You could never wake up a person who pretended to be asleep, and you could never defeat a thick-skinned person.
After Fang Yan sat down, everyone's eyes were fixed on him. No one was familiar with him, and they didn't know what to say when they met him for the first time. They could only look at each other in awkward silence.
Fang Yan looked indifferent. He picked up the teacup in front of him and carefully tasted the high-quality Da Hong Pao tea. Anyway, he was just an accompanying guest, an inconspicuous but important green leaf beside Ye Wen and Ye Wen Rou — this was his position in his heart.
Chen Feng was Ye's pursuer and the organizer of this party. Although he didn't like Fang Yan, he also knew that since this person was brought here by Ye, he was naturally valued by Ye. If he had a close relationship with Ye — thinking that he might have a close relationship with Ye, Chen Feng didn't have a good impression of Fang Yan.
Brother-in-law? Brother-in-law? So what?
How did that sentence come about? Wasn't a sister-in-law the intimate little cotton-padded jacket of a brother-in-law?
However, he still had to put on a good show. Chen Feng looked at Fang Yan and asked with a smile, "Sir, what's your name?"
"Fang," Fang Yan said with a smile.
"Oh. Mr. Fang — are you really Ye's brother-in-law? "
"Yes." Fang Yan nodded with absolute certainty. Ye's sister was Ye Wen Rou. If he wasn't her brother-in-law, who else could be her brother-in-law?
"I've long heard from Ye that she has a beautiful sister who is as beautiful as a fairy, but we haven't had the chance to meet her — this time she said she would bring her sister to Yan Jing for a trip, so we wanted to do our duty as hosts." Chen Feng had a square face and looked a little serious when he wasn't smiling. But when he smiled, he looked kind and honest. From his face, he didn't look like a treacherous person. He pointed to the two young men who were also wearing long robes sitting opposite him and said with a smile, "Zhang Quan and Li Weiguo wanted to perform well tonight, and maybe they would have a chance to win the beauty's heart — but they didn't expect that the beauty already has a boyfriend. Speaking of which, it really makes me sigh. "
Li Weiguo had a delicate face and looked gentle. He was drinking tea with a teacup in his hand. After hearing Chen Feng's words, he pretended to be angry and retorted, "Chen Feng, your words are biased — in this room, only Zhang Quan and I want to win the beauty's heart? Before Ye and the others came, who was the one who wanted to perform well? "
Chen Feng laughed and said, "Didn't you say you two were the loudest? Chen Chen Feng and said, "Are you?"
Li Weiguo looked at Fang Yan and asked, "What do you do, Mr. Fang?"
Fang Yan thought for a bit, then said: "I used to be a teacher — —"
"Heh …" Li Weiguo grinned and said, "So it's teacher. It's a good job, the future of our country is in your hands — "
Li Weiguo said, "This job is good," but the contempt in his eyes was not concealed. No matter how much they wanted their children to hide their strengths and bide their time, they would not let them become teachers. Those without talent could not do it, and those with talent would not want to be trapped in a three-foot platform.
Therefore, from Fang Yan's profession, it could be concluded that this guy had no background or money —
Since Fang Yan's identity had been classified, the people at the scene talked freely and unscrupulously.
"Mr. Fang, is this your first time here?" Zhang Quan asked with a smile. It was said that Fatso had a lot of tricks. Although Fatso smiled innocently, his hidden shrewdness could still be seen through his flickering eyes.
"This is my first time." Fang Yan nodded frankly and said to the people present with a proud look, "If it wasn't for your invitation, I wouldn't have known there was such a good place in Yan Jing —"
"Most of the buildings here are in the style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Although there are some changes, it doesn't affect the overall atmosphere here. This place is different from other clubs. We don't drink or sing, and we don't ask for hostesses. Everyone bathes in incense and gathers. There are also poetry gatherings where some eminent monks and famous scholars are invited to give lectures. Of course, this is only possible if you are lucky enough to meet them, "Chen Feng explained with a smile.
"There are exceptions," Zhang Quan said with a teacup in his hand. "If you are a member of the elegant club, you can receive an invitation in advance — Mr. Fang, do you want to apply for a membership card here? The price is not expensive. It only costs more than 300,000 yuan a year. Chen Feng and Mr. Zhong of the elegant club are old friends. If he helps you to greet them, you can get a discount — "
Fang Yan waved his hand and said, "Thank you for your kindness. I rarely use incense. It's fine to feel it occasionally — "
You don't want to apply for a membership card? Of course, you don't have money.
