I’m really immortal Chapter 58

Qin Yanan never thought that Liu Chang’an had already prepared everything. Girls usually have a mindset that they don’t want to marry someone, but if the guy has good feelings towards them, that’s a different story.

It’s like when many couples fight, the girl often takes the dominant position and likes to shout “break up.” In reality, they don’t really want to break up; they just want to see the guy beg and apologize. If they really break up, it’s best if the guy still remembers her fondly.

In general, girls prioritize their emotions over reason, which is a common problem.

Qin Yanan’s slightly resistant mindset dissipated quickly, and it was just an unconscious reaction. Since there was a seven-year age gap between them, Qin Yanan didn’t think their relationship had anything to do with the ambiguous feelings between men and women after she found out.

She was willing to cook a good meal for him from time to time, and Qin Yanan felt that having her cooking skills appreciated was a pretty fulfilling thing. She didn’t get many opportunities to showcase her skills.

After flipping through the letter, Qin Yanan was moved by Liu Chang’an’s grandfather’s tone, which was straightforward and didn’t include many polite phrases. What impressed Qin Yanan the most was that the old man, despite his age, still had a carefree and vigorous spirit, with no trace of decline or weariness. It was no wonder he was a hero of the older generation, with a noble and broad-minded personality that inspired awe.

“What are you thinking about?” Liu Chang’an asked with a smile, noticing her expression, which reminded him of teaching a little girl how to write.

“When a master calligrapher sees such a magnificent piece of calligraphy, they would probably feel inferior and receive a severe blow.” Qin Yanan rolled up the letter, carefully holding it in her hand, as these words were not only a superb work of art but also connected to her fate.

“They’re just young kids who have only practiced for a few decades; it’s not fair to compare them. They’ve already written very well.” Liu Chang’an said matter-of-factly, as calligraphy required not only innate talent but also diligent practice, and there was no shortcut.

Now, how many people would practice calligraphy for eight hours a day, every day, for decades? This art form had lost its vitality and attraction.

“That’s true; your grandfather has over a hundred years of skills.” Qin Yanan nodded in understanding, as people from his generation started learning to write from a young age, and that was over a hundred years ago.

“I haven’t practiced in a long time. Originally, I thought I could just send a text message to your grandfather, but he doesn’t even have a cell phone number, so old-fashioned.” Liu Chang’an shook his head.

Qin Yanan heard someone call Qin Peng “old-fashioned” for the first time and didn’t feel like arguing with him. It was common for younger generations to gossip about older generations, and it didn’t hurt to joke about it. She laughed lightly, thinking that even if her grandfather had a cell phone, how many people would dare to disturb him?

“By the way, how’s your writing skills? Have you achieved any results?” Qin Yanan waved the letter in her hand.

“When your teacher is overflowing with spare energy, do you want me to teach you calligraphy?”

Qin Yanan really wanted to achieve something in calligraphy, but she knew it wasn’t just about having a good teacher; the key was her own decision to put in the effort and time. Moreover, she thought that Liu Chang’an’s calligraphy level was at least better than hers, but it was hard for her to accept learning from someone seven years younger than her.

Liu Chang’an just smiled, as Qin Yanan was already grown up and not the little girl he had taught before.

“I’ll pretend you’re willing to teach me; I’ll find you when I have time.” Qin Yanan thought of something more important: “I have a friend who’s a lovely girl, around your age. Do you want me to introduce her to you?”

“No interest.”

“You’re really cold.”

“Do I have a choice?”

Qin Yanan thought for a moment, “She says she’s the most beautiful in the world, and I’m the second most beautiful.”

After saying that, Qin Yanan revealed a hint of embarrassment, trying to cover up her slight vanity. If she didn’t have a bit of embarrassment, it would be too arrogant to think she’s the second most beautiful in the world. Qin Yanan didn’t have Zhu Juntang’s unparalleled confidence… who knew where it came from?

“That’s not right; I think Ann Wan is the most beautiful in the world. You two can move to the back.” Liu Chang’an laughed.

Qin Yanan was naturally unhappy, but she had to admit that Ann Wan was indeed the campus belle, and men always had a special enthusiasm for campus belles, as if they were the ideal beauty in their fantasies.

Ann Wan had a double halo effect.

“Do you know who’s considered the most beautiful in history?” Liu Chang’an asked Qin Yanan, who was about to refute him.

“Xi Shi?”

“Xi Shi’s face is a bit too plain and reveals a hint of sadness.” Liu Chang’an shook his head.

“Marilyn Monroe?”

“She has too many dreamy colors and concentrates too much of men’s fantasies.”

Qin Yanan didn’t agree with Liu Chang’an’s evaluation; wasn’t his world’s most beautiful Ann Wan just a product of his imagination?

“Then who could it be? Marilyn Monroe… she’s too sexy.” Qin Yanan looked down at her chest and then held the letter up to cover herself.

“Yue Yiren!” Liu Chang’an said, looking at Qin Yanan, as he didn’t really have an objective evaluation; the impressions of other beautiful women had already faded, and only Yue Yiren left a deep impression on him.

Regarding this answer, Qin Yanan was truly surprised, like ordinary people who didn’t care about their parents’ looks. Qin Yanan’s impression of Yue Yiren was more like a perfect, flawless goddess; how could she be compared to ordinary women?

“Is this your grandfather’s answer?” Qin Yanan’s mouth curved slightly, as she lowered her voice, revealing a gossiping tone, “Then ask him, who’s more beautiful, Yue Yiren or Su Mei?”

Qin Yanan immediately realized that Liu Chang’an also knew Su Mei.

Because Liu Chang’an was holding a greasy chicken leg, which he stopped eating, and his eyes became still, like a machine that had suddenly broken down, and his emotions were sucked into his black pupils.

The chicken leg fell into the bowl, and the small bowl spun around, wobbling, with a few drops of soup splashing onto his leg.

His expression was strange, making it hard to understand.

“Am I more beautiful than Yue Yiren?”

“You’re going to butter him up again?”

“The new movie starring Ruan Lingyu is out; you should go watch it!”

“Ha ha, the Su family shouldn’t have invested in Butterfly’s film company!”

“I’ll buy all the song and dance halls in the country and only let ugly singers perform; see where you can go then?”

“I know men can’t be trusted when they’re in bed, but if you flatter me a bit, I’d be happy too. So I’ll ask you: who’s more beautiful, me or Yue Yiren?”

Liu Chang’an looked at Qin Yanan, picked up the chicken leg, and ate it silently, as if asking himself how someone could ask him this question.

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