Chen Qi looked at Yu Youwei's smile, and suddenly felt that something in his heart had melted, and some inexplicable feelings seemed to be quietly generated.

"Hey, big bad, what are you looking at?" Lu Zhu saw Chen Yan staring at Yu Youwei intently, a little angry, and raised her voice to shout at him, but it sounded very cute, without any deterrence.

"Huh? Oh, I..."Chen Qi was asked abruptly by the green beads, and couldn't help but be embarrassed and couldn't say anything, but it made Yu Youwei giggle, it was really laughing The ice and snow melted, and the sun was just right.

Chen Qi looked even more stunned...

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"Chen Gongzi, didn't you say that your master has a beautiful white paper fan? Do you want to have a white paper fan of your own, just take it as a thank you gift from me and my sister. Yu Youwei laughed for a while and suddenly thought.

She feels that there is no good in this world, even if it is between men and women, even if it is love, even if she doesn't understand love and hasn't experienced love. She also feels that love is not simply one person being good to another, but two people getting along equally and intimately.

She thinks that this should be the case with her friends, and even more so with love. Because they are more likely than strangers to be happy and sad because of you, and to be heartbroken because of your ruthlessness.

Chen Qi really wanted a white paper fan, a white paper fan like Master. Maybe in this way, he will be able to play the piano as well as the master, and when he is upset and misses the master, he can look at the fan in his hand as if he saw the master.

"Shopkeeper, how do you sell this paper fan?" Yu Youwei stretched out her hand and pointed to a fan with a pure white surface, and the fan bone was a white folding fan made of golden silk nanmu, exuding the unique aroma of nanmu. The fan looks clean and elegant, but it matches Chen Yan's temperament very well.

The middle-aged man was still wiping the gold ingot he had just received with the sleeve in his hand, looked up and smiled, "This fan is also a good fan, but the young man gave too much money just now, and I really feel a little sorry for it." In this way, you can pick two fans from my stall, and I won't charge you any extra money. ”

As soon as Lu Zhu heard this, he immediately ran up and took down the white paper fan and took down a fan embroidered with oblique willows next to him, which was quite similar to the big willow tree next to them when they stopped to rest just now.

The boss glanced at it, nodded, and signaled that it was okay. Lu Zhu stuffed the white paper fan into Chen Yan's hand, and picked up the fan and fiddled with it.

"Sister, look at my fan, it seems to be ivory, embroidered with a big willow tree, like what we just saw. I'm going to give the fan a name, yours is called Momiji, mine is called Green Willow! ”

"Hey, big villain, do you have a name for your fan?"

Lu Zhu looked up at Chen Yan, he was holding the fan with both hands in a daze, his fingers didn't even dare to grasp the fan, he gently held the handle of the fan with one hand, and gently unfolded the fan, the snow-white fan looked more delicate against the backdrop of Chen Qi's white clothes, but it always made people feel that something was missing.

"Something seems to be missing." Chen Qi said.

"Missing Braille." Yu Youwei smiled.

"That's right, who has a blank fan, I see that the fans in the hands of people who come and go on this road are either painting or writing, especially those sisters and friends, some of their fans are painted on the front, and some are painted on both sides, the paintings are beautiful, and the white piece always feels weird." Green Bead echoed on the side.

"But what to write?" Yu Youwei said indifferently.

"Why don't you just write the poem that the fish girl just made on it!" Chen Qi thought for a while, and suddenly blurted out.

"This ...... The little woman is not a celebrity, and if you copy the little woman's poem on it, you are afraid that you will be laughed at, so it is better to write a poem by Li Taibai, his poems are floating out of the dust, and your temperament is very compatible. ”

"Sister, everyone said they wanted to write your poems, you just let him write them, look at the loss on the face of the big villain."

"Yes, girl, the son of the family is full of love, and it is not a shame to write your poems." The fan seller on the side actually followed suit. "In this way, I see that you and I also have a fate, why don't you say, I will write it on the fan for you."

"Here, there is Mr. Law." Chen Qi immediately became excited when he heard this, and immediately handed over the fan. Then he said something next to the fan seller, and the fan seller picked up the brush and began to write and draw on the fan, but Yu Youwei only read it once, and Chen Yan remembered the poem clearly.

After a while, the fan surface was painted, and on the left side of the fan surface was Yu Youwei's poem "Emerald even the barren shore, smoke into the far building." Xiao Xiao's stormy night, frightening dreams add to sorrow. On the right side is a plain-clothed woman leaning on the railing and looking at the hazy pavilion in the distance.

Looking closely, the woman and Yu Youwei that night are really a little similar, and the calligraphy and painting skills of the fan seller are also very good, the brushstrokes are elegant, and the paintings are also very aura, which adds a lot of color to the whole fan.