Chapter 68: Who is more suitable to be the closed-door disciple?
"Knock knock knock".
There was a knock on the ward door.
The three people in the room looked over at the same time.
Pei Yanzhi stood politely in front of the door.
With a gentle voice: "Hello, is this Mr. Meng Jian's ward?"
Meng Jian took back his bed.
She lay in bed looking at Pei Yanzhi.
In stark contrast to his earlier enthusiasm towards Xu Yihuan, he asked lazily.
"I am Meng Jian. Do you need something from me?"
Pei Yanzhi smiled gently.
"Hello, Mr. Meng. I am Pei Yanzhi from the Pei family. I happened to be in Yuncheng on a business trip. I heard that your old injury had relapsed, so I came to visit you."
A very high-sounding statement.
Meng Jian couldn't help but frown. In his memory, only places like the capital would use such official jargon.
"The Pei family? The Pei family of the capital?"
Pei Yanzhi walked in and placed the gifts he brought on the ground.
"Yes, my father is Pei Zhiyan."
Upon hearing this name, Meng Jian's tense expression eased slightly.
"The eldest son of the Pei family."
Pei Yanzhi did not speak, but the gentle and reasonable smile on his lips remained.
"You've grown so much..."
Meanwhile, at the Jiang family...
Jiang Jinnan was sitting in his studio, with a figure painted in the traditional Chinese style on the easel in front of him.
The man sat in a chair, teasing a bird in his hand, a look of joy on his face.
Upon closer inspection, this person's features resemble Meng Jian's by about 80%.
Jiang Jinnan tilted his head and looked at it for a while, then casually added a few more details.
Then, without paying attention to anything else, he took the painting down, crumpled it up, and stuffed it into a plastic bag.
"Young master, everything is ready." The maid knocked cautiously on the studio door.
Jiang Jinnan stuffed the painting into a plastic bag while giving a perfunctory reply.
"Okay, leave it there. I'll go down and take it with me later."
Meanwhile, Sheng Yuhuai had also packed his things at home.
We headed straight to the First Municipal Hospital.
As always, Sheng Yuhuai brought nourishing soup and fruit.
Just as I was about to enter the room, I found a bunch of unfamiliar people in the ward.
One of them was even wearing a suit and acting all high and mighty.
Although I don't know him, he looks very distinguished.
Sheng Yuhuai paused, his hand, which was about to push the door open, and placed it on the door, knocking lightly.
Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it.
Pei Yanzhi saw Sheng Yuhuai.
He politely stood up and said goodbye to Meng Jian.
"It seems you have guests, so I'll be leaving now."
"Yes, Tsuruno, go see Mr. Pei off."
With a smile on his face, Meng Jian gave instructions to Meng Heye. He hadn't expected that there would be someone in the Pei family whose speech suited him so well.
Upon hearing this, Meng Heye reluctantly stood up.
"Let's go, Mr. Pei."
He doesn't like this person; they're too pretentious.
Pei Yanzhi could see Meng Heye's reluctance.
However, he did not reject Meng Jian's suggestion.
He simply nodded.
"Then I'll have to trouble Tsuruno."
Meng Heye: ...What should I do if I suddenly feel like my own name sounds awful?
After the two people left, three familiar faces remained in the ward.
Tan Zhixu sat on the sofa without moving an inch.
Meng Jian smiled and looked at Sheng Yuhuai: "You're here."
Sheng Yuhuai nodded with clear eyes.
"What I drank today..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a knock on the door.
Everyone looked outside.
When Tan Zhixu saw the person who came, his brows furrowed involuntarily, and his eyes reflexively showed disgust.
Jiang Jinnan walked in naturally.
This is the first time Sheng Yuhuai and Jiang Jinnan have come together; in the past, they would spend one morning and one afternoon together.
Jiang Jinnan put down the things he had brought.
As it approached noon, the auntie specially prepared a meal for us.
"Teacher Meng, dinner is ready."
Looking at the delicious-looking lunch, Meng Jian felt hungry.
"You're quite thoughtful."
