Chapter 195 - Prince Huai’s Face

The Calligraphy Association was huge.

After registering in the main hall, the inside was divided into several halls.

In the corridor, there were parents with their children, and there were also people who looked wealthy and respectable.

Su Ji was wearing a cap and a mask, keeping a low profile.

She did not want to reveal her identity.

She was here to take a look and experience what the modern people referred to as a “Calligraphy Association”.

At the same time, she wanted to see if it could give her any inspiration for her next calligraphy class.

The door of the largest hall was tightly shut. Just as Su Ji was about to approach the door, two security guards politely blocked her way. “I’m sorry, miss. This hall has been reserved for today. You can go to the hall next door to watch the exchange.

Su Ji glanced at the crack of the door. “Alright.”

The hall next door was open and it was very lively inside. Half of the people were adults, while the other half were children.

Some were writing calligraphy, some were painting. There were two or three people standing around each table to watch and occasionally give comments.

Although they didn’t know each other, the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

At this moment, a few children’s laughter caught Su Ji’s attention.

“Hahahaha, the ink is spilled!”

“It’s a waste of effort!!”

Looking over, the little boy in the middle was especially cute. His face was fair and he was shy and timid.

It was Si Jingbin.

Su Ji had not seen him for some time.

A nanny stood beside Si Jingbin. She had a large school bag slung over her arm. “Go away, don’t laugh at the little young master!”

Si Jingbin had come to the Calligraphy Association in the morning and it took him more than two hours to finish this painting.

Just as he was about to finish drawing, he accidentally touched the ink bottle beside him.

As a result, a pool of ink was spilled in the middle of the painting, and it spread to the side as well.

Although he was laughing at his friend for being chased away, Si Jingbin sniffed and was obviously on the verge of tears.

Just as Su Ji was about to step forward, a man walked up to Si Jingbin before her.

The man took the paintbrush from Si Jingbin’s hand with a smile on his face. With one hand behind his back, he drew a few strokes on Si Jingbin’s ruined painting.

Si Jingbin’s beautiful eyes widened little by little.

He watched as the pool of ink slowly turned into the shape of a mountain.

When that person finished drawing, Si Jingbin couldn’t help but clap his hands. “You’re amazing!”

Bian Tong laughed. To a child who was twenty years younger than him, his choice of words was rather modest. “You flatter me.”

Si Jingbin spread open this painting with his small hands and raised it high to admire it.

However, as he looked at it, his faint brows furrowed again.

He placed the painting back on the table and pointed at the black spots on the side. “These are ugly!”

Bian Tong furrowed his brows, as if he had not thought of how to change these dots.

A second later, Su Ji took the pen again and wrote a poem on the spot where the dots were.

Every dot was covered by a word.

This time, the ink turned into a mountain, and the dotted part was covered with words.

It was originally a child’s immature painting, but it instantly became a masterpiece.

The children who had laughed at him before were now biting their fingers and looking at him in a daze.

The nanny beside widened her eyes.

No wonder Mr. Si asked her to bring the young master here.

There were so many cultured people in this place!

Si Jingbin looked up and was about to thank the lady, but he recognized Su Ji through the hat and mask. “It’s you, beautiful lady!”

He was so happy that he raised his arms and hugged Su Ji!

Bian Tong was tall, so he could only see the hat on Su Ji’s head from this angle.

However, he could still recognize Su Ji from the bracelet on her wrist.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Ms. Su?”

Su Ji looked at him and lifted the brim of her hat slightly. She greeted him in a gentlemanly manner, “Mr. Luo.”

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Bian Tong was still in China because of Ning Lihua’s case, but the case had already been closed. He had a lot of free time, and went around every day, taking on a few jade carving jobs.

Si Jingbin hugged Su Ji and she patted his head.

Si Jingbin’s small lips were a faint pinkish-purple color, a sign of a weak heart.

Su Ji asked the nanny behind him, “do you have the all-purpose medicine that I gave you?”

The nanny did not recognize Su Ji, but she knew that the young master knew her. She replied respectfully, “I have it with me wherever I go. Don’t worry, miss.”

This was the new nanny that Si Ke had hired.

Including the nanny who had been injured in the car accident, this was the third one they hired.

Si Ke was especially concerned about Si Jingbin’s health and was very picky about the nanny. If she did anything wrong, she would be fired.

Su Ji nodded and touched Si Jingbin’s small face.

Bian Tong and Su Ji accompanied Si Jingbin for a while.

Although Si Jingbin didn’t know Bian Tong, he liked him because he had just helped him.

Su Ji looked at the hall next door and happened to see a woman looking in their direction.

She looked friendly and seemed to know what’s happening, so Su Ji asked her, “excuse me, who booked the largest hall next door? ”

“It’s been booked by a group of rich old ladies from our Calligraphy Association. They are all old ladies from the wealthy families in our city. They never hang out with us, so we can’t even think about joining their group. I heard that there’s a new member in their group today. They’re holding a welcome party for her!”

To these rich people, the Calligraphy Association’s exchange was also a social gathering for the rich.

These old ladies had money and time, so they liked to do these things.

However, Su Ji was allergic to old ladies, so she lost interest when she heard that.

After staying for a while, Su Ji realized that Bian Tong was very familiar with the styles of calligraphy and painting of each dynasty.

Just as Pan Lian had said, Bian Tong was an extremely knowledgeable person.

Su Ji had always been curious about a question. Since she had bumped into him today, she wanted to ask him, “Mr. Luo, you seem to know the history of the Shang Dynasty very well. You also know about Prince Huai and his lover. Then, do you know what he looked like?”

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She was really curious!

Prince Huai was the most beautiful man in history, even in the Shang Dynasty. That was why he would wear a mask on every battlefield.

Bian Tong’s lips curved into a deep smile. “Of course!”

Su Ji immediately stuffed the brush into his hands, her eyes bright. “Then, can you draw it for me?”

The corner of Bian Tong’s mouth twitched, and his arrogance disappeared in an instant. “Ms. Su, I…can’t draw.”

“You do, I saw the mountain you drew for Binbin just now. It was so vivid and realistic.”

“…”

Who asked him to show off!

“But I don’t have paper…”

Si Jingbin added, “I have a lot of them!”

“…”

Bian Tong looked at thepaper that was spread out in front of him, but he was frozen.

How was he supposed to draw this?