The sun came out outside, and it was hot.

Jing Yuanshan wore a white short-sleeved T-shirt, and the black gauze was pinned high on the sleeves.

Ershan, Shanshan, and Youqiong all wore black yarns.

Jing Yuanshan asked Shanshan to sew the white cloth neatly, and everyone used it to tie their hair.

Mom's widow was there, looking at everyone kindly.

Jing Yuanshan was still holding a cloth bag and went out with Er Shan and Shanshan.

Wanfu furniture market, anyway, you can buy anything, from low-end to high-end.

The decoration is wrapped by Zhou Xun, and many things have to be seen by themselves.

Not to mention Ershan and Shanshan, Jing Yuanshan doesn't understand much, but after reading more, he will slowly understand.

A few people are very able to stroll around, shopping to Chinese homes.

The Jing family is a scholarly family, Jing Yuanshan is still very biased towards this, anyway, look at it casually, maybe on weekends, there are more people.

In fact, if you look at the Chinese style, there is a kind of coldness, and you can't understand it and have no feelings.

Jing Yuanshan didn't have any feelings, but look there, some paper?

It's not really like a home, but it's like a display, and it's nothing to put it in.

Jing Yuanshan's hands were itchy for a while, and it was not easy to squeeze it at home, and the restaurant also needed it.

Sister Shanshanla.

It's really inch, Wu Zhimin came out.

Wu Zhimin is wearing a big red today, which is very gorgeous, if it is with this Chinese style, if she is not a lady, she is a nouveau riche. or the favored concubine is not allowed to be on the table.

In his hand is a luxurious bag, and under his feet is hatred of the sky.

Jing Yuanshan wears flat heels, and she is 171 naked.

Wu Zhimin stared at her and lost his mind!

Jing Yuanshan can understand that the junior, eldest son, and youngest son are all in the hospital, and there is only one left, which is very dangerous.

Wu Zhimin rushed over, didn't dare to hit her, and mocked: "You one, a group of orphans, what are you doing here?" ”

Jing Yuanshan asked a very handsome uncle with a bunch of walnuts on his hand: "Are you the boss?" ”

Qin Fei nodded.

Jing Yuanshan asked, "Does it have anything to do with the Wu family?" ”

Qin Fei shook his head.

Jing Yuanshan asked, "Can I use that?" I can give a portion of the money. ”

Qin Fei's facial features are upright, and his eyes and teeth are bright, and his mood is also very good: "Use it casually, I will use it and I will send you some more." ”

Jing Yuanshan thought about it: "Thank you." ”

If you can get these rosewoods, the price is not low, and there are a lot of relationships.

It's not to take advantage, it's to talk about addiction.

Wu Zhimin was ignored and roared: "What are you doing? ”

Jing Yuanshan Zhenjing: "Tell the daughter of the junior to see what the real lady is." ”

Here, bookshelves, bookcases, official hat chairs.

There are six pens hanging on the pen holder, and two more pens are placed on the mountain, with different models. The ink is good, and there is a paperweight on the side.

Jing Yuanshan took the inkstone to admire, a good inkstone, and a stone eye: "This is the eye of the robin?" ”

Jing Yuanshan glanced at the boss and fell in love with the inkstone, this is not fake, it is true.

The robin eye is a very rare and precious stone eye, the best one is verdant green, the lines are clear, the contours are distinct, the pupils are clear, and the halo is more than eight layers.

Qin Fei was like a rare soulmate, proud: "I took a lot of effort to get it." ”

Some people who see the excitement come together when they see the excitement.

One asked very directly: "Is this valuable?" ”

Jing Yuanshan thought: "It's not worth a suite, but it's worth a car." ”

Poor car rich watch, really play this kind of thing, what is money?

Jing Yuanshan put down the inkstone, and Er Shan stepped forward honestly, poured water, and studied ink.

Qin Fei asked the little girl: "Do you understand?" ”

Er Shan was nervous: "The eldest sister practices calligraphy, and I study ink." I'm not as smart as my eldest sister. ”

Shanshan was holding the bag on the side, when she remembered, the eldest sister still wrote, and then there were more sisters, so there was no way.

