Chapter 437: Jealousy
"Mr. Pillow Book?" someone asked.
"I heard that Mr. Situ, the headmaster of Qinglian Academy, praised a painting some time ago, and the signature was Zhenshu." The man said, pointing to the mountain residence painting on the wall, "Look, there is a painting by Mr. Zhenshu here, and the owner of Wenbaozhai bought it specially to collect it here."
Everyone looked at the painting and then at Xu Qingye.
There was no way to connect him to that painting.
In fact, he looked a little too young.
Xu Qingye looked at Sun Shangze who was blocking his way.
"I told you that I don't need to prove anything to you. Since you don't believe me, just pretend I'm not."
After saying that, he pulled Song Yuntang down from the attic.
Sun Shang looked at the two men's backs, with doubt in his eyes lingering.
He had studied in the Qinglian Academy in the provincial capital for many years, and now he was hired as a teacher here, but he had never seen this kind of person before.
How could such a great man be unknown?
Can a person really be so indifferent to fame and fortune?
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The servant led the two men to the counter, and while Song Yuntang was settling the bill with the accountant, the servant leaned close to the shopkeeper's ear.
"Shopkeeper, this gentleman seems to be the one who painted the painting "Rongcun Mountain Residence" on the second floor of our Wenbaozhai."
When the shopkeeper heard this, he was surprised and turned to look at the man with extraordinary temperament in front of the counter.
"Sir, you must be Mr. Pillow Book?"
Seeing that Xu Qingye did not answer, he quickly said, "It is like this. Our boss has been wanting to find you and ask for two more pieces of calligraphy. If you are really Mr. Pillow Book, would you consider this matter?"
Xu Qingye shook his head slightly.
"Sorry, I don't have any plans to paint anytime soon."
Seeing that the two had paid the bill and were about to leave, the shopkeeper hurriedly said, "If you have any more paintings in the future, please remember our Wenbaozhai."
Looking at the two people's backs as they left, the servant looked at the shopkeeper.
"Manager Qian, do you think he is really Mr. Pillow Book? Mr. Sun said he is too young and doesn't look like someone who can paint "Rongcun Mountain Dwelling"."
The shopkeeper looked at Xu Qingye's back and murmured, "Sometimes calligraphy and painting not only look at age, but also talent and inspiration. I think that young man is gentle, reserved and calm, and doesn't seem like someone who would lie."
The shopkeeper said this and looked at the servant.
"Did he take the initiative to tell you that he belongs to Mr. Pillow Book?"
The servant shook his head.
"It was the young master's wife who saw the painting and said that it was similar to his painting style and asked if it was painted by him. At first, I just listened and didn't say anything."
After hearing what he said, the shopkeeper became more certain.
"It looks like that's him."
I really didn't expect that Mr. Pillow Book is so young.
I have to tell my old boss about this news.
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Walking on the road, Song Yuntang looked at Xu Qingye.
"Your paintings are so popular, why don't you paint two more? Wouldn't that help spread your fame?"
Xu Qingye shook his head and smiled.
"Tang Er, do you think that if my paintings are everywhere, will they still be valuable?"
Song Yuntang understood the reason as soon as he heard it.
"I see. Scarcity makes things valuable." She looked at the man with admiration in her eyes. "You are really good at quietly holding back your big moves."
The man raised the corners of his lips.
"Tang'er is praising me?"
Song Yuntang smiled and glanced at him, "Such an obvious compliment, can't you hear it?"
After hearing this, the man couldn't suppress the smile on his lips for a long time.
"I heard it."
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The next day, Xu Qingye went to the Governor's Mansion to attend the Lu Ming Banquet, while Song Yuntang went to Mingyue Tower.
She had an appointment with a patient today, at Mingyue Tower. The patient was an elderly man who had previously come to her for acupuncture treatment for back pain in Anyang County.
When she arrived, the old man had not come yet.
Manager Miao was not at home today, so Manager Gao respectfully welcomed her to the side room and asked the kitchen to prepare tea and snacks for her.
"Doctor Song, please enjoy your time. You can call us if you have any instructions."
Song Yuntang nodded, "Got it, you guys go about your business, don't worry about me, when the old man who's looking for me comes later, just ask the waiter to bring him directly to this room."
"yes."
Manager Gao responded and left the room.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the old man arrived, still looking as energetic as the first time I saw him.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Doctor Song."
Song Yuntang put down the teacup.
"It's okay, I came a little early."
The old man chuckled and sat down opposite her.
"I heard that the dishes at Mingyue Tower have a unique taste. Doctor Song, are you going to treat me to a meal?"
Song Yuntang smiled and said, "I have nothing to do today anyway. After I finish giving the old gentleman acupuncture, it would be okay for me to treat you to a meal."
The old man looked at her steadily with eyes that seemed to see through everything.
"Didn't Doctor Song get married? Your husband won't accompany you?"
Song Yuntang nodded, "Yes, we are married, but he is busy with things, so he can't be with me every day."
Tang Jingshan looked at her for a moment and asked, "Do you mind?"
"Why should you mind?" Song Yuntang said softly, "There is more to life than just love. He has his dreams and I have mine. The two are not contradictory."
When the old man heard this, there was admiration in his eyes.
"After being in contact with you for such a long time, I really like you more and more."
Song Yuntang quickly stretched out his hand to stop him.
"Don't say that, my husband is jealous. If he finds out, he will be very angry."
Tang Jingshan looked at her curiously.
"He really has a black face?"
Song Yuntang shook his head, "Not on the surface, but I'm jealous in my heart."
When Tang Jingshan heard this, he burst into laughter. "Interesting, really interesting. If I wasn't about to leave Yingshan City, I would definitely come and talk to you more often."
Song Yuntang was a little surprised.
"The old gentleman is leaving? When?"
Tang Jingshan put away his smile and said, "I will have to leave in a few days, and I don't know what the future holds. Today, in addition to wanting to see Dr. Song for acupuncture, I also came to say goodbye to you."
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