Female Passenger: "Cut it out, you're quite the talker. My name is Lin Shuying, what's yours?"
Yang Chen: "Yang Chen. Do you have a sister named Lin Anxiang?"
Lin Shuying: "Heh, how did you know? Are you a fortune-teller?"
Yang Chen: "You really have a sister named Lin Anxiang? I was just talking nonsense, not predicting names. 'Shuying lingers in shallow waters, Anxiang wafts under evening moon.' I figured since your family named you Shuying, if you had a sister she'd be called Anxiang. Didn't expect you actually have a sister named Lin Anxiang."
Lin Shuying: "Yep, I do have a twin sister named Lin Anxiang. But she's different from me, I like painting, she likes writing poetry."
One paints, one writes poetry, surely daughters from a wealthy family - poor kids can't afford to learn these, and wouldn't learn them properly.
Chatting like this, they got along much better.
Soon, Yang Chen dropped Lin Shuying off at Hai City Academy of Fine Arts.
