Ouyang Lan impatiently said, "You’re seventy or eighty years old, why are you still putting on this act? I’ve told you a hundred tis, Lao Wen is like a brother to , both a father figure and a respected teacher."
Hearing their words and seeing their expressions, Feng Qingxue blinked and felt there was an untold story hidden within.
So, she glanced at Professor Xie.
Although the dical world and the Calligraphy and Painting World are not in the sa small circle, Professor Xie clearly understood the relationship between Wen Ruyu and Ouyang Lan as a couple.
Professor Xie, surprisingly, understood the question in Feng Qingxue’s eyes and said with amusent, "Mr. Ouyang was once arranged to marry your teacher before they were even born, and Lao Tang has been jealous all his life."
"What? An arranged marriage before birth?" Wasn’t this too shocking? Feng Qingxue couldn’t imagine such a past, "And they didn’t fulfill the engagent?"
"Of course not. If they had, there would be no part for Lao Tang." Ouyang Lan couldn’t help but laugh, "Back in our youth, we were passionate and rebellious, opposing arranged marriages dictated by our parents, rejecting the feudal remnants that hard won’s bodies like binding the chest and feet, and pursuing freedom and equality. Although my parents died early, and I lived with the Wen Family, spending days studying with Lao Wen, we never saw each other as soulmates, so we ended the engagent peacefully."
"I never expected that you were a progressive person. And then you t Mr. Tang Song? Ford a marriage that beca today’s great story," Feng Qingxue eagerly asked, as she especially liked hearing old stories to broaden her knowledge.
Ouyang Lan smiled and nodded, "Of course, Lao Tang was even introduced to by Lao Wen! Although we rebelled against arranged marriages, we were very moral and didn’t pursue romance or marriage with others during the engagent."
Feng Qingxue gave a thumbs-up.
Honestly speaking, their era was a tumultuous ti, not just because of the chaos of war but also due to the clash of new and old cultures, producing many progressive figures who drove history forward yet had moral flaws that made them controversial.
The reason they had flaws was simply that they couldn’t, like Wen Ruyu and Ouyang Lan, progress while maintaining their moral integrity.
"It’s been more than half a century, so why talk about this!" Tang Song quickly changed the subject, "Qingxue, even if you bring up Lao Wen, we can’t take advantage of you, we most definitely can’t, lest Lao Wen accuses us of bullying the younger generation after returning to Beijing. Don’t be fooled by that old man’s great painting skills and fa; he’s actually very particular about his advantage."
"Teacher is good, you shouldn’t speak of him like that." Feng Qingxue was displeased.
"Good my foot!" Tang Song blurted out, "Lao Xie can testify, I entrusted him to make a painting for , and he said he’d charge by size. I agreed and wanted a large one, but the work he produced nearly made a laughingstock in the industry!"
"What did he paint?" Feng Qingxue was very curious.
Tang Song snorted twice, "He painted a kite with a broken string, and that line went right from the top left corner to the bottom right corner, with the kite being just a black dot, and not a single person flying it in sight!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Qingxue couldn’t help but laugh aloud and cover her mouth.
"Really like the teacher’s personality."
"The worst part is that the old man charged based on the size of the paper!" Even after decades, when Tang Song brought it up, he still gnashed his teeth.
Feng Qingxue glanced at the ti, "When teacher returns to Beijing, you can settle it with him, but I need to take my leave first."
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