Chapter Twenty-Six Old Feelings

  "Zhuo?" Lin Chen was surprised when he saw her.

  That white figure shook violently for a moment, remained silent for a while, then turned around and gave her a dazzling smile. "So it's my fourth cousin."

  His expression and voice were extremely gentle, as if he had been waiting for a long time to see **.

  Lin Zhaoyan's hand tightened around the painting, and he hastily lowered his head. "Zhaoyan didn't know Father still had guests, and he rashly intruded; he hopes Father will forgive him. Zhaoyan will take his leave first."

  "Don't be in a hurry." Lin Chen shouted to stop her from turning back, and said with a smile: "Yan Ge will come to visit his father to discuss learning for the next few days, and he has also met your sister twice. As siblings, there's no need to avoid each other."

  Lin Ruoyan was determined to marry him, so she didn't want to avoid it, but she had an inexplicable fear of this Lu Yanzi, and simply couldn't get away from him.

  "It's all right, Zhao'er will go back first and come find Father later."

  "What's in your hands?" someone suddenly asked.

  "The draft is ruined." Lin Zhao replied subconsciously, and it wasn't until she came back to her senses that she realized the one asking her questions was not Lin Chen, but Lu Yan Zhi.

  She then heard him ask: "Draft? Why? I'm quite interested in calligraphy and painting, if Fourth Sister doesn't mind, may I take a look?"

  The courtesy name of Lu Xun was Shu Zhi, which he only used in front of people he knew well and was close to, just like a woman's maiden name.

  Lin Zhaoyan was stunned, and before he could respond, Lin Chenhao readily replied: "Zi Pei's painting skills are not inferior to mine, using him to guide our young lady's painting is really a waste of his talent."

  Lu Yan smiled and said, "There's no need to be humble or not. If I like someone, even if they're worse than me, I'll still be happy. If I don't like someone, even if they're better than me, I won't be able to stand it."

  His words have a somewhat ambiguous meaning.

  Lin Chen also heard it and looked at him in shock.

  Lu Yan seemed oblivious, lifted his robe and stood up, walking towards Lin Zhao Yan.

  He wore a white robe, with black hair and handsome eyebrows, his face radiant with a soft glow, resembling the bright and lustrous full moon in the sky.

  Lin Zhaoyan heard her own heartbeat speeding up, but that wasn't her intention, it was just this body being out of control.

  Strange, strange feeling.

  "I've come to see where the problem lies." He had a refreshing scent on him, and as he leaned over to take the painting from her hand, that scent pierced straight into her nostrils, flowing into her heart.

  Nobody dislikes beautiful things, and Lin Zhao Yan is no exception.

  Just feel uneasy.

  "The level is not bad, but it's lost its emotional appeal. The strokes and lines only show your diligence, but can't see your intention at all, so the painting looks stiff and dull, which might be why you're not satisfied with it." Lu Yan opened up the scroll and made a judgment almost without looking at it.

  Lin Zhaoyan furrowed her brow, but had to admit that he was absolutely right. It wasn't difficult for her to paint a picture of Guanyin, nor was it difficult to paint a picture of Old Lady Lin. The problem was that she didn't have any feelings for Old Lady Lin, and couldn't capture her spirit, so she couldn't merge the two together.

  "What does Brother Biao mean by that? How am I supposed to change?" Lin Zhaoyan asked with interest, subconsciously.

  He smiled even more brightly, rolled up the painting and pointed to his own chest, saying slowly: "As the saying goes, it's easy to paint a tiger's skin but hard to paint its bones. To paint well, one needs not only superb skills but also emotions poured into the painting. Otherwise, why would the same snowy scene evoke different moods in different people's eyes? If you want to paint a good Guanyin image, you must put your heart into it and feel the emotions flowing from your brush. If you can't, then change the gift!"

  Lin Zhaoyan was shocked.

  Did he know that this was the gift she wanted to give to Old Lady Lin? And, how did he even know that she didn't have any feelings for Old Lady Lin? Otherwise, why would he let her change the gift?

