(Finally got my wish and rushed to the recommendation list, the first time in my life, with the first time, is the second time still far away?

Today is Mo Sanniang's birthday, so Chen Jianchen went home for dinner - he had already bought the gift, a silver hairpin, the workmanship is good, although it is not a craftsman's product, but it is also exquisite.

Now Chen Jianchen's pen and ink market has risen, and he has gradually become famous among the consignment authors of Slush Zhai, and every work is very popular.

Among them, his song "Dusk" has made great contributions and brought a lot of fame.

Fame and fortune, fame and fortune, fame before profit. Especially under the political system of the Celestial Dynasty, reputation is especially important. With the halo of fame, you can often get twice the result with half the effort. Therefore, for the sake of reputation, many scholars and doctors do not hesitate to spend a lot of money.

Of course, the popularity of pen and ink is also closely related to Chen Jianchen's own level, and his words, after long-term and persistent practice, have gradually entered a better state and reached a certain level of attainment.

He is willing to learn, dare to innovate, and gradually develop a personal style.

In addition, every time Chen Jianchen writes a word, the content is either a warning out of context or a famous poem. Unlike ordinary people, they write pen and ink, and copy the words on it according to the four books of sages.

This is very different.

It can be said that half of what he sells is his own pen power, and half is the talent of his predecessors.

The two complement each other perfectly, and the style is awe-inspiring. Therefore, even if the price is higher, people like to buy it, and they will not choose those mediocre pen and ink.

In fact, the market for pen and ink is very large, and many families will buy calligraphy works from time to time, either to decorate them for the elegance of vassals, or to give them as gifts, or to think that they are collectible, and to keep them, so that when the author becomes famous, they can be sold at a high price.

Chen Jianchen's pen and ink market is good, so the shopkeeper Li treats him differently, greets him very thoughtfully, blows the wind vigorously, and asks him to write more, it is best to write a dozen paintings a day, and he can make a lot of money.

But where would Chen Jianchen listen to his remarks?

Calligraphy pen and ink belong to art, not copying books and writing silently, and cannot be mass-produced. If it is for the sake of seeking benefits in the short term, it is tantamount to killing chickens and taking eggs and destroying one's future.

Therefore, he still walked at his own pace, and even more strictly, and when he wrote out that he was not satisfied, he would tear it up and throw it into the paper basket.

A gentleman should be strict with himself!

In this way, he was able to write a pair of calligraphy that suited his heart almost every three days, and he was consigned to the slush house, and over time, he also sold a lot of silver. Most of them are used to pay off debts. Although Wang Fu said that he was not in a hurry to pay it back, he even hinted that he didn't have to pay it back at all. But Chen Jianchen resolutely refused, friendship is friendship, the number should be clear, there is borrowing and repaying, and it should be clearly divided.

After selling words to pay off debts, Chen Jianchen's remaining money is now relatively shabby, and in order to buy this hairpin for his mother's birthday, he almost poured everything on his body. But he didn't feel distressed at all, compared with Mo Sanniang's dedication to himself, compared to the two, this small hairpin is nothing.

It's not worth mentioning.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

Probably so.

As the sun was setting, Chen Jianchen walked lightly down the street and walked towards his new home at the east end of the street.

When passing through a crossroads, I looked up and saw a carved two-person sedan chair parked in front of me, parked outside the door of a cloth shop.

Chen Jianchen inadvertently glanced at it, and happened to see a girl walking out of the store.

The girl is tall, her clothes are flying, her face is completely free of fat powder, her face is white and pure, her eyebrows are like Yuandai, her eyes are flowing, not autumn bō, better than autumn bō, jiāobō flowing wisdom, fine willow posture, is unscrupulously showing a suffocating beauty.

Chen Jianchen was feeling a little familiar, but the girl saw him, and suddenly opened her mouth and shouted, "Chen Jianchen, why are you here?"

This title is completely out of the normal vulgar name.,It's shocking.,Never imagined that it would come from the mouth of a beautiful girl who looks like everyone's lady.。

It's a bit of a shocking taste!

There are many people on the street, who have heard of it.

Chen Jianchen's mind flashed, and he blurted out: "Nie Xiaoqian, it turns out that you are here!"

It was only when the words were spoken that I felt that something was wrong.

Over there, Nie Xiaoqian pursed her lips and smiled, and the style of the moment made the sunset on the horizon lose it. But the girl said no more, got into the sedan chair, was carried by two sedan chair men, and babbled in the other direction.

Chen Jianchen watched the sedan chair go away, and his heart was full of flavors: time and space changed, things changed and people changed, but there seemed to be some things in the dark that had not changed at all. A chance encounter, the simplest greeting, but it instantly makes people feel that time and space overlap together, without the slightest flaw.

Why are you here?

It turns out that you are also here......

Could it be that in the bottom of my heart, I have always been looking for such an encounter?

Chen Jianchen suddenly sighed:

When he came to this world, he had already changed a lot, and his past and present lives had been blended together in a confused way, and he no longer separated from each other.

Whether it is a dream of a butterfly or a dream of Huangliang, it is a kind of life between dreams and reality, in which people are just seeking some real meaning of existence.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Chen Jianchen's body, there was a warmth in the smoke, he was standing stunned, and suddenly a maid ran in front of him, he recognized that it was the person who followed Nie Xiaoqian.

The maid trotted all the way, ran a little panting, ran in front of Chen Jianchen, her little face was red, she calmed down her breath a little, and quickly gave a respectful salute, and then said: "Chen Gongzi, my young lady wants to ask you to write a word." ”

Chen Jianchen asked, "What kind of words do you write?"

The maid said: "Miss didn't say, she just asked you to write a word, and you can write whatever you like." ”

Is that so?

Chen Jianchen seemed to have an understanding.

The maid said again: "Chen Gongzi, please, I'll go back to serve Miss Shì first." He saluted again, and ran back again. After all, she is a maid of a large family, and the etiquette is clear, and it is not bad at all. On the contrary, her young lady seems to be a wonderful person who regards etiquette as a shackle, and whenever she has the opportunity, she always has to earn and shake it off.

Chen Jianchen was silent for a while, then burst out laughing, ignoring the surprised and inexplicable gazes around him, and strode towards home.

In the house, Ah Bao was busy early.

Today is Godmother's birthday, and she doesn't allow Mo Sanniang to cook, inside and out, all by herself. At a young age, he can burst out with great energy.

That Mo Sanniang couldn't stay idle, weaving cloth in the room. Although she moved into the city, she did not give up her weaving skills, which allowed her to pass the time and earn some money to support her family. What's more, she is a person who is used to doing things, and she can't be idle at all.

"Mother, I'm back!"

Chen Jianchen pushed open the door, and his mood was already quiet.

c@。