At this moment, Lin Jingan just wanted to pull Xie Xihe away from here, find a quiet place to talk, and ask about her situation. However, someone blocked his way, and his brows immediately frowned slightly.
After hearing Song Yi's words, he tightened his grip even more: "When did I agree to take your daughter in as my disciple?"
Is there any need to explain it? Just think about it and you will know!
Song Yi's face darkened. He stared at Lin Jing'an and said, "Mr. Lin, you've been in seclusion for so many years. You've rejected so many people who came to you asking for calligraphy, yet you agreed to my request and even went all the way to attend Mr. Sheng's birthday banquet. Isn't it because I mentioned that day that I wanted my daughter to become your disciple, and you agreed to come out of seclusion?"
Let’s not talk about these, just look at Lin Jing’an’s attitude towards the father and daughter just now. It’s obvious that this is not the attitude he would have towards strangers.
Isn’t this enough to explain it?
Or...
Song Yi's face darkened even further, and his voice uncontrollably took on a hint of sarcasm. "Or, Mr. Lin, are you saying that all this is just a coincidence? You just happened to praise Yan Xi's calligraphy, and you just happened to want to write a post so you agreed to my request. And you just happened to want to relax so you ended up at Mr. Sheng's birthday party?"
Song Yi had been through a lot today, especially when he compared Lin Jing'an's attitude towards Xie Xihe and their father and daughter. He was filled with anger, and his tone became uncontrollably sharp: "I'm afraid it's not a coincidence, but that Mr. Lin was deceived by someone and changed his mind at the last minute, right?"
What old acquaintance, what having studied for a few days before, he didn't believe a word of what Xie Bowen said!
If that was the case, why didn't Xie Bowen come out to recognize Lin Jing'an when he first arrived? He had to wait until Xie Xihe's calligraphy was hung up, and then Lin Jing'an looked at the calligraphy before saying anything about whether they were old acquaintances or not!
Something is clearly wrong!
Song Yi didn't know how it turned out like this. He only knew that he had asked for the calligraphy and that the person came for them, so he absolutely couldn't let some inexplicable people steal it away!
The position of Lin Jingan’s direct disciple can only belong to his Song family!
Lin Jing'an frowned and thought for a long time, and finally remembered.
He glanced in the direction of the registered disciple who had been quietly standing behind him and whispered something. The other person immediately took out a stack of calligraphy copies from his bag, and Lin Jingan reached out to take it.
He unfolded the copybook and shook it gently: "I praised your daughter's handwriting. Are you referring to these?"
Song Yi's eyes lit up: "Not bad!"
Lin Jingan nodded and understood.
Without saying much, he casually picked out a few good ones and asked someone to hang them on the shelf.
Lin Jingan didn't need to say anything more, everyone couldn't help but laugh.
What can I say about Song Yanxi's handwriting?
It's really good when you look at it alone.
At least it is hard to find anyone among her peers who writes better than her.
But “difficult” does not mean “impossible”.
Old Master Sheng was the first to laugh out loud. He had disliked Song Yi for a long time, and today they had clashed again. He was too lazy to maintain politeness and said directly, "Second Miss Song's handwriting is indeed good, but there are at least three young people here who can reach this level. You said that Mr. Lin left the mountain for Second Miss Song, but I don't agree."
"I can understand Patriarch Song's feeling that his daughter is superior to others', and I also think my son is better than others', but it's inappropriate for Patriarch Song to rely on Elder Lin for this, right?"
Song Yi's face flushed. "Mr. Sheng, you're being too reckless. Why don't you name three people who can reach this level?"
Without Grandpa Sheng's instruction, Sheng Shijing directly ordered: "Bring the pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
Ten minutes later.
Old Master Sheng had the five papers on the table hung on the rack and said leisurely: "Oh, five, it seems that old men don't care much about what's happening outside. They underestimate the young people nowadays."
He couldn't help but take another look at his second grandson, and was quite surprised: "You are not doing your job properly, but I didn't expect you to have good handwriting. Who did you learn from?"
Sheng Yunzhou laughed heartily, scratching his forehead and saying, "My uncle said I have an unstable temper, so he punishes me by making me practice calligraphy. I guess I'll become more skilled after being punished so many times."
"I didn't learn from anyone, I just copied my uncle's calligraphy."
Grandpa Sheng suddenly felt his face light up, and he smiled so hard that his teeth were showing. He glanced at Song Yi and said: Did you hear that? My grandson can do this well even if he is punished by being made to copy. People should be humble and don't take themselves too seriously!
Song Yi's face turned dark.
His eyes swept over the calligraphy of Zhong Yuxiu, Sheng Yunzhou, Sheng Shijing, and Su Jinchuan one by one. His face darkened a little, and he said with a stiff upper lip: "But..."
Lin Jing'an pulled out another piece of calligraphy from the bottom of the stack and interrupted, "I was so immersed in the joy of seeing such good calligraphy that I didn't explain it clearly, causing the Song family head to misunderstand. This piece of calligraphy shouldn't be written by the Second Miss Song, right?"
Song Yi's face froze completely.
"Master Song may have forgotten that when you came to me to ask for a calligraphy, I refused at first. It was you who showed me this calligraphy and told me that someone was copying my double-sided stickers and pretending to be my disciple. Only then did I agree to meet you and agree to your request for a calligraphy."
Lin Jingan spoke slowly, then handed the note with the word "black" written on both sides to Xie Xihe and said, "This should be written by you, right?"
"I vaguely recognized the handwriting at the time, but I wasn't quite sure, so I came here specifically."
Xie Xihe lowered his head, frowning slightly, and looked at Song Yi: "How come the calligraphy I sold to Wang Jieqing is in the hands of the Song family master?"
Song Yi's expression became even stiffer.
Everyone didn't understand what was going on, and they all looked at Song Yi with sarcasm on their faces.
Song Yi's face turned red and blue when he was looked at. He opened his mouth, trying to say something to save face: "I... I just feel..."
“That’s enough!”
An intolerable shout rang out, and Song Yanxi took two steps forward and stood in front of Song Yi. There was suppressed embarrassment in his eyes, and he forced a smile and said, "Dad, we've given the gifts and said hello. It's almost time for us to go home."
She emphasized her tone: "Grandpa's health has been getting worse recently. I'm worried. Let's go back and see him."
Song Yi's heart trembled slightly, and he finally came to his senses. His face changed, but he still swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
Song Yanxi felt as if her entire face was thrown to the ground by her father, and then stepped on hard by Lin Jingan and Xie Xihe, which made her chest hurt.
She suppressed her emotions with the greatest self-control in her life, nodded randomly to the people around her, and then pulled Song Yi and Bai Huaqian away.
Before leaving, he couldn't help but glance in the direction of Xie Xihe. His previous politeness and indifference were gone, and only a deep coldness remained.
Xie Xihe, you were the one who betrayed me first, so don't blame me for not considering our friendship over the years.
No one can step on Song Yanxi's head to get to the top!
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