Yanyan Is 18 Years Old

Zheng Wenbing was in a very bad mood. It was bad before he came here, but after listening to Professor Lin's appraisal results, it was even worse.

The painting was left on the table. He did not even want to take it.

"Actually, it doesn't matter. This painting looks like it. I still like it very much," Song Yuchen comforted him.

"I'm sorry, Yuchen. I was careless this time. Next time, next time, I will definitely get you an authentic painting," Zheng Wenbing promised.

Song Yuchen smiled gently. "It doesn't matter. I like paintings. They don't have to be authentic ones. An authentic painting is good, but there's no need to force it."

Professor Lin nodded at the side. With a gentle smile, he said, "That's right. Yuchen has a good mentality. She's the kind of person who really likes painting. Speaking of which, I recently obtained an ancient painting. Are you interested in seeing it, Yuchen?"

"Ah? Sure!" Song Yuchen was, of course, interested in paintings.

Professor Lin opened the door of an inner room. After the door was pushed open, it was very spacious inside.

There was no special decoration.

There were only white walls and bright lights.

On the innermost wall, there was a black cloth hanging.

In front of the black cloth, there was an incense table. Sandalwood incense was smoked on the table, and a faint fragrance curled up.

Professor Lin explained, "A lot of times, I will sit here and meditate. As I get older, I have a new perspective on traditional things."

"In what way?" Song Yuchen asked curiously.

Professor Lin smiled and did not answer. He pulled a rope beside the wall and saw that the black cloth was closed.

Behind it was a two-foot-square painting.

This painting was mottled and ancient. It was quite broken and had traces of time.

On it was written 'White Crane Longevity Picture'. There were four big words. The words were vigorous and powerful. They were written in imperial script.

However, the strange thing was that the White Crane Longevity Picture was not seen.

There was only a simple ink mark that outlined a simple line-shaped graffiti.

At first glance, it looked like the word '之'.

"Let's take a look first," Professor Lin gestured.

Zheng Wenbing had always been impetuous. Now that he saw this painting that did not look like a painting, he could not help but laugh and ask, "Professor Lin, is this really an ancient painting?"

Professor Lin smiled slightly and did not answer. Instead, he asked, "Wenbing, what did you see?"

"What can I see? The White Crane Longevity Painting does not have a white crane. Although I studied oil painting, I really can't appreciate such a Chinese style," Zheng Wenbing said.

Professor Lin nodded slightly and turned to ask Song Yuchen, "Then, can you see anything?"

Song Yuchen stared at the painting for a long time before saying, "I... don't seem to see anything. However, this painting gives me a strange feeling."

"Oh? What's strange about it?"

"Although this White Crane Longevity Painting doesn't see white cranes, it gives people the feeling that there are white cranes, or even a flock of cranes. But when you look closely, there is still nothing. This painting is really a little strange," Song Yuchen said.

Professor Lin pondered for a moment and nodded slightly. "Yuchen is indeed a person who loves painting."

"Professor Lin, could there be some mystery behind this painting?" Zheng Wenbing did not see anything.

Professor Lin smiled and said, "It can't be called a mystery. It's just that there have been many schools of painting since ancient times. Something like this, perhaps it's an unknown and mysterious school of painting. Unfortunately, there aren't many such works left. I'm afraid that they have already been destroyed in the long river of history."

"But I really can't see anything," Zheng Wenbing said.

"Wenbing, you're very honest. However, this isn't strange. You're learning Western painting. Your field of expertise isn't here, so it's quite normal that you can't see it. From a different perspective, if Yuchen were to appreciate an impressionist painting, she probably wouldn't be able to see the charm in it either. This is called having different strengths," Professor Lin said with a smile.

...

At 5:30 pm, high school ended.

Today, all the members of Science Class 2 were invited. At this moment, they all boarded the shuttle bus and headed to the largest entertainment hotel in Mingyang City -- Phoenix Restaurant.

Chen Jing actually didn't really like such an occasion, but since he had agreed, he wouldn't miss the appointment.

Today, Lu Yanyan was dressed very beautifully. She was like a moon surrounded by stars, becoming the center of attention.

She did not feel nervous at all on such an occasion. On the contrary, she was very familiar with it.

This was probably the difference between the second generation of the rich and others.

For people like Lu Yanyan, such an occasion was almost every year.

If it were an ordinary person, it would probably not happen more than a few times in their lifetime.

Many students on such an occasion were both envious and self-abased.

In comparison, no matter how much they wanted to deny it, it would still have some impact.

However, Chen Jing did not have this kind of self-abasement because he could be considered a rich man now.

However, even if this was in the past, he would not. It was because he really did not attach much importance to money.

If he valued money, with his ability to see the accuracy, he could have hit the jackpot for the lottery many times. Or he could bet heavily and break the 100 million mark in one go.

Winning the lottery was legitimate income anyway. Even if someone found out, they would at most say that you were lucky.

But he had never thought of it this way because he was also afraid that these things that were too easy to obtain would make him lose himself and lose his original self.

"Today, I also basked in Yanyan's glory and came to such a high-end place to enjoy myself. I've never been here before, right?"

Just as Chen Jing was eating by the side, the annoying vice class monitor, Jiang Wenxuan, came again.

Perhaps it was because he had lost 4,000 yuan to Chen Jing yesterday, but he was still brooding over it to this day.

So, when he saw an opportunity, he prepared to come over and poke Chen Jing a few times. He wanted to strike down others and be happy with himself.

"Does Vice Class Monitor Jiang come here often?" Chen Jing replied.

"Of course. However, this kind of place is just so-so. It's nothing much," Jiang Wenxuan said with a look of superiority.

After a while, Lu Yanyan suddenly came over and raised her red wine glass.

"Chen Jing, Vice Class Monitor, let's have a drink too. It's my birthday today. Father said that I can drink a little from today onwards," Lu Yanyan said with a bright smile

Chen Jing also smiled when he heard this. From today onwards?

Drink a little?

But in the past, during the winter and summer class gatherings, it was Lu Yanyan who drank too much.

"Come, this is good wine. Chen Jing, I reckon that you won't be able to drink it normally." Jiang Wenxuan picked up a glass of wine from the side.

Chen Jing also picked up a glass. "Actually, I don't really like red wine."

"Hehe, that's because you don't know about wine. Do you know how expensive this wine is?" Jiang Wenxuan chuckled.

Lu Yanyan suddenly pouted and said to him, "Jiang Wenxuan, why do you always say things with sarcasm?"

Jiang Wenxuan laughed and said, "It's just the truth."

Chen Jing also chuckled. He only sniffed lightly and then said with his eyes slightly closed, "Actually, it's not really good wine. But in China, it's considered pretty good."

"Hehe. Come on. Don't talk to yourself. Do you know what kind of wine this is? Have you drunk it before?"

Jiang Wenxuan held back his laughter. He thought to himself, 'You're good at test papers, but are you also good at wine?'