It is the peak tourist season, and the ten-mile water town in the Chujiang River area is full of tourists.

There are hundreds of old shops along the streets of Lanjiang Town, with all kinds of tempting snacks or exquisite handicrafts, which are dazzling and lively.

Different from the busy figures of his father and Lin Ran, a temporary worker, Lin Wanmo was sitting listlessly at the back of his shop, painting and inscribed poems on the fan that his father made by hand day and night.

The painting is almost fixed landscape flowers and lotus. Poetry is inseparable, and there are only a few back and forth.

Sometimes, at the request of customers, take a carving knife on the fan bone or fan handle to help engrave "xxx in Lanjiang souvenir", "to the beloved xxx", probably so the same thing.

In modern people, every household has a fan air conditioner, so the fan business of the Lin family's century-old shop has long been declining. But my father has always insisted on handicraft, saying that it is a handicraft that has been passed down and cannot be lost.

However, the cost of handmade fans is high, and the selling price is naturally not bad, often hundreds. Tourists are really willing to pay such a high price to buy back an item that is not commonly used and often carried, which is very rare.

Seeing that he couldn't make ends meet, his father finally listened to the persuasion and bought some fans from the factory from outside, and sold them in the shop.

Such an ordinary folding fan, but sold for ten yuan, twenty, in the July day, holding a paper fan, walking in the water town, but it is a "good" thing, or "just right" thing to decorate Sven, vassal elegance.

In the past, all this work was done by the mother. But because her mother has been unwell recently, she went to her grandmother's house of a retired old Chinese medicine doctor to recuperate, and she had to give up the plan to go to the mountains and rivers with her friends to see more of the beautiful rivers and mountains outside, and come back to help her father.

Just as Lin Wanmo was mechanically repeating the "copying" work that had no new ideas, suddenly Lin Ran, a small worker, stretched his head in, blinked and said with a smile: "Xiao Mo, come out and take a look, there is a strange person in the store." ”

Lin Wanmo was bored at this time, and when he heard something interesting, he didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, put down a half-painted lotus pond mandarin duck playing fan, and ran out.

At this time, it was close to lunchtime, there were many fewer pedestrians on the street outside, and there were no customers in the store, so the strange person that Lin Ran said in his mouth, Lin Wanmo saw it at a glance.

"IS THIS COSPLAY?" When Lin Wanmo saw that a young man in front of him was actually dressed as an ancient scholar, he couldn't help but complain.

I saw that he was wearing a blue ink robe, his black hair was combed in a neat bun on the top of his head, set in a delicate green jade hair crown, with a delicate face and bright and transparent eyes.

It's just that the kaftan is a little dirty, the collar is slightly yellowed, and there are more wrinkles, as if it hasn't been washed for a long time.

The moment he saw Lin Wanmo, who was wearing a loose T-shirt and a pair of light blue jeans, come out, the young scholar was stunned for a moment, and then involuntarily looked at her twice.

Lin Wanmo is known as the flower of the art department, and she naturally looks extremely delicate and beautiful, like a local delicate woman in a water town, but in fact, she is outgoing, lively and hot. At this time, seeing the young scholar looking like a pig brother, Lin Wanmo glanced at it and was about to say a few words to the other party.

The young man who looked like a scholar turned to talk to Dad Lin next to him, "Boss, I heard about the reputation of the Lin family's old shop in the community, so I came here on purpose. I happen to have a folding fan in my hand, which I got from someone else's hand, and I say it's an old object, I wonder if you can help me take a look? His accent was soft and flat, and although he spoke a little strangely, it sounded quite close to the local, but he looked very raw.

"Oh, this descendant, is there really such a good thing? Then you might as well take it out and I'll take a look. Father Lin, who is also a good fan, immediately became interested when he heard it, and automatically ignored the other party's rudeness just now.

With a soft sound, the young scholar took out a folding fan from the wide sleeves of his robe, then skillfully opened it and handed it over.

Dad Lin stretched out his hand to take it, and hurriedly just glanced at it, "Hey, this fan is really a good thing, a good thing, a ......."

Lin Wanmo was aroused by his father's two consecutive "good things", and he didn't bother with the "weird" for the time being, stepped forward and looked down.

This is a landscape painting folding fan, the scenery painted on the fan is very "ordinary", which is the most famous ancient morning light in Lanjiang Town, where the foot is located. Of course, it was a scene of the past, and after many modern commercial developments, it is long gone, but there are some old paintings and memories of old people.

The fan is all handmade, and each small bamboo pattern on the big bone of the fan is distinct, smooth and shiny, and there is hardly a trace of knife wounds. Holding it in the hand, you can even feel the fan owner's love for this thing, often playing, rubbing day and night, the more you touch the more moist, so that it seems to carry the aura of the person.

The person who makes the fan has delicate knife workmanship, excellent skills, every line of the whole folding fan is full of beauty, every process has almost reached the degree of perfection, the proportion of the structure is also appropriate, the grip in the hand, the feeling when opening and closing, all kinds of details are almost done to the extreme.

If that's all, Dad Lin is confident that as long as he is given enough time, he can barely do it. However, the mulberry paper used in front of the folding fan is slightly yellowish in color, simple and tough, revealing a strong atmosphere of the age, which can be seen at a glance and is not so easy to get good paper.