  Lu Yan handed the painting back to her, but as he bowed down, he whispered in her ear, "To know that a person's heart towards you won't change just because of a gift."

  Lin Zhaoyan left Yi'antang with mixed emotions.

  Returned to the Qingfang Pavilion, sat in the house for a while, and then crushed those paintings. Summoned Man Shuang and Man Hua, and instructed: "You two embroider a small screen of one hundred blessings for me! I want to give it to my grandmother as a gift."

  She claims to be calm and composed, but she still can't let go of Lu Yan's words.

  She's such a clever person, she'll be even more distant from now on.

  Time flies, Lin Zhaoyan still couldn't wait for Liu Wenyuan's news, he seemed to have disappeared, and never appeared again.

  Lin Zhaoyan was almost certain that her marriage to him would not happen, and she felt a little regretful, but also not so sad. Marrying Liu Wenxuan might be good, but a forced marriage is not sweet, and Lu's family didn't like her, so even if she married into their family, she wouldn't have a good life. She was only good at enduring hardships, but didn't have the same intelligence and all-around abilities as Ma Shi.

  February 15th arrived soon, and the weather gradually warmed up.

  The red plum blossoms of the Xiangfang Pavilion have withered, but tender green shoots are emerging from the ground, and all things are reviving. This is a season full of vitality and vigor.

  Lin Zhaoyan never had that dream again, and her subconscious didn't let herself think about it too much. She just decided to find another opportunity to analyze the pros and cons of entering the palace with Lin Ruoyan, this would be the last time, if she still wouldn't listen, then she wouldn't care anymore.

  The longevity banquet was set up in Qing'an Hall of Waiyuan.

  An hour before the birthday banquet, relatives from the Lu, Liu, Qin and Wu families arrived, although not as lively, it was also a courtyard full of laughter and chatter.

  Lin Zhaoyan searched for Liu Wenyuan's figure in the crowd, but as his gaze swept back and forth, he felt a piercing stare fixed on him.

  She subconsciously turned around and met Lu Yan Zhi who was smiling at her with raised lips.

  His eyebrows furrowed imperceptibly, Lin Zhaoyan withdrew his gaze and walked into the crowd as if nothing had happened.

  No matter what, she had to find Liu Wenxuan and ask him, ask him, what was going on?

  Lu Yan gazed at the moon-white figure that was leaving without any hesitation, the smile in his eyes turned obscure, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

  It seems like this is the law of cause and effect!

  "Brother, what are you looking at? Sister Jin is talking to you!" His arm was pushed and Lu Yan came back to his senses, seeing Lin Jinming's face full of grievance and resentment.

  A surge of disgust rose in his heart, but on the surface he smiled faintly and said: "The longevity banquet has not yet begun, why don't you sisters gather together to have a poetry contest?"

  As she spoke, she took off the Lake Water Green Xuan Rock Jade Pendant hanging from her body and handed it to Lu Mei: "This piece of jade will serve as a gift for you all, and when I go to report to Grandmother later, I'm afraid the gift will be even more generous."

  Lin Jinming is very happy.

  Lu Yan had never given her any gifts before, this jade pendant was one of his most treasured possessions, if he could get it back, then there would be no regrets.

  Moreover, the one who made this assessment is Lu Yan, so whoever he chooses as the leader is probably someone he has a crush on.

  She Lin Jinming is not very knowledgeable or talented, but writing a few poems is still not difficult for her.

  The other sisters waited here bored, and with a mind to show off their literary skills, they all rubbed their fists and palms, eager to try.

  The sisters all went towards the bamboo forest in the backyard.

  Lu Yan called out to the young servant beside him, instructing in a low voice, "Have the maid go find Lin Siu-jie and tell her that the sisters in the backyard have something important to discuss with her."

  He clenched his fist, and the palm still retained the temperature of the jade pendant.

  That was their token of love back then, with a line of small words still engraved on it.

  "The green robe is still, my heart is distant, but for your sake, I have been hesitating until now."

  Zhaor, now I will return it to your side.

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