The next day, the little girl and Su Yuan started their morning jog under Xiaohong's watch.

The small county town of Ping'an is not big, but it is also a lot of exercise to run around.

Halfway through the run, there was already a thin layer of sweat on the little girl's head, and she ran angrily, and from time to time she looked back at Xiaohong, who was riding a bicycle, and then showed a disdainful look.

Xiaohong turned a blind eye to the little girl's contempt, but seemed to speed up under her feet, "Hurry up, Xiaomeizi, your speed is slow again." ”

"I'm not slow!" The little girl said angrily, "Uncle wants us to go for a morning run, but you ride a bicycle, and when Uncle comes back, I will tell him that you are lazy and let him spank you." ”

"Okay." Xiaohong smiled and said, "Actually, Aunt Xiaohong especially likes your uncle's big ass. ”

"Humph!" The little girl stopped and pouted vigorously at Xiaohong, "Liar! Aren't you afraid of pain? ”

"Hmm~" Xiaohong also jumped off the bicycle and said mysteriously, "Of course my brother-in-law doesn't hurt anymore." ”

"I don't believe it!" The little girl continued to snort, and then jumped on the back frame.

"Why did you get up? I'm not done yet! Xiaohong shook the handlebars, trying to panic the little girl.

The little girl grabbed the seat of the car tightly, "If you don't run, you won't run, what else will I run?" ”

"That's it. Go home for dinner! Xiaohong was also hungry this time, so she didn't bother with the little girl anymore, and pushed the bicycle to prepare to go home.

When I was about to get home, I noticed an old man at the entrance of the commissary, as if waiting for the store to open.

If it's just an old man, it won't attract Xiaohong's attention, but the old man is followed by Yamamoto Kazuki, an old silver coin, it would be unusual.

This made Xiaohong realize that the identity of this old man was more complicated and noble than she imagined.

The little girl also noticed Yoshio Shinozuka and said unhappily, "Why is he here again?" ”

Xiaohong naturally knew what the girl said about Yoshio Shinozuka, "Isn't it good for him to come?" He's rich, so he'll sell him a few of your bears. ”

The little girl didn't seem to listen to Xiaohong's words, she twisted her head to the side, and her little mouth kept turning and she didn't know what she was muttering.

Rubbing the little girl's head, Xiaohong said, "If you don't want to go back, I'll deal with her." ”

"Who said that I didn't want to, it's rare to come to the door to be wronged, and I just make a lot of money." The little girl jumped out of the car, put away her unwilling expression, and replaced it with an innocent look.

At the entrance of the commissary, Xiaohong stopped the car and took the initiative to greet Yamamoto, "Hello Yamamoto Daisa." ”

Yamamoto returned the salute, "Hello, Miss Anhong." ”

Xiaohong saluted Yoshio Shinozuka again, "Hello old man. ”

"Hello!" Yoshio Shinozuka also smiled and returned the salute.

Xiaohong turned to Yamamoto and asked, "Yamamoto Daisa, is this old gentleman your elder?" ”

"He is my uncle, Ryūji Yamamoto, a painter, and this time he came to China to collect style." Yamamoto did not reveal the true identity of Yoshio Shinozuka, but used a statement that had been prepared a long time ago.

When a few people were chatting politely, Xiaohong and Su Yuan had already lowered the door and opened the door of the commissary.

The little girl didn't have stage fright, as usual, she carried her special small stool to the counter, and said in non-standard Japanese, "Welcome." ”

Listening to the little girl's immature child's voice, Yoshio Shinozuka showed a charitable smile, and then walked to the counter to look at the few exhibits in the store again.

After looking at it for a while, Yoshio Shinozuka asked, "Little girl, is there anything special?" Just like yesterday's delicate set of stationery? ”

The little girl blinked.

Do not understand!

She knows a little Japanese and learned from Xiaohong, and there are only a dozen sentences together.

Of course, I can't understand what Shinozuka is talking about.

Casting a look at Xiaohong for help, Xiaohong hurriedly smiled and translated for her a few times.

After listening to the translation, the little girl hurriedly took out a bear toy and a few pens from under the counter.

The bear toys are home-made, and the fountain pen is the inventory in Xu San's warehouse, which is a product of later generations.

Although it is a bargain, there are a few simple shapes that seem a little unusual in this era.

Shinozuka loves calligraphy and is naturally very interested in pen objects.

So as soon as the pen was taken out, he immediately played with it, which was quite a bit of a love affair.

I dipped it in ink and wrote a few words and tried the feel.

As soon as she wrote, Shinozuka's brows couldn't help frowning.

It looks good, but the writing doesn't feel good.

The words written out are too thin, scratch the paper.

I put down the pen in my hand and tried a few others.

It's all the same problem, it's too fine, it's hard to control.

Xiaohong saw Shinozuka's hesitation, so she stepped aside and asked, "Is the old gentleman dissatisfied with the pen?" ”

"It's too thin!" Shinozuka put down his pen and said with a little regret.

"Isn't it good to be finer? You can write in small print. Xiaohong forcibly explained.

"No, no, it's not a matter of the size of the word, it's a matter of the change of the pen, and if you want to write the change so carefully, you need very good pen control skills, and it is limited by the limit of the pen."

Xiaohong looked down at the few Chinese characters that Shinozuka had just written.

It's very good-looking, it looks round, but where the pen passes is faintly revealed.

As a talent who has been trained by the courtyard, Xiaohong has been involved in calligraphy and painting, just by looking at the few words written by Shinozuka at will, you can know that this bad old man's calligraphy attainments are not shallow.

Acting on the spot, carrying people in a sedan chair is naturally a compulsory subject in the yard.

For Shinozuka dissatisfied with the tip of the pen being too thin, she can naturally deal with it casually, "No, no, you already wrote very well." Words are like people, even if you don't meet and can't see your face, you can feel that you are dignified and elegant, elegant and easy-going. Take a closer look, your word faintly reveals the spirit of a king, either Wenneng Anbang or Wu Ke Dingguo, so no matter what pen in your hand, you can write good words. ”

Xiaohong's touting is touting, and Yoshio Shinozuka, who is as steady as an old dog, is a little embarrassed.

Although he has been in the army, he is often patted by people, but the army has the style of the army, and it is impossible for Xiaohong to say it so well.

Xiaohong's words were very good, and Yoshio Shinozuka was very useful to listen to, but he still waved his hand and said humbly, "The girl's words are too good, my words are just average, and there is still a considerable distance from what you said." But you're right, whether the words are good or not has little to do with the pen. ”

"That's it!" Xiao Hongle said hehehe, "So, you want these pens?" ”

"Don't use that much?" Yoshio Shinozuka smiled and chose two relatively easy to use, "Just these two." ”

"Okay, it's a total of eleven yuan, and if I wipe it for you, I'll charge you ten yuan." Little Red smiled and put the pen in the box and wrapped it.

Handing the pen to Yoshio Shinozuka, Red continued to ask, "Do you need anything else?" (End of chapter)