“This person is so scheming.”
Ye Zi came to this conclusion from Ye Wenrou's story and said angrily, "I couldn't see it before. I thought he just didn't like you and that's why he was always confronting you. Now I know that everything he did was to attract your attention. Sister, how can this guy be so cunning? How old was he at that time? He only knew how to pick up girls?"
"-----" Ye Wenrou didn't expect that after she just helped Fang Yan explain a few words and recounted the situation back then, Ye Zi already had a different understanding. In her eyes, Fang Yan was not a good person anyway----
"But, at that time, my sister was already very beautiful. There were many boys in Yanziwu who liked you, but you ignored them - that is Fang Yan, who always glared at you, looking for trouble and hanging around in front of you - humph, this way of picking up girls is so old-fashioned, but I didn't expect it to be so effective."
"At that time, Fang Yan didn't like me." Ye Wenrou said.
"Why doesn't he like you? Why doesn't he like you?" Ye Zi said angrily. After a pause, she gritted her teeth and said, "I know that the person he liked at that time was Fenghuang. What's so good about that woman An Youyou? She's not as pretty as my sister."
Ye Wenrou shook her head and said, "When it comes to things like liking something, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. How can there be a standard for judging?"
"Yes." Ye Zi said proudly. She pointed at her own face and said, "Everyone likes me----"
"That's because you are cute." Ye Wenrou said. "I am cold and always like to hit people----"
"Sis, do you know that you are the cutest when you beat people coldly? Whenever you and Fang Yan were fighting, I would be there whenever I had the chance. Because I think you were the coolest when you beat Fang Yan so hard that he cried and begged for mercy. So cool."
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"Even if he knows the heart of Tai Chi, it doesn't prove that Fang Yan is worse than my sister." Ye Zi insisted on her point of view and said, "My sister almost succeeded in climbing the Heavenly Dao, why didn't he climb it? It proves that he is still not as good as my sister."
"At a young age, he already has the heart of Tai Chi, and is considered the most outstanding disciple of the Tai Chi lineage. Because of his father's death, he went out for three years of mourning and realized the light of Tai Chi. Only when you have compassion for the world and humanity can you have the heart of Tai Chi. Only when you have impartiality and selflessness can you have the realm of Tai Chi. Only when you have the righteousness of serving the country and the people can you have the light of Tai Chi. This is a truth that everyone who practices martial arts understands. He has a good heart, but his mouth is too poisonous, which always makes people overlook his true nature. Think about it carefully, when has he ever really hurt others? Even when their Fang family was bullied like that a few years ago, has he ever caused trouble for others after he had the heart of Tai Chi?"
"If someone else had their father's tragic death, apart from Bai Xiu, Li Xiaotian and Zhu Zidan from Yanziwu are all excellent people, but if they were to endure such a blow, would they still be able to maintain a clear mind? Would their realm still be able to improve like this? Could they do better than Fang Yan?"
Ye Wenrou sighed softly, with deep pity in her voice, and said: "He has an enemy in Huacheng, and an enemy in Yanjing. He has to face a behemoth like the Jiang family, and even because of Senior Mo, he has to face the pressure of the dragon. He is walking on thin ice every step of the way. It is really not easy. If it were another man, would he have time to go shopping with you? Would he still be in the mood to laugh and play with you? He has remained innocent and smiling until now. Such a man is probably hard to find in the world, right?"
Ye Zi was stunned for a long time, and then said, "Fang Yan really had a hard time - especially during the years when his father was killed, he really seemed like a different person. I don't know what happened, but when I saw him smiling so happily, he suddenly stopped smiling, which made me feel - I felt very sad."
Seeing Ye Wenrou thinking about her own things, Ye Zi pulled Ye Wenrou's sleeve and said, "Sister, are you really going to marry him?"
"Hmm?" Ye Wenrou looked at Ye Zi doubtfully, not understanding why she asked such a question.
"I always feel --- I always feel that you can take a closer look." Ye Zi said seriously, "Sister, you don't go out often, so you don't meet many men. I think there are many men out there -- very good men. Men who are different from Fang Yan. You should look more and choose more. Marriage is a lifelong event for a woman. Uncle and his family don't want you two to get married, and there are many obstacles in the way. Even if you get together with difficulty in the future, it will always hurt some people -- if you can have the best of both worlds, wouldn't it be better?"
Ye Wenrou looked at Ye Zi and asked, "Have you ever really liked someone?"
Ye Zi nodded and said with a blushing face, "You've liked her before, right? Didn't I tell you? When I was in junior high school, there was a boy in our class who was very handsome when playing basketball----"
"Have you ever loved someone?"
"Love?" Ye Zi's expression was a little confused. What kind of feeling can be called love
"You are willing to share life and death with someone and never get bored with him for the rest of your life." Ye Wenrou said. "No one else can do it except him. This is the kind of feeling."