Jiang Jinan showed no joy at being praised; he simply stood there with his eyes lowered and softly hummed in agreement.
Meng Jian didn't see anything wrong with Jiang Jinnan's attitude.
This kid has been like this every single day for so many days.
He does things step by step, and after finishing his work, he leaves step by step, as if he were following an order. If you didn't know better, you would think he was at work.
But it doesn't matter, Meng Jian has seen Jiang Jinnan's paintings, he's a natural talent.
It's understandable that a top-seeded player like him might have a temper.
I wanted to pick up my chopsticks, but so many people were watching.
He was embarrassed.
Meng coughed twice.
At this moment, Meng Heye returned after seeing Pei Yanzhi off.
Upon entering, I saw that the ward, which originally housed three people, now had one more person.
Meng Heye was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.
I couldn't help but tease him: "Grandpa, your ward is getting more and more lively, isn't it?"
After he finished speaking, Meng Heye's eyes couldn't help but linger on them.
After seeing the two people's faces clearly, Meng Heye's expression suddenly froze.
Huh? Wait a minute!
These two people look so familiar!
Meng Heye walked around Jiangjin South and Sheng Yuhuai twice more.
He remembered! He had seen their resumes on the old man's desk!
The old man had many resumes on his desk, but only these two were marked.
Even the one for that gloomy, handsome young man was highlighted.
As Meng Heye pondered this, he couldn't help but walk around Meng Jian's bed, as if performing a ritual.
I feel like I've discovered some earth-shattering secret.
Meng Jian looked up at Meng Heye and said, "If you can't stay still, go for a run."
Meng Heye waved his hand, ignoring Meng Jian's nonsense.
"Hey, since you two are both here, perfect timing. Have you finished drawing the portraits I asked you to draw for me?"
Meng mentioned it casually.
Three days ago, he assigned each of the two men a task: to paint a portrait of him.
This also allows him to clearly see the differences in style and strength between them.
I doubt I can finish it in three days.
Therefore, Meng Jian did not expect to get any definite answer.
But Jiangjin South takes an unconventional approach.
After Meng Jian finished speaking, Jiang Jinnan casually tossed the painting steadily into his arms.
"It's finished."
Sheng Yuhuai, who was next to him with the same task but had only finished half of his drawing, stared wide-eyed: ? ? ?
Meng Jian was also a little surprised: "So fast?"
He casually unrolled the painting he had prepared.
A lifelike painting comes to life on the paper.
It's a pity, perhaps because the creator was too perfunctory, that he only captured the spirit but not the form.
But it's already surprising enough, considering the painting only took three days to complete.
Meng Jian couldn't help but admire him in his heart. He really was a good prospect for learning to paint, but his mind was too impetuous.
Sheng Yuhuai glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.
He was secretly shocked.
I never expected that cloned sheep would be so amazing.
She immediately made up her mind that she must draw better than him!
Meng Jian coughed twice and casually said, "It's pretty good. I'll frame it when I get back."
Jiang Jinnan didn't say anything, and his phone rang.
It was the alarm clock he set.
Jiang Jinnan glanced at the time and quickly turned off the alarm.
They didn't care whether Meng Jian had eaten well or not.
He then proceeded to tidy up the things he had brought with him.
"I'm leaving now."
Meng Jian: ...
Everyone: ...
This level of punctuality is more like that of a caregiver.
After Jiang Jinnan left, Sheng Yuhuai felt embarrassed to stay any longer.
"Teacher, I'll be going now. Please get some rest."
Meng Jian sat up.
He waved to them: "See you next time."
The two figures disappeared completely once the ward door was closed.
Meng Jian watched the two leave, then turned his head to glance at Tan Zhixu.
He remarked with a sigh, "To be honest, Jiang Jinnan is quite like you in some ways."
Upon hearing this, Tan Zhixu paused in his phone play.
Looking up, she sneered without any politeness: "How about I take you to get a pair of glasses so you can see clearly again?"
Meng Jian was furious at Tan Zhixu's words.
But she quickly cheered herself up again.
"If I were to take on a last disciple, which of these two would be more suitable?"
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