"Big bad, I'm going to write my poems on it too!" Lu Zhu looked at Chen Qi holding the fan in her arms as if she had obtained a treasure, and she felt a little uncomfortable, as if she had a sour feeling, so she suddenly thought of writing her poems on the back of the fan, and she wanted to be like her sister and let Chen Qi write her poems on the fan.

"This ......" Chen Qi hesitated for a moment, then nodded, he is not very good at rejecting others, and he has never refused anyone. However, Sister Green Bead, do you have any good works in mind? ”

Luzhu closed her eyes and shook her head, she remembered the big willow tree just now, the branches of the willow tree were tied to the boat, and under the boat were fish coming and going, and she paced back and forth, like a poet.

After a while, Lu Zhu said in a childish childish voice, "The shadow is paved on the autumn water, and the flowers fall on the fisherman's head." The root is an old Tibetan fish cave, and the branches are low passenger boats. ”

"My sister is really literary, but she is endowed with willows by the river?" Although Yu Youwei knew that Luzhu was talented and intelligent, she didn't expect that the seven-year-old would be able to say something, her eyes were surprised and happy, and she couldn't help but praise from the bottom of her heart.

"Well, it's the willow tree by the river. How's that, Big Badass! It's not a shame to write my poems on your fan, is it? ”

Chen Qi looked at the little sister in front of him with some amusement and anger. Once again, he handed the fan to the middle-aged man.

The fan seller can also be called well-informed, but today the two girls still surprised him a lot, I didn't expect this eleven or twelve-year-old girl to be able to chant a profound poem of melancholy, and I didn't expect that this seven or eight-year-old girl doll could also compose poems on the spot, and the text was in order, with far-reaching implications.

Maybe there are some things that really have to talk about talent, I have read books for more than 20 years, not to mention poetry, but I can't even read other people's works, and I feel dizzy when I look at a longer article, and I can't even mix it with a showman.

However, writing and painting every day is a good hand of calligraphy, plus his ancestors are all in the fan business, and he can only become the most despised businessman of readers. But it's not too embarrassing to be somewhat involved with Fengyue.

The middle-aged man stayed for a while before he picked up the pen and splashed ink on the fan, and the small poem with green beads was engraved on it. On one side, too, there is a fluttering riverside willow tree.

"Little girl, does this poem have a name?"

Luzhu shook his head when he heard this.

"Since it's a willow tree by the river, let's call it "Endowed with Riverside Willows""

Lu Zhu has never given a name to his poems, nor has he thought that one day his poems will have a name, he only knows how to be happy at the moment, and nods vigorously.

So there was another line of words next to Luzhu's poem.

Originally, the fan was perfect, but unfortunately neither poem was signed, if the fan seller asked for more names that afternoon, if one of the three asked for a name, maybe the fate of all three would have changed because of this, and now this opportunity has been lost.

Lost forever......

The pear blossoms on the side of the road bloom beautifully, and they are reflected in the gentle afterglow of the sunset at dusk, just like pear blossoms blooming in the fire, shining brightly.

After a gust of wind, thousands of pear blossoms rushed into the sky with the flying catkins, and slowly fell, falling on people's hair and arms, falling on the river to the east, falling on the silent corner, and falling on the palm of the green bead.

"Sister, this pear blossom is so beautiful, and it's so fragrant, shall we go pick one?" Green beads held the falling pear petals and said happily.

Yu Youwei frowned, she also loves flowers, but she doesn't like to pick flowers, she thinks it will ruin the original appearance of flowers. "You don't have to pluck a flower to like it."

"What about liking someone? Doesn't it have to be together? Chen Yan on the side suddenly asked, his eyes staring at Yu Youwei, his eyes were a little hot, like the sun that was gradually going west.

"I haven't liked anyone else, I don't know." Yu Youwei avoided Chen Yan's gaze and said slowly.

"Don't, what you like has to become your own to be valuable, and the person you like has to become your own!" Lu Zhu was a little unhappy, and ran to the bottom of a pear tree, "Big villain, bring me a branch down!" ”

…………

Chen Qi still helped the green beads pick a branch down, making his already dirty clothes a little more muddy, and also stained with a little pear blossom smell, he really wouldn't refuse others, and the master didn't teach him how to refuse a person.

Luzhu got what she wanted, she got the pear blossom she thought was the best-looking, but she didn't know that there were not many people in the world who were willing to dirty their clothes and pick flowers for themselves, Chen Qi in front of her was one, but in the future, such people would become more and more difficult to meet, and they would never even be able to meet again.

The pear blossoms are really beautiful, the young man who picks the pear blossoms is also beautiful, the green beads that play with the pear blossoms are also beautiful, and the fish Youwei who is unwilling to pick the pear blossoms is also beautiful, because they are pure, because they have not been baptized by the world, in the dusk, they shine like jewels, that is the color of youth, the color of dreams.