"Miss, aren't you lonely?" Tang Feng smiled and asked.
"Of course not. Every day, I'm happy with poetry, books, and art." The woman shook her head.
"That's why the inner world of scholars is so strange. In my view, it's a distorted mindset. Life isn't just about these things. Going out for a walk can actually improve oneself. Being cooped up all day, where does inspiration come from? Even if you have it, it'll dry up sooner or later. You might not mind, but what about the next generation?"
"You're joking, sir. The next generation is too far away, something I usually don't put my energy into." The woman said.
In everything, you can't sever the fate randomly. Who knows what the future holds?
"That's true. Let's not discuss those things. Why don't you tell me why you've come?"
"I don't even know the lady's name yet."
"Jiang Yayun, and you, sir?"
"I'm just a country person, no need to know my name. Even if I tell you, it'll be a lie." Tang Feng said.
