Longevity, starting from traveling and telling stories

Chapter 28: Feelings (Seeking Investment)

After entering the private room, Li Xianglian gently closed the door, then bowed politely and said, "Mr. Ye, Xianglian apologizes for my rudeness yesterday."

"No problem." Ye Beixuan responded softly. Yeah! This is Li Xianglian. The slightly charming Li Xianglian with resentful eyes last night was another Li Xianglian.

"Mr. Ye, you said you needed a few days' rest, which is reasonable, but do you have any new stories prepared?"

Preparing a new story? Even preparing for it? It's a piece of cake.

Ye Beixuan frowned slightly. She was afraid that she had other intentions. After thinking for a moment, he responded, "Not yet, but I will do my best not to ruin the reputation of Hongxiu Pavilion. Does the Pavilion Master have any other instructions?"

Li Xianglian bit her red lips lightly, and her bright and tempting lips were slightly sunken, as if she was suppressing some difficult words.

The atmosphere became a little awkward, but Li Xianglian couldn't help herself and whispered softly, "Could you please draw a picture for me, sir?"

Painting? First music, then painting! Ye Beixuan was helpless, but he still needed Hongxiu Pavilion right now, so forget it! Just paint one by one! Anyway, there is a divine touch.

Seeing Ye Beixuan silent and lost in thought, Li Xianglian thought he was thinking of rejecting her, so she hurriedly said, "Sir, if you agree to Xianglian, you can get an extra two cents on the money you earn from storytelling, making it 73%."

Hmm? Silence is golden indeed! He hadn't even spoken yet, yet he had such an unexpected gain. Ye Beixuan was extremely satisfied. He would definitely be more serious when negotiating terms in the future.

He took a long breath and said slowly, "In that case, I apologize for the humiliation I've shown you."

“Paper, ink.”

Upon hearing this, Li Xianglian quickly spread out the rice paper on the table and whispered, "Xianglian is here to grind the ink for you, sir." After that, her slender jade fingers began to grind the ink, her movements were gentle and regular.

Ye Beixuan walked to the table, gently rolled up the sleeves of his blue shirt, reached out to take out the magic brush, and gently dipped it in the ink ground by Li Xianglian.

He held the brush on the rice paper, paused for a moment, closed his eyes, and sketched out Li Xianglian's shy and resentful expression yesterday in his mind.

Suddenly, his wrist shook slightly, the tip of the brush fell, the ink spread on the paper, and soon the outline of a graceful woman emerged.

Li Xianglian watched intently from the side. As the face in the painting gradually emerged, her eyes were full of shock and her mouth opened slightly.

I thought to myself, he, he, he actually drew me? Or was it me from yesterday?
Her eyes were gradually filled with confusion, and her heart began to beat faster involuntarily.

A seed in my heart is sprouting and taking root madly. At this moment, under the influence of the charm of this painting, it is growing faster and faster, like a vine that is entwined in my heart.

a long time.

The painting was finished, and Ye Beixuan leaned back slightly, contemplating for a moment. He dipped the brush in ink again and wrote on the blank space of the scroll: "There is no way to get rid of this feeling. It has just left my brow, but it is still on my mind."

"Huh" After finishing everything, Ye Beixuan took a deep breath and looked at his work carefully. It was indeed full of charm. For some reason, Ye Beixuan just thought in his heart that her expression yesterday was particularly suitable for being added with Li Qingzhao's poems.

"Master Li, are you satisfied?" Ye Beixuan put away the magic pen and said with a bow.

If she is still not satisfied with this, then she is looking for trouble.

Li Xianglian swayed her waist and slowly approached the calligraphy, her starry eyes filled with shock and joy.

Looking at her own appearance in the painting, which seemed to be infused with a soul, her heart was like a stone dropped into a calm lake, causing ripples to spread out.

Every stroke of this painting is like the trace left quietly by Ye Beixuan in the depths of her heart.

She opened her lips and whispered, her voice like drizzle, making people feel like cat's claws: "Mr. Ye's painting is a stroke of genius. It is as if Xianglian herself is in the painting, so vivid that Xianglian is overjoyed." After she finished speaking, she lowered her head slightly to hide her panic. A touch of blush quietly climbed up her face, making her more shy and charming.

Why could he disturb my heart so easily? From the first time I saw him, his figure has been lingering in my mind.

"Thank you for the compliment, Pavilion Master." Ye Beixuan bowed and said, "In that case, I will take my leave first. Please say hello to them. I will write a new story in a few days."

"Mr. Ye, Xianglian can ask you one last question, okay?" Seeing Ye Beixuan was about to leave, Li Xianglian's thoughts were quickly pulled back and she mustered up the courage to speak.

Ye Beixuan stopped, slightly startled, and said, "Pavilion Master, please ask."

Li Xianglian took a deep breath, relaxed her chest, and spoke slowly, her tone gentle, "If Mr. Ye were Li Xunhuan, would he betray Lin Shiyin?"

After she finished speaking, her beautiful eyes lit up, and her eyes were filled with expectation, expecting him to give her the answer she wanted.

Let down Lin Shiyin? If he were Li Xunhuan, his son would have been out on the streets long ago.

Ye Beixuan did not say anything. Li Xianglian's eyes gradually dimmed, and her heart was filled with loss and melancholy.

Was my question too abrupt? Or was it that he simply didn't have any feelings for men and women in his mind, so he didn't want to respond?

Li Xianglian's thoughts were swirling, as if she were stuck in a dead end. The tangled web of thoughts and suppressed emotions entangled her like a cocoon, tangling ever tighter and tighter.

"No." These two simple words were like a bright light that broke through the darkness, bringing Li Xianglian back to her senses.

She was suddenly ecstatic, and the tangled emotions that had been tangled together instantly melted away.

"Xianglian understands. After Mr. Ye has rested for a few days, you must not neglect the editing. Xianglian is still waiting for the ending of Mr. Ye's Peach Blossom Fan!" Li Xianglian's voice was as clear and melodious as a nightingale out of the valley.

"In that case, I, Ye, will take my leave." Ye Beixuan bowed again and turned to leave.

As he stepped into the door, he took a deep breath. He had finally repaid the beauty's kindness. It was true that it was the most difficult to repay the beauty's kindness.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, Ye Beixuan was about to go home when he ran into Hou Fangting who was walking towards him. He had a blank expression on his face and looked like he was worried about something.

"Brother Hou." Ye Beixuan greeted him softly and bowed, "Come to see the Pavilion Master?"

Hou Fangting seemed to be pulled back to his thoughts and quickly responded, "Ah! Um, Brother Ye! I came to ask Pavilion Master Li for some advice on music theory and painting!"

Normally, Fang Ting often came here to find Li Xianglian to ask her questions, and Ye Beixuan never found it strange.

"In that case, I will not disturb Brother Hou's leisurely time."

His mind is now full of how to deal with the female ghost. He can help her find her in the next few days. If there is still no news, she can't blame herself.

After all, even the City God couldn't be found. I think her family might have moved away and are no longer in Yunfu County.

"please."

A voice brought Ye Beixuan back to his senses. He bowed and said, "See you later."

Hou Fangting also bowed, watched Ye Beixuan leave with his hands behind his back, then turned and walked towards Li Xianglian's private room.

(End of this chapter)