-year-old Crystal had a lot of savings, but 21-year-old Crystal had little money. Her card was frozen by Ms. Sophia. Crystal transferred all the funds at her disposal to WeChat, and then the account had twenty thousand dollars.
The 20,000 yuan was the change She had saved through frugality. She did not have the habit of spending money lavishly. The money might be a bit tight for rich people, but for her, it was enough to survive for a while.
She first found a cheap B&B. She was not sure how long she would stay in the 13th District. She only signed a short-term rental for one month. The three-day and two-night journey made her very tired, but she did not sleep in the room. She feels that she is short of money now, and there is even less money left after paying the rent. In fact, Crystal has a very strong ability to live, and it is easy to take care of herself.
But what few people know is that she is also very capable of making money. She found a pedestrian street with a lot of people, and then found a small art studio nearby, and asked the owner to borrow painting materials. She can draw.
Thanks to living in a slum in her early years, she didn't have much entertainment when she was a child. People didn't always come to Lu's father's vegetable stall. When there were no customers, she would observe the people coming and going in the vegetable market with a pen and a notebook, enough for her to paint for several days.
Later, when she returned to the Ford family, Sophia hired a professional teacher for her, and Crystal's painting skills became even more refined. She also painted for Brandon. At that time, Brandon had not confessed his identity to her, but he had always been strict. Even if she played house games with him, he asked Olivia to make a fake identity for him that had no loopholes.
Crystal had no doubts at first. With this fake identity, after the two of them had been together for some time and their relationship got better and better, Crystal shyly invited him to be her model. She loved Brandon so much, so it was, of course, different for her to paint and practice brushwork for Brandon.
She was a little nervous even holding the pen. Seeing that her hands were shaking so badly, Brandon was amused by her funny look and asked her if she could do it and if she could draw. How could Mr. Spencer know how she was feeling at that time?
Wherever she painted, there was a person; every stroke of her brush was like cutting open her heart.
"Love, brain," Crystal shook her head. She was really a hopeless love brain. Her young lover's eyes were lowered. Seeing Crystal's expression becoming more serious, he showed a rare shy look. Crystal patiently described every detail; she knew his body very well. She had touched and kissed every scar and every secret place on it. Brandon cooperated in a rare way, without complaining about backache or back pain.
After finishing the painting, she asked Brandon to come and see it. Brandon sat next to her, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he didn't say anything. Later, she found out that the person she painted was Brandon, the richest son in City A. Mr. Spencer had countless artist friends, and even more unknown people begged Brandon to let them paint his portrait.
These people had received education from famous teachers since childhood and were extremely talented. They were infinitely smarter than Crystal, who had become a monk halfway through.
Brandon's portrait does hang in the art hall in the City A, but it's not this one, it's the one he asked a famous artist to paint.
When confessing his identity, Brandon specifically found the painting. He disliked the painting and couldn't stop laughing. The poor brushwork and cheap oil paints made Brandon critical evaluation and vowed to criticize the painting. It was useless; there was almost nothing that could catch the eye.
Crystal wanted to take the painting back silently, but Brandon refused. He said he could keep it and take it out to look at when he was unhappy in the future. "How can there be such an ugly thing in this world?"
She didn't know where the painting went.
She never painted for Brandon again.