Zuo Qiusheng looked up at Luo Anhua, his expression was very calm, and he didn't feel that he knew what a big deal these things were. He nodded and returned the box to Luo Anhua, and said, "Agarwood can give birth to agarwood, but it is a good medicinal material." Agarwood can not only be used in medicine, but also can be used as incense and condiments, and Sister Qingyin sometimes adds some to the wine. ”

Luo Anhua understood when he heard this, and it was still related to medicinal materials, no wonder this nerd understood, but he was still in the old business.

Although the stall owner didn't understand medical science, he also knew the value of agarwood, so he hurriedly echoed: "Yes! Look, even the little boy said so, you should understand the benefits of this box, right?"

Luo Anhua nodded, hooked his lips and smiled, and threw the box into Zuo Qiusheng's hand.

Zuo Qiu was startled, and hurriedly leaned over and reached out to take it into his arms. He was really frightened by Luo Anhua's action, and after holding it steady, he didn't forget to stare at him, as if accusing him of being rude to this box.

The stall owner watched Luo Anhua throw the box out, his heart jumped from his chest to his throat at once, and he saw the little boy take it into his arms, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt a sinking in his hand, subconsciously grabbed his palm, and when he looked down, he realized that there was a heavy ingot of gold lying in his palm!

He shuddered, it was gold!

Luo Anhua didn't look at him anymore, took a step forward, and said, "The thing is good, it's worth the price." ”

The stall owner was overjoyed, bowed to Luo Anhua's back, and said loudly: "Thank you for the generous reward, you go slowly!"

Zuo Qiusheng looked at the box in his hand in a daze, and hurriedly followed.

"Ghost ...... Division...... Uncle Shi, do you like this box?"

Luo Anhua glanced at his hand, the light in his eyes was very disdainful, and said, "It's not a rare beast, I like what it does." ”

Zuo Qiusheng didn't understand this, stared at a pair of confused big eyes and asked, "I don't like what you are buying it for?"

Luo Anhua looked at the stalls around him casually, and his tone was neither salty nor light, "I'm here, I have to buy something, look at this is not bad." ”

Zuo Qiusheng glanced down and felt that this made sense, but after thinking about it again, he became strange, "But this is a jewelry box, and it's useless for you to buy it." ”

Luo Anhua paused, his slightly deviated face seemed to be dyed with a layer of shallow and faint gentleness, looked down at the box, and lightly tapped the lid of the box with his left index finger, and opened his lips and said, "Since it's useless, let's give it a clear sound." ”

Zuo Qiusheng first looked at Luo Anhua in surprise, and then laughed, "Really?"

Luo Anhua didn't speak, and his steps were fast again.

Zuo Qiusheng hurriedly trotted to chase after him, laughing as he ran, "Sister Qingyin must be happy." ”

Luo Anhua didn't say anything more to him, but just turned his head and asked him, "What do you want to buy, have you turned over so many things?"

Zuo Qiusheng's smile dissipated suddenly, and he glanced at Luo Anhua a little uncomfortably, but immediately lowered his head again, did not answer, but asked hesitantly, "Uncle Shi, are you ...... What do you like?"

"Me?" Luo Anhua raised his eyebrows and looked down at him, "Why are you asking this?"

Zuo Qiusheng tilted his head, his hands holding the box tightened again, and said softly: "I...... I just want to know. ”

Luo Anhua looked at his awkward little expression, looked at the box in his hand again, and suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and laugh.

It just so happened that there was a calligraphy and painting stall not far ahead, and several rows of ropes were set up behind the stone platform, and a lot of works were hung up and down, and a white-bearded old man sat behind the stone platform, his eyes closed and motionless.

Luo Anhua looked at the rare quiet place in this lively market, and suddenly became interested, and said to Zuo Qiusheng: "Look at those calligraphy and paintings, but you have some skills. ”

Zuo Qiusheng looked up, then turned his face to look at Luo Anhua, the expression on his face was a little excited, and asked, "Do you like these?"

Luo Anhua looked into his eyes and smiled, turned his head and left, "Let's go over and have a look." ”

As soon as Luo Anhua walked to the stall and stood still, the old gentleman opened his eyes, smiled softly when he saw Luo Anhua's face, stretched out his hand and stroked his beard and said, "I am very happy to have friends from afar." ”

Luo Anhua smiled at the living person and replied, "How did Mr. know that we came from somewhere else?"

The old gentleman smiled self-deprecatingly and sighed: "Shawu Town is a small place, and the old man has lived here all his life, which is enough to recognize everyone." As he spoke, he looked at Zuo Qiusheng beside Luo Anhua again, and his smile became warmer, "If there are two such handsome sons in any family, it will really be a blessing from the previous life." ”

Luo Anhua looked at the old gentleman and smiled, and did not open his mouth to refute it extremely unusually.

Zuo Qiusheng wanted to clarify, but when he looked up at Luo Anhua's expression at this time, he finally pursed the corners of his lips and did not speak.

The old gentleman slowly stood up and asked with a smile, "Do the two sons like calligraphy and painting?"

