The door of the shop was open, and it was obvious that Liang Youquan was there today, and there seemed to be a customer inside.

Nanxi walked in with Lu Yinchu, still very nervous.

Lu Yinchu said, "Don't delay your uncle's business, just take me to see it!" ”

Nanxi nodded, "Okay!" ”

On the other side, Liang Youquan had already seen Nanxi and a man with a straight posture walking in, slightly surprised, and was about to speak, Nanxi made a silent finger, and gestured again to let him continue to greet the guests regardless of their meaning.

Although Liang Youquan was puzzled, the guests were important at the moment, and he quickly shifted his attention away.

Liang Youquan's façade is really not very big, but from the comparison of the calligraphy and painting façade room on West Street, it is a little bigger, there are some calligraphy and ink paintings hanging on the walls around it, most of them are from Liang Youquan's hands, and a few seem to be very valuable, they are Nanxi's grandfather, and Nanxi's mother left, and even Nanxi's great-grandfather's posthumous works.

Lu Yinchu stared at the painting of Nanxi's great-grandfather for a long time and then moved away.

In the entire façade room, except for Liang Youquan and a small number of Liang Huiqing's calligraphy and painting works, everything else is not for sale.

Nanxi looked at the calligraphy and paintings written by her mother back then, and she also felt a little emotional.

She knew that her mother could write and paint, she was a talented girl, when she was in Hong Kong, because of the family's financial tension, her mother had written a notebook for a period of time, and then her father's business improved, and after a few years of struggle, the family finally had a house in a prosperous place like Hong Kong, and life was very satisfying.

Nanxi remembers that when she was very young, her mother once taught her to write calligraphy, perhaps inheriting her mother's talent, Nanxi's calligraphy is actually quite good, but she rarely writes, because compared with her mother, she feels that her writing is too ugly!

Nanxi's parents are mostly open-minded about Nanxi's teachings, and they don't embarrass her too much, and they encourage her to do whatever she likes......

For example, although Nanxi has some talent in calligraphy, she doesn't like it much in her heart, but likes to write some short stories when she has nothing to do.

When he was in the second grade of primary school, a 300-word fairy tale written by Nanxi was published in a primary school magazine, and many small articles were published one after another.

Nanxi felt that she had a problem with her language expression, but it was strange that what she couldn't say could be written with a pen.

She likes to write, but is not obsessed, she chose to major in Chinese, not to write, she has her own dreams, and she is not a writer.

About writing online romance novels, Nanxi has a lot of complaints about this, after coming to H City, she went to college, had relatives, uncles and grandmothers were all very good to her, and with their money, she would not be happy in her heart, so she could only play to her strengths to write novels.

That way, she received money every month, solved her living expenses, part of her tuition, and even occasionally bought something for her grandmother and uncle.

She is content with that.

Lu Yinchu's footsteps suddenly stopped, Nanxi was slightly stunned, looked at her line of sight, and for a while, her face burned.

Because the words were written by her: Go to the poor place of the water, and sit and watch the clouds rise!

Nanxi rarely writes, and this painting was forced by her uncle to write it during the Chinese New Year last year, but where did she think that her uncle would actually hang it out!

Gritting my teeth, I really feel like I'm losing my adult!

Just when she felt at a loss and couldn't find a hole to get into, the clear voice of the man next to her came, "It's well written!" ”

The incandescent lamp is turned on indoors, blended with the sunlight outside, and indifferently sprinkled on the man's shoulders and side face, making his temperament more elegant and compelling.

He stood there quietly, as if it had nothing to do with him whether it was noisy or quiet around him, making people feel rejected, but he didn't feel that this intimidating temperament would hurt you.

Hearing him lightly open his thin lips and praise her, Nanxi felt even more embarrassed, her eyes drooped slightly, and her voice was very soft, "Thank you!" ”

She thought that he should move on to the next one immediately, so she was ready, because the next one was written by his uncle, and it was also during the Chinese New Year last year, and his uncle finished writing it and told him a lot, and she had a good memory, and she remembered a little more or less.

At least fool the man in front of her, she thought, it shouldn't be a problem.

However, I suddenly remembered that Lu Yinchu once said that he likes calligraphy and painting, so will he understand it very well? Even, will write?

"Mr. Lu, do you also write calligraphy?"

Before her brain could turn back, she had already blurted out......

The man was stunned for a moment, and then lightly spat out a word, "Write." ”

Nanxi's intestines were blue, she lowered her head and didn't speak, and heard the man say, "But I don't write much, and it's not as good as what you write!" ”

"Ahem!" Nanxi choked up, and didn't know what to say!

The man smiled, and finally took a few steps forward, and went to see another word, Nanxi inhaled, and finally passed.

"By the way, yours is for sale! How much? ”

Huh? Nanxi looked up and looked at him with some puzzlement!

"Well, I want to buy it! Go to the poor place of the water and sit and watch the clouds rise! I love this poem! ”

So, because I like this poem, I don't mind how third-rate and amateurish the author who wrote this picture is...... Bought?

If Nanxi wants to stop it, it must stop it......

"Mr. Lu, if you really like it, I can ask my uncle to write this for you, he writes much better than me, and ......"

And it's even more collectible!

Before Nanxi finished speaking, the man waved his hand and refused, "No, just your pair, you know, I'm usually very busy, I don't have time to come over often, and I buy more things casually, if I wait for your uncle to finish writing and go, at that time, I may have lost interest in it!" ”

Liang Youquan's side, he successfully sold out two calligraphy and paintings, and only after sending off the guests did he come to Nanxi with a smile.

Just when he heard Lu Yinchu say that he wanted to buy Nanxi, his face showed a hint of joy, and he hurriedly answered, "Nanxi, don't be presumptuous, my uncle thinks that your handwriting is excellent, and it has your mother's style!" ”

Nanxi turned his head and looked at his uncle with a tangled expression, meaning: Uncle, will I be ashamed to speak with such a conscience!

Lu Yinchu smiled lightly and was silent.

Nanxi coughed, pulled Liang Youquan's arm and smiled with great difficulty, "Uncle, let me introduce to you, this is Mr. Lu, that is Mr. Mo's boss, I will take him here today to see the façade ......"

When Liang Youquan heard this, he was taken aback, and Lu Yinchu had already greeted him elegantly and politely, "Mr. Liang, hello, I'm Lu Yinchu!" ”

Liang Youquan shook hands with him, "Hello, welcome, Mr. Lu!" ”