"It's not good, it's not good, why are you so sad and miserable, shouldn't life be happy?"

Just when Yu Youwei and Chen Qi fell into memories, Lu Zhu turned around and shouted at them.

"Sister, I also thought of two lines of poetry, but I haven't come up with it yet, so let's go buy a fan first!"

Yu Youwei was shouted by Lu Zhu and came back to her senses, said hello, and looked at Chen Qi again, as if she had something to say to Chen Yan, but Yu Youwei glanced at it and lowered her head, a little cold.

"Big villain, you can come along, and when I get home later, I will compensate you for a piano." Luzhu jumped up and pulled Chen Yan, who was still sitting.

Chen Qi nodded hurriedly and followed behind the two, thinking to himself, he had nowhere to go, if he could rely on Yu Youwei's fame and let others see him playing the piano, would he slowly become known?

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, let Luzhu jokingly call himself a big villain, somehow, it was still a little warm, and thought of the first time he talked to a girl, thinking of the soft touch from his body when he just pounced on Yu Youwei, and the charming aroma, his heart was a little itchy, which made him a little at a loss.

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The three of them walked on Chang'an Street, along the way Chen Qi and Lu Zhu chatted very happily, Lu Zhu walked between the two, Yu Youwei looked a little indifferent, she seemed to be deliberately hiding something, she could show indifference and ruthlessness, but this should not appear in an eleven or twelve-year-old girl. If the green beads are like summer, the fish is like winter......

Three people came to buy a fan, the fan has been regarded as a "sleeve elegant thing" since ancient times, some poets and lyricists, in addition to drinking and composing poems, often chant poems while shaking the fan.

Like Yu Youwei, Lu Zhu, and even the women in the brothel, they all have a special affection for fans, and their favorite is a fan embroidered with delicate patterns, and preferably with the fragrance of camphor or sandalwood.

"Sister, which one do you like?"

Lu Zhu pointed to the colorful fan in front of him and asked Yu Youwei, these fans are really beautiful, all kinds of looks, some embroidered with a blooming peony, some painted a beauty, and some embroidered with a weeping willow, or engraved with a few small poems.

The fan is a middle-aged man, holding a folding fan is painting on it, it is not easy to write and paint on the folding fan, due to the different forms of the fan surface, uneven heights, and various materials, to create a momentum on it, chic and smooth, praiseworthy works, it really needs to be carefully designed, patient management, and repeated practice to achieve.

There were a lot of people in the stalls, men and women, and a few squirrel-looking readers, who were laughing and choosing on the side, and from time to time they also looked at the three of them.

Although Yu Youwei is cold, deep down she is still a little girl who yearns for beautiful things. But unlike others, she knows how to restrain herself.

Yu Youwei shook her head, "Sister doesn't like fans, you choose." ”

Midori pouted, a little unhappy. "Sister, you choose, how can there be girls who don't like fans!"

Yu Youwei couldn't help it, so she could only browse through the rows of fans, and after a glance, her gaze stopped at the top row of fans embroidered with maple leaves.

On the branch of the maple tree, there is a thrush drawn, the autumn mood is strong, the fan is carved with Hetian jade, at the tail of the fan, there is a goose-yellow amber, the amber is wrapped in a red maple leaf with a good form, and under the amber is a cyan tassel, which looks very precious.