Feeling it occasionally is fine? That's shamelessly asking for incense.
For parties like theirs, sometimes they bought the incense from the club, and sometimes they brought it for themselves. A freeloader like Fang Yan was looked down upon by others.
Of course, because of the relationship between Fang Yan and Ye, they naturally wouldn't attack Fang Yan for being poor. How could they talk about money? If they talked about money, they would appear to have no quality and style — but they could attack Fang Yan for being uncultured. They wanted to use their profound knowledge to conquer Fang Yan. They wanted him to clearly understand the gap between them and himself. They wanted him to be ashamed of himself and to not show his face.
So, Li Weiguo suppressed his excitement and asked a very stupid question, "Mr. Fang, did you use incense before?"
Fang Yan held the teacup and carefully looked at Li Weiguo's expression. It seemed that he was thinking about something very important. After a long time, he nodded and said, "I used incense."
"That's great." Li Weiguo applauded and laughed, saying, "I didn't expect to meet a kindred spirit today —"
Li Weiguo pointed to the copper incense burner in the middle of the table that was emitting pale white smoke and asked, "Mr. Fang, do you know what incense is burning in this burner?"
Ye and Ye Rou also changed into wide robes with big sleeves. Ye Rou chose plain white. White and black were her favorite colors. Ye chose cyan, like the weeds in spring, looking full of youth and very bright and lovely.
Ye looked at Ye Rou in the white robe and couldn't help but praise her, saying, "Sister, you look so beautiful in the Han costume, just like a fairy —"
Ye Rou smiled silently. She was very fond of her sister. She touched her sister's hair and said, "How can there be a fairy in the world?"
"You are." Yezi said proudly, "I heard from my father that if you succeed this time, you will become a fairy. Sister, although I don't know what the Way of Heaven is, it must be something great to make my father and my uncles so excited. You have always been the most powerful. Not only in our Ye family, but also in Swallow Dock. You are very powerful in the whole Hua Xia — "
Ye Rou thought for a moment and said, "Fang Yan is also very powerful —"
"Sister —" Ye Rou complained. "Do you like to speak up for him so much? How is he powerful? How can he be compared with you? "
"He is really powerful." Ye Rou pulled Ye Rou to sit down on the rattan chair and said seriously, "Do you know he has the Heart of Tai Chi?"
"Yes." Ye Rou nodded. "So what? Didn't you still beat him black and blue like a pig? "
Yes, this was Ye Rou's understanding of Fang Yan. Not only Ye Rou, but many others also thought that Fang Yan's kung fu was just so-so —
The Heart of Tai Chi? The name sounded powerful, but he was still beaten black and blue by Ye Rou.
In this way, it proved that the Heart of Tai Chi was actually a fake product, which was deliberately mystifying by the Fangs —
However, they had never seriously thought that Fang Yan's opponent was Ye Rou, who was known as the once-in-a-century genius of Swallow Dock — Because Ye Rou was so powerful, it seemed that Fang Yan was not powerful at all.
"He is better than me." Ye Rou said softly. She was not used to talking to people loudly. Even the people closest to her talked to her in a flat and expressionless manner. However, this was her unique style. A kind of domineering and cold personality. "Tai Chi has a heart. This is the consensus of all the people in the inner Jianghu who practice Tai Chi hard. Think about it, how many people learn Tai Chi? There must be hundreds of thousands of people in the world, right? But think about it again, how many people among hundreds of thousands of people understand the Heart of Tai Chi? And at Fang Yan's age — how many of them are there? "
Ye Rou widened her eyes and said, "So powerful? But — "
"I know. You want to say that he was defeated by me every time we competed, and he even ran away. It was really shameful. " Ye Rou rarely interrupted others and said, "Tai Chi is about letting nature take its course and follow the heart — But what was Fang Yan's heart? At that time, he couldn't find his heart at all, but I know that his heart was not as simple as defeating me. What was the point of defeating me? What was the point of defeating a woman? Just like Bai Xiu was always unwilling to fight with me, Fang Yan also thought that it was not necessary to fight with a woman until both of them were defeated — "
"Humph —" Ye Rou sneered and said, "Those annoying guys. So what if she was a woman? They couldn't defeat a woman — Damn the Sand Pig Doctrine — "
"So, at that time, Fang Yan had been holding back." Ye Rou lowered her voice, and even her eyes became extremely soft. "I hit him hard again and again to force him to use his full strength — but he still didn't do his best."
Ye Rou was surprised and said in a low voice, "So, Fang Yan had already started to hit on you at that time — he did it early."
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