Ye Zi shook her head and said, "Not yet - I'm not even sure what kind of man I'll look for."
"No one else can do it except him." Ye Wenrou's voice was still calm, but her tone was unquestionable. "If he asked me to marry me, I would agree without hesitation - so, I would marry him."
Ye Zi was silent for a moment, fiddling with her hair in annoyance, and said, "Forget it, forget it. That's between you two. Why are you explaining so much to me?"
Ye Wenrou looked at Ye Zi and said, "I understand your intention. You arranged this party so that I can see other men, other outstanding men in Yanjing. However, I can no longer see other men. I won't even look at them."
Ye Zi smiled bitterly and said, "I knew I couldn't hide it from you - my dad insisted on me doing this and asked me to take you to meet more people. I was not willing to do it either -"
"I understand." Ye Wenrou nodded. She believed Ye's explanation and knew that the other elders had their own thoughts. However, since she fell in love with that man, nothing was more important than this.
"Oh no." Ye Zi suddenly exclaimed.
"how?"
"Let's go and take a look-----" Ye Zi jumped up and pulled Ye Wenrou outside.
"what's going on?"
"I hinted to Chen Feng and the others to embarrass Fang Yan - I don't know how badly they have bullied Fang Yan now." Ye Zi said anxiously.
After hearing what Ye Zi said, Ye Wenrou didn't seem to be worried at all. Ye Zi still pulled her sleeves and hurried away, but she looked calm and said, "It's okay."
"They are a group of people----"
A slight smile appeared on Ye Wenrou's lips. She didn't believe that anyone could bully Fang Yan.
The two of them hurried and, led by the waiter, arrived at the Dielianhua box.
Just as I walked to the door of the box, I heard Fang Yan's voice coming through the wooden doors and windows.
"When the heart of a tree is placed in water, the one that sinks is called agarwood, also known as water-sinking; the one that is half-sinking is called stack incense; the one that does not sink is called yellow ripe incense. This is not my classification, it is recorded in the Compendium of Materia Medica----"
"The most precious agarwood is agarwood, which is also divided into different grades. The Japanese subdivide it into five grades, such as white agarwood, red agarwood, yellow agarwood, purple agarwood, black agarwood and many other names. Nowadays, agarwood is often not available even if you have money. It is said that the grade of agarwood is based on the comfort of the taste when it is tasted, and white agarwood is the highest. Of course, I have never tasted this kind of white agarwood. The most used and best one is purple agarwood-----"
"After the agarwood, there is red soil agarwood. The agarwood that grows in yellowish loess is called yellow soil agarwood, the agarwood that grows in reddish red soil is called red soil agarwood, and the agarwood that grows in brown-black soil is called black soil agarwood. The agarwood that is burning in the copper furnace now should be red soil agarwood. If I am not mistaken, it should be the rare red soil agarwood."
"Which place produces the best red soil agarwood?" someone asked. It can be heard that the person asking the question was very humble, and it seemed that he had accepted Fang Yan's identity as a pseudo-expert.
"The red soil agarwood from Phu Son, Vietnam is of the highest grade, just like the wine from Bordeaux, which has symbolic significance. When we drink outside, we feel that it is a red wine from Bordeaux, which is a grade higher than other wines. The grade of red soil agarwood is based on age. For example, the quality of the same piece of material buried in the soil for 100 years and 200 years is different, and the higher the value, the better. The longer it is buried in the soil, the soft woody parts will be eroded by the soil organic matter, and the remaining immortal essence will be eroded. Thus, an essential change occurs. The aroma becomes wood-free and stronger! After a long time, the surface will crack. This is what the industry calls carbonization. This kind of agarwood is the best and most valuable - it is difficult for us little people to see it, but it is not a rare item for everyone here."
After Fang Yan finished speaking, it was time for everyone present to ask questions.
"Mr. Fang, what do you think of soft silk agarwood?"
"Mr. Fang, do you have any valuable collections? Can you let us open our eyes----"
"Don't ask any more questions. Let Teacher Fang drink some water to moisten her throat-----"
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What's going on? It sounds different from what I imagined. Wasn't it agreed that these people would give Fang Yan a hard time? How come they all turned into crazy fans in a short while
"Knowledge crushes." Ye Wenrou smiled.
Ye Zi's expression was stiff. He looked at Ye Wenrou, then took the lead in pushing open the wooden door and walking in.
(PS: I will be returning to Haikou from Beijing tomorrow. I have to go back. I miss Xiao Yao and Liu Xiafan. I also want to write. Lao Liu is so popular. I have to attend all kinds of social events and eat and drink every day in Beijing. My face is getting bigger and bigger, I write less and less, and I am getting more and more tired. I want to be a handsome man who writes quietly.) (To be continued)