Fortunately, Xu Lao was not the only one in the store, and after a while, a young-looking clerk came out, he looked as lazy and lazy as this street, and said to them slowly: "Xu Lao asked you to write down your name, he said that there are too many people, and you can't recognize your face." ”

Surprisingly, the clerk turned around and rummaged through it, and took out a jade pen holder, in which seven or eight thin wolf hairs were inserted crookedly.

“...... Use this?" Xie Lang asked with some uncertainty, as if he was out of the situation.

"Yes, that's it. ”

The clerk stepped aside and motioned for them to come over one by one to write their names.

Qin Meng lowered his voice and asked Xie Lang, "Eh, do you know this?"

Xie Lang replied with a tearless expression.

She grew up in the United States as a child and never even touched a brush.

The other idols who were born as trainees either only caught a few brushes when they were young, or they simply didn't touch it once, and several people looked at each other, but they still had a hard head in the end.

Xie Lang grabbed the brush and began to write "Xie" on it crookedly, writing and writing, his hand seemed to not listen to her, and he painted a big black bump at the end.

Put her in the United States, she can speak English proficiently, and talk to the blonde and blue-eyed locals without any obstacles, but when she returns to her own country, she doesn't even know anything about the art passed down from her ancestors, which is no wonder for her, how many young people are like this.

"Qiuqiu, Qiuqiu?"

Xie Lang lowered his head and asked Xu Chunqiu for help in a stingy voice, "Help me, I really can't do this!"

Xu Chunqiu leaned in, and the big lump of black bumps suddenly caught her eyes.

Xu Chunqiu: ......

"Or I'll write it for you. ”

The clerk was originally leaning against the window in a daze with his arms and fluttering eyes, and when he heard Xie Lang asking Xu Chunqiu for help, he hurriedly stopped him without saying a word: "No, Xu Lao said that you should each write your own, and no one is allowed to write for others." ”

Shaeron: Whew.

She poked the pen crookedly, and finally barely finished writing her name.

"Mom, fortunately my parents gave me a two-word name, otherwise I would have suffered one more word. She patted her chest and said with palpitations, as if the kung fu of writing a brush had left her with some psychological shadow.

Xu Chunqiu couldn't help but laugh when she heard this, but when she stood in front of the raw rice paper and wrote her name for the last time, Yu Guang accidentally glanced at the words of several other people in the same group.

Xu Chunqiu: ......

It's a bit miserable indeed.

Except for Qin Meng's handwriting, which is a little better, the names of several other people are written on the paper in black and white, even if they are sent to the old man's nose, I am afraid they may not be recognized.

Xu Chunqiu rolled up his sleeves so as not to get ink stains, his wrist bones were exposed, and then he put pen to paper.

"Excuse me. ”

After Xu Chunqiu finished writing, he took a pen and put it on the inkstone.

The ink on the paper has not yet dried, and the clerk looked down, and a large list of names were crooked and twisted, and finally followed by the three words of Qingqing Xiuxiu, "Xu Chunqiu", beautiful hairpins, and the word "Xu" is still in traditional Chinese.

Clerk: "!!"

I didn't expect her to write so well as an idol.

"Qiuqiu, have you practiced for a long time?" Xie Lang pulled Xu Chunqiu's sleeve and asked in a low voice.

Xu Chunqiu also replied in a low voice: "Someone taught me." ”

She thought for a moment and added, "I actually write these three words well." ”

Someone took my hand and wrote these three words in the palm of my hand with a very fine wolf pen used to outline my eyebrows.

She recalled the appearance of Lu Xiuzhen holding her hand and gently drying the ink in her palm, in fact, she only recognized one of the three words he wrote at that time, but she was ashamed to say it and didn't dare to tell him at all. The class owner is illiterate, and the preaching and receiving work in the theater garden are taught and sung from mouth to ear, and these little people who are struggling at the bottom of society do not need to read and write at all.

But Young Master Lu took her hand, embed the little Xu Chunqiu in his arms, taught her to read, read and write, and write her name hand-in-hand.

Xu Chunqiu was walking here, and the clerk had already handed the piece of paper full of names into the room.

"Okay, right......" Xu Lao put on his reading glasses with gold wire frames, "I'll take a look." ”

Xu Lao said in a broken way as he looked at it.

"Thanks?"

"What's this black bump on?"

"Qin ...... Is ......it a dream?

"'Lin' and 'Xi' are too open, and they are all scattered. ”

He looked at it, took off his reading glasses again, pinched the bridge of his nose, and looked at it again for fear that he would be blind.

What kind of iniquity have I created, and I am not happy to find myself happy.

He smacked his tongue, his gaze slipped to a row of small words, and he hurriedly took his eyes back.

Xu, spring, autumn.

The three words of the hairpin flower are beautiful and delicate, smooth and thin, and the three words seem to be able to construct a person's shape in people's minds through ink and brushstrokes.

This is the word that a young girl should have, Xu Lao felt that his eyes seemed to be purified, and his heart was happy, and he raised his voice and said to the outside: "Let them in." ”

When the clerk heard this, he returned to the outside room and stretched out his hand to them with a "please" gesture.

Xu Chunqiu and his party stepped over the door frame and finally entered the inner room.

Old Man Xu is still lying on his back on a Taishi chair, and his snuffbox does not leave his hand. Compared with the outside, the objects in the inside are more messy, porcelain and calligraphy and paintings are piled together, polished and unpolished, genuine and fake, wool of different colors and finely carved finished products, all crowded together, the wall is a little cleaner than the outside, but there is a picture of flowers and birds of the late Qinghai School painter Ren Bonian hanging crookedly.

He just hung Xu Chunqiu and his party there, and didn't pay attention to them, just lying on his back and smoking his snuffbox.

Xu Chunqiu didn't feel embarrassed, his eyes went around, and he stopped at a hibiscus stone on the low cabinet at the door.

It was a rare piece of rough stone, richer than the size of a fist, with a shell-shaped fracture and no crack on it. She looked at the natural light coming in from the window, and the light source shone up from the stone ground, penetrating the gemstone, and the unique "translucent starlight" could be seen with the naked eye.

Don't care about the guests invited to record the show, business still has to be done.

So Xu Chunqiu picked up the rough stone and asked in a loud voice: "Boss, how can I sell this stone?"

Xu Lao was finally willing to look at him, and his eyes circled around Xu Chunqiu's body up and down, as if he was not evaluating the stone, but evaluating her as a person.

"It's not expensive, fifty thousand. ”

Finally, he withdrew his gaze and said.