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There is no need to think about the Song family.
Song Yi, the head of the Song family, has only two daughters. The eldest daughter, Song Lingxi, was sent to the hospital more than half a year ago due to a sudden serious illness. No one has seen her for more than half a year.
Although no one said it, everyone knew in their hearts that the eldest daughter of the Song family was probably dying.
Only the second lady Song Yanxi is left.
Although Song Yanxi only returned to the Song family last year, she is considered a latecomer.
But this girl is not only proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also got admitted to the Blessing Academy that everyone dreams of. She has studied abroad for many years. Judging from her resume alone, there are few people in Kyoto who can compare with her.
Now that I have the favor of Mr. Lin, no matter what industry I work in in the future, my future will be limitless.
Before, she had never appeared in Kyoto, so no one remembered this person. Now when they saw her again, they were shocked to find that the second Miss Song, who grew up in the Xie family, had actually grown up to be more outstanding than most girls from famous families.
To be honest, only the eldest daughter of the Zhong family, who seems to be much healthier now, can surpass her.
And on the Sheng family's side.
There are not many young people of marriageable age.
One Sheng Zhihuan has been publicly deposed, and the only ones left are Sheng Shijing, Sheng Yunzhou and Sheng Zhichen.
There is no need to consider Sheng Zhichen, so it must be Sheng Shijing or Sheng Yunzhou?
It’s hard to say.
Everyone's eyes kept shifting between the three people.
At this moment, Xie Xihe had already stepped away from Mr. Sheng and leaned casually against a pillar in the hall. Noticing the gaze falling on her, she casually raised her eyelids and looked over, and met Song Yanxi's gaze at a glance.
He gave her a faint smile and looked away.
Xie Xihe's expression remained unchanged, he just flicked his index finger a few times out of habit, and the air pressure around him dropped slightly.
Sheng Shijing's expression had also turned cold, and he looked directly at Old Man Sheng: "Dad."
Only then did Mr. Sheng come to his senses.
He hadn't expected that the Song family would give him such a birthday gift on an occasion like today. He immediately thought of something someone had mentioned to him not long ago, and his originally calm expression instantly faded.
He even withdrew his gaze from Mr. Lin's calligraphy and refused it bluntly, "Second Miss Song's birthday gift is too expensive. I feel unworthy of it. I'd better take it back."
Song Yanxi suddenly raised his eyes, somewhat doubting his ears.
Old Master Sheng had already reacted completely. Thinking about what he had been fussing about for more than half a month and finally got today, he looked at the copybook with less excitement than before.
He smiled and said, "What a coincidence! I also got a copy of calligraphy today. I originally wanted to invite everyone to appreciate it another day when I have time. Now that Miss Song has taken out Mr. Lin's calligraphy, I asked someone to fetch it for everyone to appreciate together."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Butler Sheng and nodded his chin.
Butler Sheng understood and immediately left the crowd.
This was a development that no one had expected, and everyone was surprised and curious.
Mr. Yan, also a fan of calligraphy and painting, couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Sheng, you want to put your new calligraphy together with Mr. Lin's for us to appreciate. Are you serious?"
Mr. Sheng: "Do you think I'm joking?"
Old Master Yan: "So you think your new copybook can be compared with Mr. Lin's calligraphy?"
Mr. Sheng waved his hand: "That's not the case."
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Old Master Yan was really afraid that he would say "of course" to him again, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard that.
But before he could completely relax, he heard Old Master Sheng continue, "It's not quite comparable, but it's not far behind. The only thing it lacks is the writer's age and experience."
"But I dare say that even Mr. Lin couldn't write such a calligraphy when he was her age!"
These decisive words immediately set off a storm in everyone's hearts.
This kind of evaluation is no longer a question of whether it is high or not. If the person who said it was not Mr. Sheng, everyone would definitely say: What are you talking about!
Who is Mr. Renlin? He is a master in the calligraphy world!
Although he is already eighty years old, no one has ever surpassed him!
Even the mysterious master at the time was at most as famous as him, and later disappeared like a flash in the pan.
Even now, not many people know about him.
But now Sheng Huanan actually said, "Even Mr. Lin at this age can't write such a pair of calligraphy." This completely puts the writer above Mr. Lin!
How could the calligraphy enthusiasts who regarded Mr. Lin as their idol tolerate this?!
Even some old men who had a good relationship with Master Sheng couldn't help but ask, "Since Master Sheng has such a high evaluation of him, I wonder who the younger generation he mentioned is. I would like to see him in person."
Old Master Sheng glanced at Xie Xihe outside the crowd, but did not speak immediately. Instead, he said, "Of course you can meet me, but there's no rush. Let's talk about it after we appreciate the calligraphy."
Everyone became even more curious.
The others were just curious and surprised, but the Song family was not in such a good mood.
Especially Song Yi.
He never dreamed that they were wholeheartedly trying to be friendly with the Sheng family and Old Man Sheng, but the other party would actually give such a response!
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