Er Shan and Shanshan are not busy with business, as long as the eldest sister likes it, it is the right thing.

Elegant things are slow and quiet.

People came one after another, looking at the three girls, Dai Xiao, and then looking, Yanmo has a unique taste.

A scent of ink wafted out.

Jing Yuanshan was laying out the paper, pressing it with a paperweight, adjusting the state, thinking and writing.

Qin Fei was coiled on the side, ignoring the Wu family.

How can you be rich? Qin Fei also heard that Wu Zhida was not ashamed to be broken by Gu Ershao in front of Wu Jiancong.

Qin Fei is not familiar with Jing Yuanshan, but what can make Wu Zhimin go crazy is a female man. Sin, this is really everyone's beautiful style.

Someone reacted and took a mobile phone to record.

Qin Fei spoke: "Don't slap your face." ”

There is a brainstorm: "Why don't you wear ancient costumes?" ”

Qin Fei smiled: "Don't you think it's better to keep your mouth shut?" ”

Layman, sad. Can't you appreciate it at all?

Someone sneered.

Appreciate a lot.

Jing Yuanshan is so white! The so-called snow white snow white is this kind of clean and noble.

Her hair is tied casually, and she doesn't know what shape it is, but her single eyelid, this small face, is also classical and beautiful.

A few people couldn't help but want to slap her face, but they were not polite to her hand, how beautiful this hand is!

A beautiful woman, her hand stretched out to Jing Yuanshan's approach, and she was not afraid of becoming a scumbag.

Just looking at it, she has a manicure, and she is well maintained, but it doesn't hurt if she doesn't compare.

Looking at Jing Yuanshan, Shanshan is also a little beauty, just the kind of cardamom classical beauty.

There are many dogs in the world, but they are still true love, and a group of friends are coming.

Qin Fei pulled the line, don't squeeze forward.

Wu Zhimin called: "Don't you know that she is a murderer? ”

Qin Fei asked, "Can I help you call?" of the madhouse. ”

Wu Zhimin still wanted to scream, but was stopped by others.

Jing Yuanshan didn't react at all.

Ershan glanced at the eldest sister and put down the ink.

Jing Yuanshan chose a good pen, licked the ink, and slowly prepared.

Qin Fei put the string on his wrist, and always felt that the little girl was a master?

Jing Yuanshan wrote: The wind does not disperse the scenery and fog, and the moon often smells the fragrance of green cakes.

Change the pen, look up and see that there are many people, so I won't inscribe. This is written in general.

There are so many people watching that they are already kneeling!

Jing Yuanshan moved, and Er Shan and Shanshan helped move this one aside.

Jing Yuanshan pressed it with a paperweight, lifted the pen, licked the ink, and continued.

A piece of amazement, even if you are a layman, you will still appreciate it when you see good things. Especially the beauty of the beauty!

Yan Dog is like a holiday! People have a good temperament, plus talent, a proper god!

Jing Yuanshan wrote: Losses can be eaten, and words cannot be eaten.

Talented showman: "Xingcao, I know this!" Suffering a loss is a blessing, and breaking a promise is not believing in one's word. ”

There was a discussion: "Suffering is a blessing, and you have to be so high!" ”

That's right, it is said that suffering losses is a blessing, looking at the words of beauties, different feelings.

Qin Fei affirmed: "Write me a picture, you can take it away." ”

Jing Yuanshan nodded and put pen to paper: There is a way for scholars, and good deeds are endless.

Someone shouted: "Is there a road in Book Mountain?" ”

An older man laughed: "That's wonderful." Books and mountains are not the same thing. ”

A young man made a decision: "The study room will buy this, and if it is empty, it will be practiced and practiced, and the child will also cultivate the spirit of books in the future." ”

The girlfriend asked, "Have you cultivated it?" Still, "I still like it." ”

An aunt asked Jing Yuanshan, "How long have you been practicing calligraphy?" ”

Another reminder, this Dai Xiao.

Jing Yuanshan took away her own words and chose two pens and two knives of paper.

Qin Fei generously gave her an inkstone, but she refused to accept it, although the pen was not cheap.