After being kicked out of the wealthy family, the fake daughter became popular in the entertainment

"Because of your eyes."

"my eyes?"

Song Qing'an touched his eyes in confusion.

Both eyes are normal, no different from others.

Yun Moshu explained seriously: "I see the desire for life in your eyes."

Someone who is determined to survive will not put his life in danger, which is the main reason why she values ​​him.

With the way Wu Xing was playing now, she doubted that he would have an accident in the future, causing Ning Baiyang to lose his only friend.

It was her mistake not to study Wu Xing's life carefully. Now she only hoped that there was someone who could make him be more cautious, offend fewer people, and save his life.

Song Qing'an lowered his head, and his long hair on both sides of his temples slid down in front of his eyes, covering his eyes.

He was thinking and struggling.

His brain clamored to refuse, but when he thought of his sister who was seriously ill in the dilapidated temple, he gritted his teeth and nodded, "I promise you."

"Very good," Yun Moshu curled her lips.

"So, what do you need me to do?"

Yun Moshu glanced at him and shook her head, "My master looks at your face, so you have to make yourself look cute and clean."

Song Qingan's eyelids twitched.

The tone of her voice made him suspect that the other person had bad intentions and was a pervert who liked to play with pedophiles.

"What do you mean by that?" He couldn't help but ask cautiously, "Your way of making sure I have enough food and clothing is to give me away?"

"You're overthinking it. With your disfigured, skinny body, who do you think would be interested in you?"

Song Qing'an pursed her lips, feeling aggrieved by what she said.

He used to be fair and rosy, very healthy and strong. Everyone who had seen him said that he would be a handsome man in the future.

Seeing his depressed face, Yun Moshu said with a smile: "There is one thing you must remember. If you want to live a good life, relying on others is not a long-term solution. The best way is to learn to be self-reliant and have a skill in your hand."

"A special skill?" Song Qing'an was stunned.

Skills are never passed on to outsiders and remain unchanged throughout the ages. Will she generously teach me?

"Yes, I want you to learn from me."

Yun Moshu nodded and used Wu Xing's words to fool him.

"My master has a bit of a weird temper, but he's quite good at making money. He can earn at least ten gold coins for a performance. As long as you can become his disciple, you won't have any problem sleeping on gold bricks in the future."

Song Qingan questioned, "How come I haven't heard of such a lucrative opportunity?"

"That's because you have too little experience."

Yun Moshu glanced at him calmly and continued, "But my master doesn't accept just anyone, especially you in your current state, it's even less likely that he would be interested in you."

"Then you still want me to be your disciple?"

"I am only providing you with a possibility of survival. The main thing is still up to you."

Yun Moshu touched his chin and thought for a while, a ray of cunning light flashed in his eyes.

The corners of her lips raised a smile, she bent down to look him in the eye, and gave him some advice, "It's not impossible for you. If you want to live well, just keep pestering him and keep following him. One day he will agree."

If an ordinary person wants to learn a skill, the master craftsman will use all kinds of methods to train and test him, which requires great patience.

Yun Moshu explained the disadvantages clearly, saying that in the future he would definitely need to be humble and respect that person as an elder, but that might not necessarily end well for him.

Song Qing'an nodded solemnly.

If he and his sister wanted to survive, there was no objection in his mind to this option, and he must seize this opportunity.

"Can you walk now?"

"can."

Song Qing'an got out of bed and took two steps. The wounds on his body were a little painful due to the friction of the movements, but it was still bearable.

"Then come with me."

Yun Moshu walked in front, and Song Qingan trotted after her and asked, "Are we going to see your master?"

"No, you have to clean yourself up first."

Song Qing'an looked down at his dirty, torn and leaky clothes, and a blush suddenly appeared on his face.

After Yun Moshu gave him a makeover, he looked completely different. Now, except for his thin body and sallow complexion, he was no different from an ordinary child.

Even if someone close to them were standing in front of them at this moment, they might not be able to recognize them.

Yun Moshu nodded with satisfaction. These were all small things and could be recovered by taking better care of it.

"Come on, I'll take you to see the master."

Song Qing'an trotted to catch up with Yun Moshu, opened his mouth to say something, but was too timid to speak.

Yun Moshu caught a glimpse of his expression and said, "I will be your senior sister from now on. As long as the request is not too excessive, you can tell me what you want."

"Can you...can you lend me some money?"

Song Qingan grabbed the corner of her clothes with her hands and lowered her head, unable to speak. "I have a younger sister. She is sick now. I need money to see a doctor."

He lowered his head, feeling uneasy, as if he was ashamed of his overreaching behavior.

He hadn't heard the other person's voice for a long time, which made his eyes full of loss.

Does she not speak because she hates him?

Song Qing'an laughed at himself, that's right, she gave him the possibility to survive, but he took advantage of it, he was too greedy.

Just as he was trying to put away the disappointment on his face and put on a forced smile, a warm hand fell on his head.

Song Qingan looked up in surprise, but saw a gentle smile in her eyes. She said to him softly, "So you stole the money for your sister."

She said that during their brief contact, she couldn't understand why this smart child with a strong sense of self-esteem would do such a shameful thing, and it turned out that he had his own reasons.

Yun Moshu suddenly felt that it might not be long before she would have a true junior brother.

She handed him the remaining money from the doctor's visit, "Take this first, and we'll talk later if it's not enough."

"That's enough, that's enough. Not so much."

When Song Qing'an saw her handing him all the silver coins, which amounted to at least several dozen taels, he waved his hands hurriedly and only took one piece.

"Just take it if I give it to you. Becoming a disciple takes time and effort. You have to pay for your living expenses during this time," Yun Moshu forcefully stuffed the money into his arms.

Song Qingan's eyes suddenly turned red, and he choked up and said, "Thank you."

"It's just that we each take what we need," Yun Moshu waved her hand nonchalantly, "Where is your sister now?"

"She is in a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the city," Song Qing'an answered with great trust.

Yun Moshu was worried that his bean-sized body couldn't carry anyone, so she decided to go with him to find his sister.

When the two arrived at the dilapidated temple, Song Qing'an's sister Song Qingyuan's cheeks were red and she had already passed out from the fever.

Yun Moshu hurriedly took her to see a doctor, and then brought them both back to Yuelai Inn.

As evening approached, Wu Xing and Ning Baiyang had not returned yet. She stood up worriedly and walked out the door, "You stay in the room, I'll go out and take a look."

"Apprentice, we are back!"

She opened the door and happened to hear the shout.

Wu Xing looked up and saw her, then waved at her happily with his teeth bared.

Yun Moshu's eyelids twitched. She didn't want to admit that this man who looked like the stupid son of a landlord was her master.