Yun Ya humbly lowered her eyes: "Aunt Xu, you’re joking. I am just rather fortunate and do not deserve such praise."
How can achievents like these be easily sumd up with the word ’fortunate’? All these people present have had to study diligently to make a na for themselves in their industry. Those who initially held contempt, seeing this girl’s graceful deanor, extraordinary conversation, and humble attitude, found their goodwill greatly increased. Furthermore, given that she is the confird daughter-in-law of Mr. Yan, who would dare to provoke trouble? Seeing Old Madam Zhuang’s affection towards her, it was clear she was very satisfied, making others even less willing to look down on her.
"Miss Ji is neither arrogant nor impatient, and treats others with humility, truly admirable." When speaking of her achievents in the industry, she is indeed worthy of respect. Those old-fashioned scholars from ancient tis are apt to look down on others, especially judging heroes by age. Their opinion of this girl has also softened with her attitude.
If this young lady were proud, they might go back and secretly write an article subtly criticizing her, leaving Yun Ya with grievances left unsaid. The Grand Scribe is particularly skilled at such things.
However, this girl never gave them the chance.
Old Madam Zhuang, hearing others praise Yun Ya, was overjoyed, even happier than if she herself had been praised.
"Grandmother, I composed a piece especially for your birthday, wishing you longevity and eternal happiness." The crowd then noticed Yan Ke entered with a violin on his back.
He opened the case, placed the violin on his shoulder, stood in the center of the living room, and tested the sound. The lodious music slowly began to flow.
The young boy stood straight, his features exquisitely unmatched, his eyes gently closed, imrsed in the world of music.
The cheerful and lively lody easily drew people in. A good musician can influence the audience’s emotions, sharing in their joys and sorrows; Yan Ke clearly achieved this.
Yun Ya looked at the entranced expressions of everyone and lowered her eyes with a smile.
Looking at the young boy standing in the center of the living room, seemingly radiating with a dazzling light, once just a little boy who would follow behind her calling her "Sister Yun Ya," he had grown up.
His brilliance was so outstanding that compared to his brother, he was not lacking at all.
It was just because Yan Song’s brilliance was so strong that it overshadowed his own radiance.
Yun Ya watched, gradually losing focus.
In his eyes, there was a shadow of Brother Yan. She couldn’t help but think, if Brother Yan were standing here, how wonderful would that be...
As the last note fell, Yan Ke gave a formal bow, smiling: "Grandmother, do you like it?"
Old Madam led the applause, "Yes, Grandmother loves it imnsely. Little Ke, you are truly talented, I am proud of you."
"Don’t I just inherit Grandmother’s genes?" Yan Ke said with a cheeky grin, shedding the elegance of playing the violin, he reverted to the lively teenager.
"Young Master Yan, to have such talent at a young age, his future is imasurable. Congratulations, Master Yan, on having a worthy successor." Xu Yun said with a smile.
"Indeed, Young Master Yan’s piece is so bright and cheerful, it’s not possible to create such without a solid foundation, truly impressive of the younger generation."
"Congratulations, Master Yan...."
Praises erupted all around.
Yan Ke’s eyebrows and eyes were filled with pride and spirit, he neither concealed his pride nor his modesty, truly in the pri of youth.
Yun Ya smiled: "Now it’s my turn."
Ah Yun brought in two boxes, Yun Ya opened the top box, took out a piece of calligraphy, and unfolded it: "I heard that Grandmother loves calligraphy, so I especially wrote this couplet in hopes that Grandmother won’t disdain it."
"How could I disdain such?" Old Madam patted her hand, and after seeing the calligraphy, she couldn’t help but be slightly astonished.
"The sixtieth year restarted, adding another cycle of ’San Qi’; The dual celebration of seventies, within lies another spring and autumn...." Zhuang Jingmo murmured softly.
The longevity couplet was superb, the calligraphy even more so.
Where it flowed freely, it was as if dragons soared through the skies; where it was subtle and low-key, it was like a delicate scene reflected on water, unrivaled in grace.
Unique in style, possessing utmost charm.
Among the guests were those who had so attainnt in calligraphy, who couldn’t help but step forward excitedly to admire it thoroughly, finding every character incredibly wondrous.
"This piece of calligraphy is extraordinary, worthy of being called a masterpiece."
Old Master Zhuang nodded with a smile, looking warmly at Yun Ya: "It’s rare for soone so young to have such skill, truly not easy."
"Miss Ji has remarkable talent and is admirable." Feeling rather humbled, those considering themselves calligraphy masters, realizing that beyond the mountains there’s always a higher mountain, beyond the people, always others greater. This young girl’s cultivation energy was truly impressive, nowadays the young ones are just too capable.
Old Madam Zhuang, seeing this, felt even more satisfied with Yun Ya, saying that a person’s writing mirrors the person. Her calligraphy was so expansive, indicating she was a girl with a trendous mindset, rare in both beauty and peace, with unrivaled talent. She even felt that being paired with Ah Song was a loss.
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