There were three vigorous and powerful characters written on the plaque. The characters inlaid with gold on a black background were magnificent and solemn.
"What does it say?" Joan asked.
Amanda raised her head and noticed three words, "Phoenix’s Pavilion", were written on the plaque. She explained to Joan, "It is said that there was a queen of the dynasty who lived here, so it was named the Phoenix’s Pavilion."
Joan blinked as if he was thinking what she meant.
Amanda asked, "No idea what it is?"
She paused and continued, "The queen is the wife of the ancient emperor of our country. The Phoenix is the king of birds in our country. In order to show the majesty of the queen, she is honoured as the Phoenix."
"Your country's culture is really special. Everything needs to be gone around the bush." Joan seemed to understand what she meant.
Amanda smiled. "Your idiom is good, but it's not ‘to go around the bush’, it's ‘to beat around the bush’."
"What's the difference?"
"..."
"Nothing. Let's go inside."
Amanda said.
Joan followed her. "Could you teach me to write in your language afterwards?"
"If you want me to be your teacher, you have to pay me." Amanda looked at him and joked, "Since you’re so rich, I’ll charge you 2000 dollars an hour."
Joan replied, "Sure."
Amanda smiled. "I'm just kidding."
"2000 dollars an hour, and you’ll be my teacher," Joan repeated.
"..."
She was secretly amazed that he had treated it seriously. She was only joking! But looking at Joan's serious look, it seemed that she can't lose this student.
‘Whatever.’
"I'll reluctantly accept you as a student." Amanda went to a stall selling antique fans. The silk surface was embroidered with exquisite patterns, and red flower strings were hanging below. She took one and looked at it in her hand. Joan picked up one after her too. However, he didn't take the figure painting one, but the scenery, and there were some poems on top.
He handed it to Amanda. "What's written on it?"
Amanda took it over and there wrote: Parting between lovers induces sorrow at two places. Oh, what cannot be ruled out is that, when this yearning between lovers and this sadness of separation has just disappeared from the slightly wrinkled eyebrows, they vaguely filled one’s heart.
After reading it, she said, "What nonsense."
The fan vendor was unhappy. "Haven't you gone to school? This is written by a famous poet, how is it nonsense?"
Amanda looked at the fan vendor and wondered are all the stall owners so educated now?
The fan vendor wanted Joan to buy it and he said, "This is a poem written by a famous poet in our country. It's about love. It suits you well."
Amanda almost burst into laughter. ‘How does this fan suit Joan well?’ He was an eight-foot man with a very masculine look. It was already amusing imagining him using the fan.
Amanda thought that to sell his stuff, that vendor could go against his heart, and he can say anything.
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