Zhang Yang also experienced such a thing. When Li Changyu's mother, Old Lady Su, passed away, the funeral was also very glorious. Li Changyu's original intention did not want to be too grand, but the development of the matter was not controlled by him. Zhang Yang said: "The most popular thing in the system now is flattery. What lower-level officials most hope to encounter is an accident at the family of the superior leader. Birth, old age, sickness and death are tragedy for the family, but for many officials with ulterior motives, it is a happy event. They finally have a suitable reason to give gifts."

Luo Huining said: "The bad system accumulated in the officialdom will not completely disappear due to changes in the nature of society. It is not possible to change all this in the short term."

Zhang Yang said: "I don't care about the bad rules. Anyway, I see unevenness in the road. I can shovel the deeper the deeper I can."

Luo Huining couldn't help laughing. Seeing that the time was almost over, she stood up and said, "Go to Qingyang Town!"

It was only a short hour, but the road to Qingyang Town was empty, and the funeral team had already left clean. Luo Huining shook her head and sighed in her heart. It seemed that she could not be purified in Qingyang Town. She had quietly made up her mind and left Xiuwen as soon as possible after visiting her aunt.

Luo Huining's aunt lived in Dongshou, Qingyang Town. This house used to belong to the Luo family. Although it had been well preserved after the Cultural Revolution, the old lady bought the house after returning to the country and found someone to renovate it, which basically restored its former appearance.

There was only one nanny living with the old lady.

Luo Huining's arrival made Old Lady Luo very happy. She personally welcomed her out. Although Old Lady Luo was seventy-two years old, she was in good health. Her hair was black and she was wearing a gray cheongsam, and she looked extraordinary.

Luo Huining first introduced Zhang Yang to his aunt and smiled and said, "Auntie, this is my godson Zhang Yang!"

Zhang Yang shouted respectfully: "Auntie..." When he shouted this, Zhang Daren's face was still a little hot. How could he feel embarrassed?

The old lady liked Zhang Yang very much. She held his hand and looked him up and down a few times before saying, "No, a handsome talent!"

Luo Huining said to Zhang Yang: "My aunt is very knowledgeable. She was a talented student and a famous talented girl from Jiangnan Women's College back then!"

The old lady laughed and said, "I'm old, I don't remember those things anymore. Hurry up, sit in the room!"

The old lady invited them into the living room. The furnishings of the room still retained the characteristics of the Republic of China era. Many of the furniture were passed down from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and the entire house was quaint.

The nanny gave her a pot of Biluochun. The old lady asked the nanny to cook. Luo Huining immediately said that she had eaten it.

Old Mrs. Luo blamed: "How can I eat outside when I come to Xiuwen? Is it because I am old, I don't even want to eat with me, the old lady?"

Luo Huining hurriedly said, "Aunt, if you don't know, this time I came here to visit you. I originally planned to have dinner at home, but the road in the town was blocked just now, so we couldn't get in, so we could only return to the county town for dinner."

Old Mrs. Luo said: "Well, it seems that someone was having a funeral just now."

When the two were talking, their eyes were attracted by the plaque in the main hall. There was actually an inscription written by Emperor Yongzheng of the Qing Dynasty, which was written by the bookish family. Old Mrs. Luo smiled and said, "This plaque is not owned by our Luo family. When I rebuilt the house, I wanted to collect some old building materials. I bought it from the people and hang it here. Our Luo family is also a bookish family."

Luo Huining smiled.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Auntie likes to collect it?"

Old Mrs. Luo said: "Well, I like to collect antique calligraphy and paintings. Although there are not many, there are some fine works."

Luo Huining said: "Aunt, Zhang Yang has a profound attainment in calligraphy and painting. You can ask him to help you appreciate it."

The old lady simply stood up and said, "Let's go to my study room to take a look!"

Mrs. Luo doesn’t have much collection, but she has many fine products. The most valuable one is furniture and wood carvings. The old lady valued the most. After Zhang Yang commented on several calligraphy, he developed ancient paintings. He also dabbled in some paintings. Although his painting skills were not outstanding, his eyes were quite superior. His comments were very clear, and Mrs. Luo also admired this young boy. When Zhang Yang opened one of the paintings, he was shocked and his eyes were filled with incredible light.

On this ancient painting, there is a silhouette of a man, waving his sword with one hand and raising his glass with the other, dancing under the clear emptiness of the bright moon. The picture is full of movement. Although the man's face was covered by a few strokes, the chic taste had already appeared on the paper. Zhang Yang felt that his eyes were hot and almost burst into tears. He never thought that this portrait painted by Chun Xueqing of the Great Sui Dynasty would be preserved in the world, and it fell on the hands of Mrs. Luo, and happened to be seen by him.

Zhang Yang forcibly suppressed his excitement and whispered: "Where did this painting come from?"

Mrs. Luo said: "I bought it by chance in the antique market. It is said to be an ancient painting from the Sui and Tang Dynasties. The painter is not a celebrity, and his painting skills cannot be compared with a master. However, judging from the inscriptions, the painter should be a talented woman, and the picture should be her lover. I bought it because I thought it was interesting."

Looking at this painting, Zhang Daren was filled with mixed feelings for a moment and even forgot what he said.

Luo Huining also noticed his strangeness, looked at the painting, looked at Zhang Yang again, and exclaimed strangely: "Zhang Yang, I see that the man in this painting is somewhat similar to you!"

Zhang Yang said that it was more than just a similar person, he was just himself.

Old Mrs. Luo also compared the ancient painting and nodded, "It's really a bit similar."

Zhang Yang had completely stabilized his emotions at this time. He smiled and said, "How is it like? I don't think there is a slight similarity at all. How can he be as handsome as me?"

Luo Huining smiled and said, "You kid, never know what modesty means."

Old Mrs. Luo also smiled and said, "One is an ancient man and the other is a modern young man. How do you compare it?"

Zhang Yang's eyes returned to the ancient painting and whispered: "If he really appears in front of me, I will take a closer look at what kind of similarities he and me are."

Old Mrs. Luo smiled and put away the ancient painting, handed it to Zhang Yang and said, "Since you like it so much, I will give it to you!"

Zhang Yang was stunned, and for a moment he felt joy and feelings in his heart. An unspeakable complex feeling made him unable to even speak.

The bright moon was like frost, projecting from the open window into the room. Zhang Yang sat alone in front of the window, staring at the scroll on the table in a daze. His thoughts flew back to the Great Sui Dynasty more than a thousand years ago with the silent moonlight.

Chun Xueqing sang and danced gently, her sleeves were relaxed, and her posture was intoxicating. He lay on the couch with his chest exposed, and his breasts were exposed, and he was so happy to drink with great enthusiasm. Too many incredible things happened to him, and he also changed from the miracle doctor Zhang Yizhen to the current Zhang Yang. He was still him, but the world around him had completely changed.

In the dance hall, the romantic flow is always blown away by the rain and wind...

All are gone! Zhang Yang closed his eyes and felt two hot tears flowing through his cheeks. This ancient painting evokes his memories of the past and evokes the loneliness he has long hidden deep in his heart.
Chapter completed!