Zhang Xi was a little worried that her appearance would be more famous in Qiuxing City. She ran into the flower building when she had nothing to do. The girls at the door knew him.

Such an identity is definitely not possible. Huang Yahan knows it. Not to mention whether Huang Yahan will take care of her own problem if she knows it. People from the Huang family knows it. When they are recognized by people from the Huang family during the process of entering the Huang family's mansion, they will immediately stop their ladies from having too much contact with a man who cannot control his lower body.

He needs a more reasonable identity.

One person will not arouse suspicion. Some people will know him, but not many people know his identity. They are relatively introverted and do not go on business trips, but they also have a certain degree of qualities. If they can be known to others, they are the identity of locals.

He wandered around the teahouse several times as if he was shopping, and finally, he found the existence of a shabby scholar.

He was near the teahouse, glanced inside from time to time, revealing a bit of yearning. What he yearned for was not the tea inside, but he wanted to join the group of talented young men, join them, and learn about painting skills with them.

"You should be a painter too, why don't you go in and discuss with them?" Zhang Xi sat down next to him and sat for a while. The scholar's attention was on the paintings that everyone was discussing in the teahouse, and he didn't notice Zhang Xi's arrival at all.

The scholar heard the sound and found Zhang Xi. The distance was so close that he was shocked and his face quickly turned red.

It turns out that he is not only introverted, but also not good at contacting people.

Seeing the scholar's crampage and nervousness, Zhang Xi came to a conclusion.

This personality has a certain relationship with the growth environment.

But it's harmless.

Everyone has a different way of living. It is not necessary to say that being in the crowd and becoming an eloquent person is a normal person.

Only different personalities and styles can often form our wonderful and unique world.

"You, you, who are you?" The scholar held it in for a long time and asked such a sentence.

"I see you've been staring at them all the time. Do you like paintings or the people inside?"

Zhang Xi felt that there was a bit of guilt in the scholar's eyes. This unreasonable guilt made him feel a little confused about why he had such an emotion.

He knew this emotion.

He knew very well when people came through it.

The scholar is older than him, but his experience must be richer than him.

There is no doubt about feeling, character, and way of speaking.

"I……"

The scholar did not come up with an answer for a long time.

This won't work.

Zhang Xi frowned slightly, and she communicated with the scholar like this, which may end the painting exchange inside and the sun sets, and it may not be possible to communicate with the scholar more usefully.

"tell me."

He simply used charm to the scholar.

Use charm to fantasize it.

"I like painting, and I like people."

The scholar fell into charm and regarded Zhang Xi as the person he was closest to, the person who could keep secrets for him and listen to him express his truest thoughts.

Like people?

Zhang Xi looked into the teahouse and except for the few maids who served the tea, the others were all men.

He hesitated and asked, "Who do you like?"

The scholar raised his hand and pointed in one direction with a little caution: "That... young master."

"Young Master..." When Zhang Xi heard the young master, her body couldn't help but stand a little bit next to her. Then when he saw that he was pointing to Huang Yahan in the direction of the scholar, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Did you always like young masters?"

The scholar said slowly: "No, I used to be... I was only addicted to calligraphy and painting, intending to obtain fame and fortune, and had no interest in other things."

"I passed by accidentally a month ago and saw him. I didn't know why, so I was very moved. After I went back, I was all thinking about him."

"It's wrong to like a young man, but I just can't control myself."

After all, there will be a little mistake when a woman dresses up as a man. What the scholar likes is Huang Yahan who dresses up as a man, or sees the essence through appearance. What he likes is actually Huang Yahan's essence daughter body.

But those are nothing to Zhang Xi.

He took the scholar around the street and entered an alley one after another. When he came out, there was only one person.

The "scholar" walked out submissively, with his eyes dodging, a little afraid of anyone's appearance, and he had no confidence in walking, so he dared not look directly at anyone passing by.

Slowly, he walked to the teahouse where he made friends with paintings, looked at the paintings inside, and then at the people inside. When he saw one of the more beautiful scholars, a hint of heat appeared in his eyes.

Taking a few deep breaths, gathering up the courage, he stepped in.

The conversation with the scholar is to understand the identity of the scholar and the scholar's yearning. Zhang Xi needs to imitate the scholar's charm and give him a reasonable and legal basis for some behaviors that are completely different from his previous performance.

Take up courage.

I thought about it for a long time.

I've been holding it in for a long time.

For the calligraphy and painting you like.

For the person you like.

He walked in.

"Young Master, sorry, this place has been booked down, only reception..." The maid in the teahouse saw the scholar. Because the scholar's dress was too shabby, it was a little out of place with the other young masters in the teahouse.

Reading is to get fame and fortune, and when you cannot change your destiny through the path of practice, you can change your life in another way.

Most paintings are those who have a relatively wealthy family economic foundation and spend time learning.

Because they don't have to worry about money or run around for a living.

"I can draw." Zhang Xi said.

"draw?"

Some young master was surprised.

A young man directly acted in disdain.

"Hahaha? It's you?"

"You don't look like a painting person. Do you eat a lot every day? You can't even eat enough, so what can you draw? You can make money when you help others write. You can rarely make money when you draw."

It’s not that the young men look down on scholars, but that the current atmosphere is like this.

Ordinary people are more likely to master life skills.

Most ordinary people don’t recognize many words, and those who can read and write are almost all who have a certain family foundation, or are good at reading and can rely on reading to get fame and fortune to make money.

More ordinary people will choose to let their children learn a living skill from elementary school, or ask them to help them farm, do carpentry, etc.

Having a skill of eating is more important than anything else.
Chapter completed!