Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat-Chapter 117 - 114 A Familiar Feeling (Third Update)

Chapter 117 -114: A Familiar Feeling (Third Update)

Chapter 117 -114: A Familiar Feeling (Third Update)

The four of them turned around and saw Ye Di, the senior they had met yesterday, standing indignantly behind them. He pointed at them with squinted eyes and cursed, “Not a single one of you in the oil painting department is decent—all lies out of your mouths.”

The one with squinted eyes retorted without a blush or a skipped beat, “This is called expressing feelings as they arise, how could it be considered lying? Or should we be like you sketch artists? Dry and devoid of any soul. You’d want to make something up, but could you even manage that?”

“Nonsense!”

As the two quarreled on the side, Song Jiawen and Liang Yujun were left dumbfounded, while Ding Yuanyuan and Sha Yali’s tears welled up in their eyes, uncertain whether to fall or not.

In the end, the four quietly slipped away from the arguing duo, left the oil painting gallery, and couldn’t help but look back at the entrance. Well… how to put it, although the story was fake, the paintings were quite interesting, haha!

Next to it was the sketch gallery. The four went in and soon came out. Except for Song Jiawen, the other three couldn’t help but feel that it wasn’t as interesting as the oil paintings.

Walking further to the right was the traditional Chinese painting gallery. When Song Jiawen reached the entrance, she paused, just as Ye Di, who had caught up, approached her.

“Aren’t you visiting the sketch gallery, junior Song?”

Liang Yujun and the others had already stepped into the gallery of traditional Chinese paintings, leaving Song Jiawen no choice but to explain, “We’ve been there already, seen it all.”

“Ah? That was quick.”

Ye Di seemed a bit disappointed, but then he perked up again at the sight of the gallery, “Well, you must really appreciate the traditional Chinese paintings here. This is the largest of the four galleries in the college. I hear Master Mu will be joining the college as dean this year. Her specialty is traditional Chinese painting. But her sketches are also quite something. Did you see any of her sketches in the gallery just now?”

Mu Chenyan’s sketch?

Song Jiawen remembered the sketch she had just seen of a little girl resting her chin on her hands as she sat on some steps and fell silent.

She’s going to be the dean at Beijing University Fine Arts College, which means she’ll be at the same school as me?

Seeing Song Jiawen silent, Ye Di thought she hadn’t taken notice and waved his hands, “No worries, you can still see it if you want to later. But honestly, with your sketching skills, you should transfer to our fine arts college…”

As Ye Di prattled on, Song Jiawen was lost in her own thoughts, her eyes sweeping blankly over the artworks before her, unfocused and indifferent, until finally her gaze settled on a piece of calligraphy—

By the pavilion, a lady in brocaded robes, adorned with lustrous pearls all over.

The scent of night fades with no place to seek; the flowers have drifted, the dew has evaporated.

Ye Di pointed to the calligraphy and explained, “Do you know who wrote this? It’s a masterpiece by Master Mu. The Kyoto Calligraphy Association even came to ask for this piece, but it’s already part of Beijing University’s art gallery. How could they give it to them? I heard they even went to Master Mu asking for a piece of her calligraphy, but she didn’t entertain them…”

Song Jiawen looked at the character “珞” in the center, distinctly larger and bolder than the others, and did not speak for a long time.

After leaving the gallery of traditional Chinese paintings, Ye Di kindly invited them, “It’s now half-past ten. I’d like to invite you juniors to the most famous coffee shop at our school’s gate to have coffee and then treat everyone to lunch, what do you say?”

Though his words were an invitation to all, his eyes sincerely sought out Song Jiawen.

Liang Yujun, noticing Song Jiawen lost in thought, tugged at her and laughed, “He’s asking you. Senior Ye is offering to treat us to coffee and lunch.”

Coming back to her senses, Song Jiawen instinctively shook her head to decline, “No need, we’re planning to visit other colleges. We don’t want to take up more of your time, senior.”

She wasn’t in the habit of dining with strangers and didn’t want to owe anyone favors.

Liang Yujun pushed up her glasses, casting an admiring look at Song Jiawen and, seeing that Ye Di was about to persuade further, quickly interjected, “We’ll invite you to dine next time, senior. Today we really want to look around. See you, senior.”

With everyone else saying so, what more could Ye Di say?

He could only watch regretfully as they left, his gaze lingered uncontrollably on Song Jiawen.

…..

“Let’s go for a coffee,” I said.

It was hot, and they really had no interest in continuing their stroll, nor did they feel like going back to the dormitory since they couldn’t turn on the air conditioning.

Liang Yujun offered to treat them.

Ding Yuanyuan quickly agreed, “Sure, even though I’m not used to that stuff, it doesn’t stop me from tasting it. Let’s agree on this: you treat us this time, I’ll treat the next, and we four can take turns.”

Sha Yali and Song Jiawen nodded in agreement.

There were several milk tea and coffee shops near the school gate. Liang Yujun pointed to one with a wooden and quaint-looking sign, “Let’s go to this one. It seems less crowded and rather quiet.”

Inside the coffee shop, Yu Heng was seated in a corner with a pair of frameless glasses on the bridge of his nose, holding a thick book in English, a cup of coffee beside his right hand, and a plate of strawberry cupcakes in front of him.

He was deeply engrossed in his book when he suddenly felt a gaze on him that seemed to linger for a long time.

Yu Heng looked up and saw four girls sitting by the window, one table away from him. One of them, a girl in a white T-shirt with delicate features and bright eyes, was staring blankly in his direction.

This girl…

Suddenly, Yu Heng’s breathing hitched, his grip on the book tightened, and her eyes and eyebrows gave him an unprecedented sense of familiarity.

Just as he was about to take a closer look, the girl lowered her head to drink her coffee.

Yu Heng took off the glasses from his nose, occasionally glancing forward, but aside from the girl’s initial attention, she was now intently listening to what her friends were saying, occasionally chiming in, without looking his way again.

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Why did he always feel she was so familiar?

Around twelve o’clock, Song Jiawen and her friends finished their coffee and stood up to leave for lunch.

Walking behind the three, she could feel that gaze following her, just as she couldn’t help but look at him continuously at first.

It felt so familiar, who was it?

Song Jiawen walked with her head half-lowered, frowning in thought, but she couldn’t remember who he was even by the time Liang Yujun found a restaurant and they sat down.

Finally, she simply shook her head and stopped thinking about it.

The four ordered four bowls of cold noodles and each grabbed a bottle of cold soda.

While waiting after placing their order, Song Jiawen turned her head and saw Jiang Yan and Lao Er walk in.

She hurriedly waved to them, and as they approached, she asked, “Are you done with everything?”

She was referring to the computer repair shop opening.

Jiang Yan nodded. “Pretty much.”

Grandpa Liu had offered to vouch for their repair shop, which should make the paperwork easy afterward.

He and Lao Er sat down at the table next to the four girls and greeted Liang Yujun and the others with a smile, “Hello everyone, my name is Jiang Yan. I went to high school with Song Jiawen, and I studied computer science.”

Ding Yuanyuan smiled and said, “I remember you, you were the one who brought Jiajia to our dorm the day before yesterday, right?”

Jiang Yan’s most notable feature was his height, and, while his facial features were decent, they weren’t stunning enough to be unforgettable. It was only because he had greeted Song Jiawen that they naturally made the connection.