Shen Jingan didn't know that Su Jinyu had prepared a gift for the Marshal. He opened his mouth to ask a question, but Mr. Zhou came up and took off his hat to make an order, "Mr. Zhou"
When Mr. Zhou heard that it was a calligraphy work by Yan Lugong, he trotted away without caring about his elegant manners.
Su Jinyu took a few steps forward and said, "Mr. Zhou"
Mr. Zhou stared at the gift box in her hand, eagerly. He was good at running script and studied Yan style. He had also seen the calligraphy once, but he had only seen it from a distance. Just this one glance made him remember it clearly.
Although he was extremely anxious, Mr. Zhou still declined, saying, "Marshal Su is too polite. The gift is too expensive for me to accept. I will have no regrets if it gives me the opportunity to appreciate the calligraphy of Yan Lugong."
As soon as the three words "Yan Lu Gong" came out, they attracted many scholars to watch.
This is Yan Lugong, the "Yan Jin Liu Gu" calligrapher. It is a great honor for me to be able to see his calligraphy.
Su Jinyu in front of him was wearing a white gauze fitted cheongsam with a narrow blue edge. The dark blue and white gave her a very simple feel, but Su Jinyu had a bright face and a graceful figure, and her elegance and charm were all subtle.
She nodded to the crowd and said, "Mr. Zhou is the most famous writer in Qianjiang. No matter how expensive the gift is, it is just a token of his appreciation. My father is a rough man who is good at martial arts but not at writing. However, he has great respect for those who are truly talented."
"I got this calligraphy by chance in my early years. My father put it aside. I want to share it with someone who really understands Yan Lugong."
As he said this, he solemnly handed the long box to Mr. Zhou and said, "If Mr. Zhou doesn't dare to accept it, who else in Qianjiang would dare to accept it?"
Mr. Zhou hesitated for a moment, handed the walking stick to Zhou Youchen behind him, wiped his hands on his body, and then took it.
"Thank you for your kindness, Marshal. I will definitely treasure it."
"Marshal Su really values talent. It is a priceless treasure. No one else would be willing to give it to me."
"That's right. It shows that Marshal Su respects and loves us writers."
A group of intellectuals praised it back and forth for a few sentences, and then they couldn't wait to see the calligraphy.
How could Mr. Zhou be stingy? He asked people to clear a space in the front yard and move in a desk. After it was cleaned up, some highly respected and real literary masters were qualified to come forward to have a look, while others were stopped from coming forward to avoid desecrating the calligraphy.
Mr. Zhou and his companions gathered around the "Dispute over Seat Post" and observed it carefully with their heads down. Some of them even took out magnifying glasses. The entire front yard was silent, for fear of disturbing them.
Those who don't understand calligraphy naturally don't understand the value of calligraphy. Zhou Youchen doesn't understand, he only knows that it is of great value and is an antique that will last forever.
He glanced sideways at the woman presenting the gift in front of him on the left. She was the bride that night and the one who saved him. As for whether she really saved him, he didn't know, but at least she didn't have any bad intentions.
Perhaps because the gaze was too intense, Su Jinyu turned her head and frowned slightly.
It’s…him.
I can’t say I’m unfamiliar with Zhou Youchen, but I’m not familiar with him either.
His existence was the beginning of her misery in her previous life, but it also made her think of Lan'er.
Lan'er was extremely spoiled before she was five years old. After her father fell from power, she and Lan'er were driven out of the Shen Mansion and wandered around. Such a young child always held her in his arms, saying that he would cure her, take care of her, and not let others bully her.
Once, a beggar saw Su Jinyu's delicate and fair skin and dragged her to an alley. At that time, she was ill and unable to escape. It was her son Lan who pulled the trigger and beat the beggar to death.
Her son was so small, but he pulled the beggar off her with trembling hands. His eyes were red and his face was full of stubbornness, not shedding a single tear.
Zhou Youchen looked at her, his beautiful face expressionless, only his eyes seemed to be looking through him at other people, tears streaming down like pearls falling from a string.
This... is also his fault?
As far as he can remember, he has never seen the eldest daughter of a handsome mansion, so he shouldn't have the guts to provoke her.
Seeing Meixiao crying, Zhou Youchen couldn't bear it and wanted to go up to her and ask her something, but Meixiao suddenly came to her senses, wiped away her tears silently and turned away.
Girl, you change your expression too quickly.
Zhou Youchen frowned and thought a lot.
Maybe the body's memory is incomplete?
Su Jinyu's expression calmed down, but her heart was in turmoil.
What will happen to her Lan'er in this life?
Without that night, would her Lan'er still appear in her life?
"What were you looking at just now?" Shen Jing'an didn't notice Su Jinyu crying, he only found that the girl next to him was flirting with Zhou Youchen, that playboy, and he felt indignant.
Su Jinyu said calmly, "I didn't see anything."
Shen Jing'an looked over her head at Zhou Youchen with extreme disdain.
How dare a playboy with nothing but a stinky body covet his wife?
Zhou Youchen sensed the murderous intent and saw a pair of warning eyes. He was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the woman beside him. Was he the woman's husband?
I always feel that this woman should have some relationship with him, and it doesn't seem like they just met once.
After waiting for more than half an hour, Mr. Zhou and other literary masters finally raised their heads, and everyone's blood was boiling.
Mr. Zhou said excitedly, "This "Zhengzuozuzuo Tie" by Yan Lugong is a handwritten letter to Guo Yingyou. The whole letter is full of vigor and vigor, bold and enthusiastic... Good, it's really great."
Su Jinyu smiled and said, "It's rare that Mr. Zhou likes it so much."
"I like it"
Mr. Zhou carefully rolled up the calligraphy and painting, gently placed it in the box, closed it, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He then took the long box and walked to Su Jinyu, bowed and said, "Thank you for your generous gift, Marshal. I am really unworthy of it."
When he bowed, Su Jinyu supported Mr. Zhou and said, "You are too polite."
The gift-giving episode ended, and Mr. Zhou’s birthday banquet officially began.
Because of Yan Lugong's calligraphy and paintings, many literary masters took the initiative to talk to Su Jinyu.
Su Jinyu entertained the guests patiently. After a while, she felt tired and went to a pavilion.
The Zhou Mansion is a typical Chinese garden building with pavilions, towers, rockery and flowing water. It also uses some Western-introduced glass. The gorgeous colors of the stained glass and the luxurious decorations of the ancient Chinese buildings complement each other.
The wind in early autumn is as gentle as water, blowing gently across your face like a thread, bringing coolness and comfort.
Su Jinyu closed her eyes, enjoying the rare peace and quiet.
"Stop!"
A voice came closer, accompanied by an urgent gasp, "If you run again, I...I will jump down."
The silence was broken. Su Jinyu sighed and turned to leave the pavilion. Suddenly, she heard a sound. She stopped, hid behind the huge pillar of the pavilion, and looked towards the source of the sound.
It was indeed Zhou Youchen.
Zhou Youchen turned his back to the girl, his tall figure completely blocking the petite girl, "Don't chase me anymore"
The girl rushed over and hugged Zhou Youchen's waist, feeling very aggrieved, "You haven't come to see me these few days, I... I finally persuaded my father to bring me to the banquet today, and you are still hiding from me"
"Letting go"
Zhou Youchen scolded loudly.
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