After getting the Hanfu look ready, Xu Lin took Shang Wanjun to wander around the event site.
The event was crowded, comparable to a dium-to-large ani convention.
There were various Hanfu-clad girls everywhere, but Shang Wanjun was still the most dazzling.
"I feel a bit uncomfortable."
Shang Wanjun reached out and poked Xu Lin’s arm with her index finger.
"Why does it feel uncomfortable?"
Xu Lin turned to look at her.
"It’s just that it feels like a lot of people are looking at ."
"Isn’t it normal for a lot of people to look at you?"
Shang Wanjun was stunning today. She was usually naturally beautiful, but not as exceptionally so as when she dressed up in Hanfu today, becoming the most eye-catching and charismatic Hanfu girl here.
Perhaps her usual attire had made people accustod to her looks, even for a great beauty.
But now that this great beauty had put on Hanfu, she stood out uniquely.
And although she usually appeared gracefully in high heels, Shang Wanjun was actually only twenty-two. At this age, girls are still between girlhood and maturity; the naivety hasn’t fully faded away. She is just four years older than Xu Lin, who is eighteen. At the undergraduate stage, twenty-two or twenty-three is the normal age for graduation.
Because there were too many people paying attention today, even the usual carefree Shang Wanjun felt a bit unaccustod.
At least for the mont, she was sowhat unaccustod.
"Let take a breather!"
Shang Wanjun said.
"Hello, miss. I saw you over there, and I feel you look particularly beautiful in Hanfu. Could I take so photos?"
At this mont, a man with a cara approached and stated, "I an no harm."
Shang Wanjun shook her head, too lazy to even speak.
"Ahem, I an no harm. I just want to take a set of photos for you,"
the man continued, unwilling to give up.
"Didn’t I say I don’t want to take photos?"
Xu Lin said flatly, "If you keep insisting, I’m going to get angry."
Although Xu Lin was only eighteen, his height was notable, and he was fit. While it wasn’t obvious with clothes on, his overall physique was quite good. Standing there, he wasn’t the kind of frail boy one would dismiss casually; most people had to be courteous to him.
"Ahem, sorry, man..."
The photographer apologized, reluctantly leaving.
Along the way, similar photography requests weren’t few, with eight people approaching successively.
After all, Shang Wanjun was too stunning today. Among the many Hanfu girls, she stood out the most.
"These photographers are quite off-putting,"
Shang Wanjun scoffed slightly.
Xu Lin didn’t say anything.
Photographers are among the groups that get to bed the most won because they often interact with female groups. There will always be so who are promiscuous.
Later, the two of them wandered for a bit, and Shang Wanjun stopped at a place featuring couplet riddles.
"Xu Lin, can you do these couplets?"
Shang Wanjun turned her head.
Xu Lin glanced at the couplets, but none of them were familiar to him.
"Teacher, this is my blind spot,"
he admitted honestly.
Shang Wanjun pointed to one of the upper lines: "The painting features a lotus and the monk paints."
"This is a famous upper line by Ming Dynasty talent Tang Bohu for a monk’s painting. It reads the sa forwards and backwards."
Xu Lin read it and found it to be true.
Shang Wanjun continued, "Many people have matched this upper line, the most famous being by a Qing Dynasty figure nad Li Diaoyuan: ’A book faces the Han script, a scholar writes.’
As Shang Wanjun spoke, she typed on her phone for Xu Lin to see.
Xu Lin nodded.
Then Shang Wanjun continued to explain other couplets to Xu Lin.
"’The sky acts as a chessboard and stars as pawns,’ is a very famous couplet from the Ming Dynasty, written by one of the three great talents of the Ming Dynasty, Jie Jin. The lower line is ’The ground makes a pipa and the path is the strings’, the overall atmosphere is grandiose."
Throughout the way, Shang Wanjun explained several couplets to Xu Lin, all of which were rather famous. As for the ordinary ones posed as riddles, Shang Wanjun couldn’t be bothered to ntion them.
Of course, as for riddle-solving, it’s just like that. Now with the internet being so advanced, many people search for couplets online, which has already lost the joy of solving couplets. A quick search on the phone reveals everything.
Later, Xu Lin and Shang Wanjun ca to a place for writing, where they had the Four Treasures of the Study. By paying, you could practice writing there.
"I want to practice writing!"
Shang Wanjun said.
Xu Lin paid for her.
It wasn’t expensive, just a few dozen bucks.
"Xu Lin, what would you like to write?"
Shang Wanjun picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, yet hadn’t decided what to write.
"Teacher, you should write so poetry!"
Xu Lin didn’t know what to write either, asking him was pointless!
"Let think..."
Shang Wanjun pondered and glanced at Xu Lin. At that mont, the wind blew, the morning wind, ssing up Xu Lin’s hair.
Xu Lin was actually very handso, with facial lines that were rugged yet had a touch of femininity, which made his face look perfectly harmonious, neither too rugged nor too effeminate.
"When I was young, the wind was thin. Riding a horse leaning against a tilted bridge, full of sleeves red invitations.’
When I was young and dashing, handso and suave, riding a fine horse passing by, all the won in the building swooned at my charm.
Xu Lin had studied classical text translation, so he knew what this line ant.
He just didn’t know whose work it was.
Shang Wanjun said, "It’s the Tang Dynasty’s Wei Zhuang ’Bodhisattva Man’, hoping you achieve sothing in the future!"
Xu Lin smiled and said nothing.
Shang Wanjun continued writing while reciting: "Zong was an elegant beautiful youth, raising a toast with white eyes seeing the blue sky, as bright as a jade tree facing the wind!"
Shang Wanjun’s writing was beautiful; she must have practiced calligraphy specifically, and her writing was very imposing.
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