"Mr. Lin... you're still willing to offer me guidance?" Lu Qingfeng asked, looking pleasantly surprised.
"I can't guarantee that what I say is right."
Lin Zhishui smiled. "I'm only offering a little advice based on my own experience and views. You can take it into consideration, but ultimately, it's up to you."
Whatever the trouble was, he couldn't go wrong by getting someone to talk it through, analyzing it a little, then offering something vague that nobody could find fault with. After that, he could smoothly sell them a suitable piece of calligraphy and let the customer ponder its deeper meaning. As long as the general direction was right, that was enough.
Sincerity had never won hearts. Only a good routine could do that.
"Your willingness to guide me is already enough."
Lu Qingfeng took a deep breath, considered his words briefly, and said, "Last time, I was fortunate enough to receive your guidance and a piece of calligraphy. I gained a great deal after returning home. But... the road ahead is vast and uncertain, and there is no one to guide me. I truly cannot see what lies ahead, nor do I know whether I should keep going."
Although Lin Zhishui already knew that this fellow spoke just like the others in traditional culture circles, preferring anything but plain language, wasn't this a little too obscure?
A vast road ahead, no one to guide him, unable to see the way... What a nutcase.
Still, Lin Zhishui was fairly used to it. After a moment's thought, he probed indirectly. "Mr. Lu, you say there's no one to guide you on the road ahead. What about the road you've already traveled? If no one had guided you back then, could you still have made it this far?"
Lu Qingfeng paused, sensing