The Young Urban Doctor

Chapter 744: Chapter 744: My handwriting is as good-looking as my face

Seeing the painting, and then looking at Yang Qingyin with her cheeks slightly flushed, Luo Ziling pointed at the person in the painting and laughed, “This is you, right? Quite similar. But the man doesn’t look like me, not at all. You made me look ugly. I should be more dashing and handsome than this fellow.”

“I didn’t draw you in the first place!” Yang Qingyin rolled her eyes at Luo Ziling. “I wouldn’t want to put your hideous face in it!”

“Am I ugly?” Luo Ziling pointed to his own face, looking seriously at Yang Qingyin. “Take a good look. When I looked in the mirror before leaving the house today, I realized I was dressed too handsomely. I must have put a lot of pressure on the men on the street, and let those women feast their eyes.”

Then he immediately asked Ye Xiaoli, “Xiaoli, do you think I’m handsome? Don’t succumb to Qingyin’s threats; tell the truth.”

Luo Ziling’s words made both Yang Qingyin and Ye Xiaoli, who was standing aside like a third wheel, burst out laughing.

“I’ve never seen a man as shameless as you.” Yang Qingyin scraped her own face, looking disdainfully at Luo Ziling.

“Is it thick?” Luo Ziling pinched his own cheek, then reached out and pinched Yang Qingyin’s, eventually nodding. “It’s a bit thicker than yours, but I think my cheeks are still tender, so the skin can’t be thick.”

Yang Qingyin’s cheeks turned red after being pinched by Luo Ziling in front of Ye Xiaoli. She kicked Luo Ziling resentfully and warned, “Don’t bully me, just appreciate the painting.”

“I will come to appreciate it often.” Luo Ziling looked earnestly at the very expressive landscape and figure painting, and couldn’t help but praise again, “Senior sister, your painting skills are too high. Can you paint one for me? Or how about this—you paint, I write the inscriptions, and we collaborate?”

Yang Qingyin looked at Luo Ziling with dissatisfaction. “Hmph, do you think my calligraphy is ugly?”

“Not ugly at all, at least as good-looking as my face,” Luo Ziling looked at the inscription Yang Qingyin had written on the painting. “Using ‘the style reflects the person’ to describe both of us really is quite apt!”

Yang Qingyin’s face turned redder, and so did Ye Xiaoli’s. Their blushing was largely due to Luo Ziling’s shameless self-praise, feeling embarrassed; they had really never seen a man dare to be so thick-skinned in front of them.

“The thought of it almost makes me want to vomit up my breakfast,” Yang Qingyin made a retching gesture. “I’ll admit you’re a bit handsome, but you don’t need to have your self-praise on your lips all the time!”

“It’s just the occasional self-flattery, having it on my lips all the time is a bit of an exaggeration,” Luo Ziling said after playing around with words, and then asked Yang Qingyin again, “So, do you agree to do a painting for me?”

“I don’t agree!” Yang Qingyin’s face was cunning. “Unless you write me a piece first—a piece to be placed in my room.”

“Hehe, I accept that request without hesitation,” Luo Ziling replied, and then said mysteriously, “Actually, if you do a painting for me, it will still hang here. After all, we are family.”

“Who’s family with you?” Luo Ziling didn’t care about the uncomfortable Ye Xiaoli standing nearby and kept talking nonsense, which slightly infuriated Yang Qingyin. “So shameless.”

“Okay, then, I’ll write you a piece when I’m in a good mood. I’ll bring out my best state,” Luo Ziling declared, raising his arm. “Hurry up and prepare the ink and brush for me.”

Seeing Luo Ziling like this, Yang Qingyin couldn’t help but giggle.

“Yes, Mr. Luo,” Yang Qingyin bowed like people from the past, then stood up and kicked Luo Ziling again, “Annoying guy, you just know how to tease people.”

Ye Xiaoli, standing to the side, quickly took the opportunity to slip out of the room and headed to the study to prepare things for them in advance.

While Yang Qingyin and Luo Ziling openly showed their emotions in front of her, Ye Xiaoli felt happy for them and a little embarrassed at the same time. She also wondered how they might behave if she weren’t there.

Of course, she sincerely hoped that they would end up together. This handsome man and beautiful woman were a perfect match; no other couple could be better described as a talented young man and a beautiful young lady.

Yang Qingyin and Ye Xiaoli had prepared the ink and brushes for Luo Ziling and spread out the Xuan paper.

These items were the first Yang Qingyin had prepared, as she practiced calligraphy and painting every day. Hence, the house couldn’t be without stationery supplies.

After preparing the ink and brushes, Luo Ziling stood confidently, dipped his brush in ink, and in a single stroke, wrote a poem.

“”In the north there’s a lady fair, so transcendent, she stands alone. One glance could topple a city, another could topple a state…”

Seeing the poem Luo Ziling wrote, Yang Qingyin couldn’t help but blush and scolded, “Why are you writing such a poem?”

“The words I give you, this poem is a perfect match.” Luo Ziling finished the poem with flair and laid down the brush, looking very satisfied with the writing on the paper, boasting, “I think it’s the best piece I’ve ever written. It really is about the state of mind, haha!”

Yang Qingyin was incredibly happy inside, but she feigned annoyance on her face, “I hate it, don’t write such cheesy poetry, change it.” With that, she called Ye Xiaoli to take the still-wet piece of writing to the side.

After the two of them carefully moved the piece titled “In the north there’s a lady fair” to one side, each holding a corner, they urged Luo Ziling to continue writing.

“Alright, then, I’ll write another on the fly, but you have to be satisfied,” Luo Ziling agreed readily.

He lifted his pen, thought for a moment, and then quickly wrote another piece in his best semi-cursive script.

This time, he wrote Liu Yong’s famous work, “Rain Drizzling.”

“After tonight’s sobering drink, where am I? By the willow banks, in the early morning breeze, under the fading moon,” Luo Ziling, after finishing it, pointed to a few lines in the piece and said with a laugh, “This is my favorite scene. In the middle of the night, waking from a drunken sleep, to find oneself lying by the willow banks, accompanied by the early morning breeze and the waning moon, how exquisitely beautiful.”

But upon seeing the piece, Yang Qingyin’s face turned somber. She stared at Luo Ziling seriously and asked softly, “Don’t you realize that this piece describes a parting, full of sorrow? This verse is a parting work by Liu Sanbian for his lover. Ever since time immemorial, passionate love has suffered from parting, and how much more in the chill of an early autumn. Is it appropriate to give such a piece to me?”

“Hey, listen, don’t be like that, I didn’t mean anything else, I just thought of this verse suddenly and I just find the scene of waking from drunkenness by the willow banks, in the early morning breeze, under the fading moon, very beautiful,” Luo Ziling unexpectedly felt a bit at a loss as Yang Qingyin seemed upset over a poem, “If you don’t like it, then I’ll tear it up.”

“Forget it, since it’s written, let’s keep it,” Yang Qingyin grabbed Luo Ziling’s hand, “The script is good, a rare masterpiece. I’ll have Xiaoli frame the first piece to hang in the room, this verse can stay in the study!”

Seeing Yang Qingyin’s somewhat forced smile, suddenly Luo Ziling felt an ominous premonition.

Why did he think of writing such things today?