Many people may know that the raw materials of handmade fan bones are all to be aged, ranging from three to five years. Each piece of the bone of the new fan is usually still blue, so as to ensure the toughness and shine of the fan bone. But the fan handle and fan bone of the fan in front of me have been left green, the color is like amber, and it is like honey wax, moist and pleasing to the eye, and it is completely impossible to see what year it is, but people who know a little about the goods can almost confirm that it is an old object.

There is also the fan painting, the charm is simple and far-reaching, but the ink is fresh and moist, the scenery is "ordinary", look closely, but feel that the ancient appearance of the town back then, just like this, let people be immersive.

"Little Housheng, your fan, I'm sorry, I can't see a specific one, but I'm sure it's a great thing. What's that, you better take it back quickly and keep it safe. Father Lin hurriedly and carefully closed the folding fan and handed it back to the young scholar. There is still a folding fan, it is simply a precious cultural relic, and whoever changes it has to be regarded as a family heirloom, and find a place to hide it or offer it.

"Wow ......", the young scholar took the fan, his wrist flickered, he opened the folding fan again, and fanned it twice, the relaxed and casual action, but he couldn't help twitching when he saw Dad Lin's face, and he felt distressed.

"Boss, don't you know if you take this fan? How about a thousand, no, five hundred for you? Lin Wanmo was still thinking about the amazing fan painting just now, and suddenly heard the young scholar say this, she raised her head and looked at him in shock, this person is not only strange, but also a fool?

"Ah, receive? Why, little offspring, do you still want to sell it? Dad Lin was also taken aback, don't say one or two thousand for this kind of thing, even if he is afraid of losing his eyes, he is willing to gamble every minute.

"Yes, I came to travel to Lili, but after getting off the bus, I accidentally lost my belongings, and now it is difficult to move an inch." The young scholar spoke a little indistinctly, but the general meaning could still be understood, that is, the gift wallet was stolen. There are many people in the tourist area, and this kind of thing is not unusual.

"Lost your phone?" Dad Lin asked.

The young scholar shook his head.

"Little Housheng, you are like this, uncle has a phone here, do you want to call home and tell your family about your situation first?"

The young scholar shook his head again, "I just ran out because of a conflict with my family, and I don't want them to know about it for the time being." ”

"When is it all right, you can't give in? Otherwise, even if you call the police, when will your things come back, and whether they can come back, it's still a problem. After listening to the other party's explanation, Dad Lin was also a little difficult, thinking that he was probably a rich kid, maybe because of his independent behavior, he ran away from home because he didn't agree with his parents. He likes the fan very much, but he can't take advantage of the danger.

The young scholar still shook his head stubbornly, and then seemed to remember something, and a faint sadness suddenly appeared on his face and eyes.

Dad Lin looked at this and said helplessly, "Little Housheng, you fan, uncle doesn't dare to ask for it." If you want to go home, Uncle can help you. ”

"Boss, I have good intentions, but I am not favored without merit, and I am not favored without virtue. You don't accept your fan, so do you still accept people in your store? ”

As soon as the young scholar said this, Lin Wanmo, who had been a little pitiful to him just now, laughed out loud, and saw her father glaring at her immediately, she realized that she was a little out of shape, and quickly restrained her smile, but she secretly added a new label to the guy in front of her, and his face was thick enough.

"Little Housheng, you see that I have such a small shop, there are already three people, I really can't accept it, or you go to another house to ask." Dad Lin was embarrassed, and probably began to think that this weird young man was a trouble, and secretly thought that it would be better to be less troublesome, but he still refused as tactfully as possible.

"No, boss, oh, no, uncle, I can do a lot of work, painting, inscription, cleaning, running errands, etc. I've asked about other places, but it didn't work. Now I'm hungry, and I really have nowhere to go. The young man dressed as a scholar saw that Dad Lin had the meaning of "sending off guests", and he was immediately anxious, so he tried his best to promote himself, with an earnest expression and sincere words.

Dad Lin only felt that the temples on both sides of him were aching slightly, but the other party actually said this, and saw that his face was indeed hungry, and his heart couldn't help but soften, "That's it, little offspring, it's time for lunch, if you don't dislike it, just stay and have a meal, and later, Uncle will think of a way for you." ”

"Thank you boss, great kindness, you will be reciprocated by the spring", the young scholar listened to Lin's father's words, overjoyed, and thanked him, the etiquette is really like the ancient scholar and scribe.

Dad Lin looked at him like this, yes, this kid was stunned.

"Lin Ran, who are you taking with you, by the way, little offspring, forgot what your name is?"

"Boss, my name is Liu Jing."

"Liu Jing, yes, you follow Lin Ran, go behind there and eat something to fill your stomach first. We'll talk about the rest later. Seeing that a new guest happened to come in at this time, Dad Lin hurriedly explained a few words.

"Thank you, thank you......", the young scholar accepted it when he saw it, and without any more rambling, he followed Lin Ran away, and when he was finished, he habitually "......", and opened the folding fan in his hand again, and saw that Dad Lin in the back had a pain again.