Luo Anhua didn't answer, turned his head to look at Zuo Qiusheng, and said, "Look, is there any eye closure here?"

Zuo Qiusheng slowly took a step forward, and after taking a deep look at Luo Anhua, he put his eyes on those calligraphy and paintings, and looked carefully from left to right.

Luo Anhua stood aside, standing silent.

Zuo Qiusheng put down the box in his hand and carefully selected it. Looking at the freehand landscapes, I only feel that it is better than those gold and silver ornaments, but when I really want to pick out one from it, I feel that none of them are really liked at a glance, so I made it difficult to look at it, and my eyebrows were slightly locked.

Seeing his expression, Luo Anhua couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, this kid is really not smart, he can't even choose a gift. Just as Luo Anhua was about to pick one by himself, Zuo Qiusheng in front of the stall took out something from a piece of calligraphy and painting.

His eyes flashed brightly, Zuo Qiusheng turned his head, unfolded the object and held it up in front of Luo Anhua, and asked with some hesitation: "Look at it, is this good?"

Luo Anhua fixed his eyes and saw that the child was holding a folding fan in his hand, and the side facing him was unfolded, and in the large snow-white fan, only a clump of orchids was painted with ink.

"Not bad," the old man nodded and chuckled, and praised: "Empty Valley Youlan, the little boy has a noble heart. ”

Zuo Qiusheng didn't dare to bear this kind of praise, so he hurriedly turned around and shook his head at the old gentleman, and hurriedly explained: "It's not me, it's not me. ”

As he spoke, he hurriedly turned around and looked at Luo Anhua, pursed his lips a little nervously, and then said, "I think it's suitable for you." ”

Luo Anhua looked at the clump of bluegrass, and when he looked at Zuo Qiusheng's innocent face, something suddenly jumped in his chest with a "bang", shaking his entire body.

It seems like I haven't felt this in hundreds of years.

Zuo Qiusheng slowly took a small step forward, held the fan in front of Luo Anhua's eyes, and asked tentatively, "I'll give it to you, okay?"

Luo Anhua's expression calmed down, revealing a sincere expression that he had almost never had before. But the next moment, when he looked at Zuo Qiusheng, he laughed again, and the smile was full of self-deprecation, "Noble conduct, you want to give it to me?"

Zuo Qiusheng was a little dazed by his laughter, his big eyes blinked in confusion, but he still nodded vigorously without hesitation, "Well, do you like it?"

Luo Anhua looked deeply into Zuo Qiusheng's eyes, but only saw sincerity in them. I couldn't help but sigh secretly, it turns out that I am like this in your heart.

However, how could the ghost king of the demon world be a youlan. Luo Anhua smiled helplessly, this kid is still too stupid.

Suddenly, Zuo Qiusheng's face changed, he glanced at Luo Anhua with some embarrassment, took the fan back, and hurriedly turned around and ran back to the stall.

First, he hurriedly took out a silver ingot from his chest, then put down the fan, respectfully handed the silver to the old gentleman with both hands, and said, "Here you go." He laughed as soon as he could, but before the old gentleman could speak, he hurriedly picked up the fan and ran back to its original position, and held it up to Luo Anhua, who was full of surprise, and smiled happily, "Now it's mine, I'll give it to you, okay?"

Only then did Luo Anhua understand, looking at the old gentleman who was also surprised by Zuo Qiusheng's actions, he smiled helplessly, and reached out to take the fan.

Zuo Qiusheng smiled even brighter, as if he had accomplished an extremely remarkable thing, and said softly: "Sure enough, you are holding it with a special match!"

Luo Anhua couldn't bear to spoil his mood, and reached out and patted his little head.

The old gentleman glanced at the fan in Luo Anhua's hand, casually put the ingot of silver on the stall, bent down to take away the calligraphy and painting in front of him, cleared out a flat countertop, and took out the pen and ink from under the stage, and said with a smile: "Old and decrepit, the upper side of this fan has been left clumsy, and the other side, please ask the son to make a sum himself." ”

Luo Anhua was not polite, he stepped to the front of the stage, and when he laid out the fan flatly, he had already thought of the words in his mind.

Flicking his sleeve with his left hand, he took the pen handed over by the old gentleman, Luo Anhua suddenly smiled, and wrote a big "ghost" word all over the fan.

Zuo Qiusheng looked at the word, his smiling face disappeared all of a sudden, and he looked up at the old gentleman's face a little nervously, and his heart was beating endlessly.

"This," the old gentleman looked at Luo Anhua puzzled, "What does Childe mean by this?"

Luo Anhua looked at the word and nodded with satisfaction, put down the pen before saying to the old gentleman, "It's just a word, what's the difference between writing gods and ghosts." ”

Although the old gentleman was still puzzled, he didn't ask again, just smiled, "The son is free and easy, but he is really temperamental." ”

Luo Anhua took the fan in his hand, looked at the bush of Youlan and smiled again, "Mr. Mobao, it's not in vain." ”

"Hey," the old gentleman shook his head, pointed to the calligraphy and painting on the table, "The old man is poor and poor, I'm afraid I can't find the little boy's money, if the son doesn't dislike it, why don't you pick a few more?"