Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

"I had some contact with Mr. Lin four years ago. She is a person with great love."

Yan Yuqing fell into memories, her red lips opened and closed, and the lustrous luster had a beauty that captured the heart.

When she called Lin Mudan, she used the word "sir" to express her sincere admiration for him as a person.

"Mr. Lin has a son and a daughter. The eldest daughter is a master's student at Yanshan University of Foreign Languages. She went to the mountainous area four years ago to teach."

Yan Yuqing recalled the difficult conditions there, and couldn't help but feel the greatness of Lin Mudan and her daughter.

"They also donated money to two schools there, and I stayed there for more than two months and took Chinese classes for the children for a period of time."

She asked herself that she was not a cold-blooded person, but if she really wanted to be like Lin Mudan's daughter, it would be difficult to persevere for several years.

Jiang Ran looked at her, but his eyes fell into space, drifting into the distance with his thoughts.

It was the "Peony Primary School" in long-lasting memories, and it was also the light of salvation for many poor families in Qingyang City.

Over the past few decades, countless poor and impoverished Qingyang students have grown up in the cradle of Mudan Primary School and Mudan Middle School, and stepped out of the quagmire of suffering step by step.

Such a forest peony, with the sun-rising branch in his hand, was destined to be impossible for him to snatch it away with force.

That is turning your back on your ordinary mind and self.

"Grandmaster Jiang, Mr. Lin should be 56 years old this year. I wonder what she has in her hands that is worthy of being valued by a Huajin Grandmaster?"

"If you don't mind, I can go to Mr. Lin and ask for this thing."

Yan Yu is not grateful to Jiang Ran?no doubt.

Did she know that this sentence would seem too transgressive?Of course I know.

But if she doesn't care about anything, she can't do it.

Lin Mudan is a noble person, and Yan Yuqing does not want the benefactor who cured her father to have a bad relationship with her.

Jiang Ran understood her thoughts from his eyes and said in a leisurely tone: "I think you may have misunderstood something."

"I always act with a clear distinction between grudges and grievances. Although the things in her hands are important, I won't do anything cunning and plundering."

"Lin Mudan originally wanted to exchange this thing for money. I prepared a large amount of cash before coming to Yanshan just to make a deal with her."

Jiang Ran's original plan was to ask Qi Jingshan to explore Lin Mudan's background before going to see him to see how big the financial gap would be to capture Qiyangzhi.

After waiting for the Yan family, he had a new idea. Since Yan Chuan was here, why bother to go far away to find Qi Jingshan?

After all, no matter how much he branched out, the other party's surname was Lin. Old Man Qi had just taken care of the people of the Lin family manor, and then went to contact the other party, which seemed a bit impolite.

Yan Yuqing then said that she had been in contact with Lin Mudan for a while, and with this relationship, it would be smoother to talk about Yang Zhi.

"Master Jiang, let me take you to see Mr. Lin."

Yan Yuqing's brows were filled with excitement, her eyes became soothed, and she didn't feel that Jiang Ran was just perfunctory.

She herself knew that Lin Mudan sold various antiques, paintings and calligraphy by famous people, and most of the funds were used for charity. There is a high possibility of selling other things this time.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Yan Chuan listened for a long time and immediately turned into a headache after hearing this, "Qing'er is right."

"Mr. Jiang is not familiar with Yanshan's place of life. After all, Qing'er knows that Lin Mudan, so it's better to let her follow you."

His words were urgent, and he felt like he wanted Yan Yuqing to follow Jiang Ran every step of the way.

Jiang Ran didn't hesitate, and nodded slightly towards the girl in the red dress who captivated everyone, "See you at Yunshui Court at seven o'clock tomorrow morning."

Yan Yuqing smiled lightly, "Okay."

……

Yan Chuan woke up in the afternoon. By the time he saw Jiang Ran, it was already evening. When he left Yunshuiting and returned to Jingxin Residence, night was falling, and the lakeside villa was already lit with candles and lanterns.

He was sitting in the main hall with his legs crossed, wearing a printed cotton white T-shirt and a new pair of casual pants.

The whole person's face was filled with an expression of overjoyed, shaking his legs and dangling, and all he could say was "I am smiling proudly, I am smiling proudly".

Yan Chuan would never dress so casually on weekdays, but today his stubborn illness was cured and he has completely let himself go.

I stayed up late at night and just sat in the hall drinking tea, not knowing what was wrong.

"Yan Laoer, haven't you slept yet?"

Huo Ying's rough old voice shouted from a long distance away. As he got closer, his voice became clearer and clearer.

"Your father and I just went to see Grandmaster Jiang. We were kicked out without saying a few words. I stopped by to see you."

Yan Chuan, who was humming a tune with his legs crossed and shaking the tea cup, looked helpless when he heard Huo Ying's voice.

When the second sentence reached his ears, he immediately lowered his legs and resumed his usual sitting posture.

Huo Ying, who looked full of energy, pushed open the door first, followed closely by Yan Weiguo, who was slightly shorter, had a solemn expression, and was wearing a Song, brocade and Tang attire.

"Ouch!" Huo Ying exclaimed exaggeratedly when he saw Yan Chuan, who was dressed at least ten years younger.

"Yan Laoer, when did you buy this outfit? What is the pattern printed on the T-shirt...Two-dimensional?"

Yan Chuan looked down and slapped his forehead in embarrassment, forgetting all about it.

He would never buy this kind of clothes at all. This was what he ordered Ah Cheng to buy when he woke up in the afternoon and felt the tightness on his nerves disappearing while running around the Meditation House.

Although Naruto's berserk look on the clothes was very handsome, but when his father and Uncle Huo saw him, he was really a little bit social.

"Have you seen Lao Yan? This kid is in very good spirits. There is no need to worry at all."

Yan Weiguo stared blankly at the pattern on his youngest son's chest. He didn't understand Two-dimensional animation, but he understood Yan Chuan's heart that seemed to be tenacious but was actually stretched to the limit.

Until he saw the wanton and arrogant stamp, he was sure that Yan Chuan was not only getting better from his stubborn illness, but that his whole person was also exuding vitality.

The corners of his eyes trembled, and he didn't know what kind of willpower he had to use to restrain the urge to cry.

Yan Chuan saw his father, who had always been strict, staring at the pattern on his clothes as soon as he entered the door. The corners of his eyes were shaking, which was clearly a sign of suppressing anger. The man in his dozens of years was frightened and faltered.

"Dad, this...I..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, his mind went blank, and he couldn't think of any words to get through.

After a moment, Yan Chuan stood there with blank eyes, an expression on his face that he could do whatever he liked.

Unexpectedly, Yan Weiguo did not interrupt him with a frown. He just looked at himself carefully several times from head to toe, and then said in a low voice: "I heard from Qing'er that you just woke up and went around." Do you want to meditate and collapse on the ground from exhaustion?"

Yan Chuansheng nodded helplessly.

Yan Weiguo's hands behind his back were clenched and shaking wildly, and there was already a mist in his eyes.

"You are recovering from your illness, but you still have to guard against arrogance and impatience."

After saying this, he turned around and walked out, leaving only Yan Chuan behind.

"Also... try to wear this kind of clothes as little as possible."

Yan Chuan's eyes widened and he looked at Huo Ying with some confusion. The other party spread his hands and shrugged without saying a word.

He didn't blink for a long time. It was a miracle that Yan Weiguo didn't get furious just now.