Song Yi's face was grim, and he didn't stop walking. But out of sight of everyone, he winked at Bai Huaqian and Song Yanxi.
Song Yanxi reacted first, and immediately reached out to grab Song Yi's arm, calling out in a calm voice, "Dad."
Bai Huaqian also came to her senses and immediately grabbed his other arm, finally stopping the man.
Song Yi snorted coldly, waited for a few seconds, then turned around with a sullen face and said, "Master Sheng, do you have any further advice?"
He didn't expect that although Mr. Sheng asked him to stay, his expression wasn't very good. He said indifferently, "Since the Song family has produced Mr. Lin's calligraphy, now that he's here, don't you want to meet him before leaving?"
Song Yi was very annoyed by the other party's cold attitude. He was angry, but the next moment he realized the meaning of Mr. Sheng's words and was stunned.
Are people here?
Who's arrived?
Mr. Lin?
How is that possible?
Song Yi subconsciously wanted to ask, but the moment he looked up, he saw surprise or shock in the eyes of everyone in the banquet hall.
He felt something in his heart and looked in the direction everyone was looking.
The next moment, a vaguely familiar figure appeared in sight.
It was the figure of an old man, wearing a loose gray robe, with silver hair, but it was quite neatly groomed, and the whole person exuded an indescribable ethereal feeling.
If you saw him in another place, everyone would think he was some immortal.
Who else could it be but Lin Jingan?
Song Yi suddenly came to his senses. Taking advantage of the fact that he had met Lin Jing'an once and was the closest to him, he was the first to greet him. He was surprised and happy: "Mr. Lin, why are you here?"
Mr. Lin nodded casually and did not answer his question.
A pair of eyes that were still bright even at this age searched the banquet hall, but he didn't find the person he was looking for, and his brows furrowed slightly.
Then he looked at Song Yi and asked, "Those calligraphy pieces you showed me earlier, you said they were written by your daughter. Where is she?"
Song Yi was stunned for a moment, but when he came to his senses, he was overjoyed. He pulled Song Yanxi in front of Lin Jingan and said, "This is my daughter, Yanxi, Song Yanxi."
He winked at Song Yanxi and said, "This is Mr. Lin. I haven't met him yet."
Song Yanxi was also a little surprised, but she quickly calmed down. She bowed slightly to Mr. Lin and said with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Lin."
The girl lowered her head slightly, revealing her dark hair. Lin Jing'an looked at her, and the uneasiness and anxiety that had been lingering in his heart for several days suddenly disappeared, leaving only calm disappointment.
He didn't even need to observe carefully or test carefully to be sure that it was not her.
She never bowed her head in front of him, nor did she need to.
Lin Jing'an's expression was calm, and his tone was normal as he said, "Miss Song, you're too polite."
Song Yanxi raised her head. She had willow-shaped eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and a calm smile in her eyes. Lin Jingan looked at her and was slightly startled.
Putting aside other things, the girl's expression is somewhat similar to the person in my memory.
Although he knew it wasn't her, Lin Jing'an's expression eased a little and he nodded at Song Yanxi.
The uncertainty in Song Yi's heart immediately disappeared, and his eyes showed deep joy.
He glanced at Old Master Sheng, but was in no hurry to leave. He extended his hand and said, "Mr. Lin, please come in."
Lin Jing'an already knew what he wanted to know, and actually didn't want to stay anymore. However, he had come uninvited, and it would be rude to leave as soon as he arrived. He couldn't do such a thing, so he nodded and followed the three people from the Song family into the crowd.
Old Master Chao Sheng looked over and apologized, "I'm sorry for coming here uninvited."
Even Sheng Huanan couldn't put on airs in front of Mr. Lin. He was about to stand up, but Sheng Shijing pushed him back to his seat and reminded him, "You haven't recovered yet, so just sit down and talk. The old man doesn't care about empty formalities."
Sheng Huanan couldn't help but glare at him, but the corners of his lips curled up high, and he said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry to make you laugh, old man."
Lin Jingan did smile.
It's not that I'm joking, I just feel that he seems a little magical today. How come everyone looks a bit like that person?
I saw Miss Song like this before, and now the man in front of me is also like this.
As expected, as people get older, they tend to have wild thoughts and recall things from the past more and more easily. I'm afraid that the end is approaching.
Lin Jing'an laughed and shook his head, saying, "Master Sheng has just recovered from a serious illness, so he really should rest more."
As he spoke, he thought of something and took another look at him: "But I see that Patriarch Sheng's complexion is no worse than it was a decade ago. It seems that he has taken good care of himself over the years."
Old Master Sheng waved his hand and said, "It's not that I'm well-nourished, it's the medicine I've been taking lately that's working."
Lin Jing'an nodded without saying much.
Lin Jing'an is getting older and increasingly dislikes overly lively occasions. He has no intention of staying any longer. After a pause, he changed the subject: "I came here uninvited on a whim and didn't prepare any gifts. If Master Sheng doesn't mind, how about I write a few words on the spot as a gift?"
"I don't mind, of course I don't mind..." Old Master Sheng said without thinking. Halfway through his words, he suddenly thought of something. He looked at Lin Jing'an and said hesitantly, "But compared to calligraphy, I do have another request. I wonder if Mr. Lin could help me with a small favor?"
As soon as Sheng Huanan said this, everyone present immediately thought of what his "unwelcome request" was, and for a moment, they were filled with inexplicable emotions.
Even though we lament that Mr. Sheng likes the new calligraphy so much that he even gave up Mr. Lin's calligraphy, it proves the excellence of this calligraphy.
It's helpless because the old man is really old and has lost even the most basic judgment. He does things based on his own preferences and is not afraid of offending everyone.
He had just driven away the Song family head, and now he was ungrateful enough to refuse Mr. Lin's calligraphy...
Lin Jing'an didn't have any special reaction. He paused and said, "Master Sheng, please feel free to speak."
"It's like this..."
Sheng Huanan had barely begun to speak when Song Yi, who was sneering in anger, interrupted him and said, "Old Lin, you may not know that the head of the Sheng family recently acquired a copybook of calligraphy. Not long ago, he was claiming that even you, the old gentleman, couldn't write calligraphy as good as this at your age. Before you came, he had someone bring that copybook to compare with yours so that everyone could appreciate it!"
Just then, the old housekeeper Sheng retrieved the calligraphy copybook. Song Yi nodded his chin and said, "Well, the calligraphy copybook has been retrieved. The master of the Sheng family probably wants the old gentleman to comment on it."
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