When Lanshan saw that I didn't speak, he thought I didn't want to.

In order to think about me, Lanshan quickly knelt down and called out to Old Lady Mei "godmother", but Old Lady Mei did not respond to her.

Seeing this, I quickly helped Lanshan up.

I looked up at Old Lady Mei, and I finally made up my mind and knelt down fiercely.

"Godmom, my son kowtowed to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Mrs. Mei threw three coins in front of me.

"Godmom, what are you doing?" I picked up the three coins and put them in my hand, and asked in confusion.

But Old Lady Mei smiled and immediately signaled me to stand in front of her.

"This is the three coins for destruction of ghosts left to me by Master Zhang Tian. Since you are my godson from now on, then I will naturally think of you if I have any good things."

It turns out that Old Mrs. Mei meant that she wanted to give me the treasures in the world.

To be honest, I was a little flattered when I received the gift.

After all, the original intention of entering this tailor shop was to ask someone for help, but unexpectedly, in the end, we actually recognized a godmother.

"Thank you godmother, my son will definitely keep it well."

I leaned over to Old Lady Mei, asked her to reach out and touch the back of my neck, and then put the three coins on my neck.

"You can use the room next to you. As for rent, the family will not speak two people."

I never thought that Old Mrs. Mei would be so generous, and her actions must be treated sincerely.

After thanking us for a lot of gratitude, the three of us respectfully left the tailor shop, and with the keys, we opened the door of the shop next door.

This shop looks like it has been a certain age, but fortunately, the facilities inside are quite good.

After thoroughly cleaning, Lanshan and Mou Xingchen went out to buy things. As for me, what I have to do now is to find someone with great calligraphy and write a plaque for me.

After our discussion last night, we unanimously decided that this Yin-Yang shop was called "Qiankun Pavilion".

It has the meaning of heaven and earth as the greatest, and it also has a certain pattern, which is perfect.

Although I had been to this town for a short time, most of the people in the town were hospitality, so before I could go far, I had already found a retired middle school teacher under the guidance of others.

From a distance, I saw that the middle school teacher was playing chess with someone at this time.

It seems that he is about to lose.

I understood his mood, so I just stood quietly aside and watched them play.

Three or five minutes later, the middle school teacher completely lost.

He slapped his thighs dejectedly. When someone asked him that he could not get down, he hesitated for a long time and finally decided to go home.

Just in time, it made me successful.

After turning a small street, I saw a garden in front of me, so I walked up quickly and started chatting with the middle school teacher.

"Is it Teacher Zhang Wen? I have been long-lasting and long-term."

Although Teacher Zhang doesn’t know who I am, he still has to give the scholars face.

After a simple handshake, I expressed my intentions.

"I heard that Teacher Zhang's writing is precious for a long time. Today I came to you to ask you to write a plaque for my new shop."

When Teacher Zhang heard this, his eyes were filled with surprise.

It can be seen that he is a person who likes writing very much, so when others ask him for calligraphy, he always acts generously.

"Of course, you can go home with me now and I can write it out in a moment."

Teacher Zhang's enthusiasm made me a little flattered.

"Is this Teacher Zhang's home? Why does it look like..."

"The humble house is a bit dilapidated, I hope you don't mind."

Of course I don’t mean this, but in the eyes of people like me who are familiar with the industry, Mr. Zhang’s home was taken from Feng Shui.

In order to confirm my guess, I specifically asked Teacher Zhang about his life in his later years with indirect questions.

"Oh, don't mention it. I, Zhang Wen, had a smooth life in the first half of my life. I was about to be promoted, but I didn't expect that a student in the school who committed suicide due to depression and took off his post directly."

"What about your children?"

After entering the door, I found that in this simple two-bedroom apartment, there was no atmosphere of life for young people.

The cramped space makes me feel a little helpless.

But I still understand the basic politeness. I picked up the tea on the table and moistened my throat a little.

Teacher Zhang, who came out of the kitchen with fruits, looked sad when he heard me ask about his children.

Sitting on the sofa, Teacher Zhang looked a little older at this time.

"I spent my whole life sending my children abroad and giving them the best future, but I didn't expect that in the end, I would live alone."

Teacher Zhang's loneliness made me see clearly.

I reached out and patted Teacher Zhang on the shoulder, but I didn't say anything.

Because I know in my heart that this is someone else's housework, and I, an outsider, have no right to ask about it.

"Forget it, it's okay not to mention these sad things. You sit down first, and I'll go in and pick up the pen and grind the ink immediately."

"I'd better go in with you. Just leave it to me for small things like grinding ink."

Teacher Zhang looked up at me, and finally nodded in agreement with my proposal.

Following Teacher Zhang, I stepped into his study.

As soon as I entered the door, I felt a very strong smell of ink, which was thrust into my nose.

And I like this taste quite well.

Looking around, Teacher Zhang's study was filled with his pen and ink.

There are characters and paintings, and what makes me curious is that at the center of the study, there is a painting of a beautiful woman playing the pipa.

Before I knew it, I actually walked to the painting.

Maybe I was too involved. Just when my hand was about to touch the painting, Teacher Zhang quickly called me.

"Don't touch it!"

Hearing the sound, I quickly recovered from my awakening.

When I turned my head and saw that Teacher Zhang's expression was very nervous at this time, as if I was afraid that others would touch his treasure for many years.

I felt a little guilty, so I stood at the desk and apologized to him.

When Teacher Zhang saw the painting I was away from, his expression finally relaxed.

But because of the episode just now, Teacher Zhang's attitude towards me became much colder.

Seeing him like this, I regretted it very much. In order to ease the atmosphere between us, I specially found a topic and wanted to talk to him for a few words, but unexpectedly, every time I just spoke a few words, Teacher Zhang ended the topic.

"I want to concentrate on writing, please don't make a noise."

I touched my head awkwardly, and then I focused on polishing the ink with a look of embarrassment, not daring to have any other thoughts.

Teacher Zhang, who was writing carefully at this time, seemed extremely focused under the light outside the window.
Chapter completed!