"certainly."

When you come to buy something, you naturally want to have a good chat, especially if the amount of money you are buying is quite large. Looking at Peng Shu, Yi Chusan nodded happily, but he went directly because he was in a hurry.

"Qingqing, the three of you hang out here for a while, and I'll go talk about something."

Facing the three people who were admiring his calligraphy at the moment, Yi Chusan stepped forward and whispered, although the movement here attracted many people in the inner hall to look over.

But just looking at it, it seems that many coincidences in the TV series did not happen.

"Okay, go ahead."

"But... don't take too long. It's almost 1:15 now."

Xuanyan Qing was stroking the words with one hand. The fine rice paper felt different to the touch. It felt very soft, which was very different from the textbook paper in school.

He muttered the words above in his mouth, and his small eyes kept narrowing. He naturally had no objection to Yi Chusan's discussion, and besides, it was impossible to have any objection.

Yi Chusan nodded, glanced at Yang Qian'er and Jiahan, turned around and walked inside with Peng Shu.

"Pretty as a peach in three springs, pure as a chrysanthemum in nine autumns."

"Jiahan, what do you think of the handwriting for the third grade of junior high school?"

Watching the junior high school student and the shop owner walk to the office not far away, Xuan Yanqing had undisguised joy on her face as she looked at the clear regular characters on the paper in her hand.

Not only because of the regular characters, but also because of the meaning. At least the meaning of this poem is very obvious. It is obviously to praise oneself for being beautiful.

I didn't realize it, but the third grader was quite reserved.

However, I like it.

"The writing... is very good, but... I seem to have seen these two lines of poetry somewhere."

Zhou Jiahan also carefully looked at the more than ten words on it, and the writing... was naturally very good, at least I thought it was very good. Every word was basically the same size, and it was written in regular regular script.

But after reciting these two lines of poetry, they are really familiar.

I just couldn't figure out where it came from for a while.

"These are two poems describing Wang Xifeng in Dream of Red Mansions. It would be appropriate to apply them to you..."

Yang Qian'er glanced at the proud Xuan Yanqing and directly said the source of these two poems.

Regarding Dream of Red Mansions, I have read it at least two or three times, and the descriptions of the main characters are clear in my mind. It is easy to memorize these two lines of poetry, so... it is very clear.

"Hmm..., it seems so."

Hearing Yang Qian'er's words, Zhou Jiahan was startled at first, then nodded, as if he had really seen it in Dream of Red Mansions, and the key was the depiction of Wang Xifeng.

"What do you mean?"

Xuan Yanqing was not happy, so she just went to Dream of Red Mansions, and then said that by describing Wang Xifeng, was this... mocking herself?

"It's not interesting."

Yang Qian'er shrugged, saying she was just talking casually.

"What's wrong with Wang Xifeng?"

"After all, she is also a powerful figure in Jia's family. She is in charge of the fate of thousands of people in Jia's family. Not to mention, she is also a beauty who ranks among the top twelve beauties."

"You look down on Wang Xifeng?"

As a top student at Hezhou University, Xuan Yanqing naturally knew about Dream of Red Mansions. There was obviously something in Yang Qian'er's words just now. She said she was Wang Xifeng?

Or something else?

Besides, Wang Xifeng is not bad either.

"You're overthinking it. I'm just telling you its origin."

In this inner hall, Yang Qian'er didn't want to have a meaningless verbal dispute with Xuan Yanqing, so she pointed to the words with one finger and responded lightly.

"Stop making noise, there are people here watching."

Zhou Jiahan said that it was a bit overwhelming to have the two of them with her.

Arguments broke out at every turn.

And, it got better after a while.

It's not right for him to help this or that. He should simply stay neutral, listen quietly and talk less.

"Some people want it, but they don't have it yet."

Xuan Yanqing ignored Yang Qian'er. There must be something wrong with this person. He was always at odds with her, and she didn't eat her rice.

"Jiahan, what do you think if I frame it?"

This calligraphy is very good, Xuan Yanqing likes it very much, but it is written on a single piece of paper and looks very monotonous, without the ancient charm that falls directly on the calligraphy and painting scroll.

Thinking of this, I looked at Zhou Jiahan and asked.

"sure."

Zhou Jiahan nodded.

"Hello..., let me ask, can you frame this thing here?"

Xuan Yanqing didn't move the words on the table. She had just finished writing them in the third year of junior high school. She didn't know if she had dried up. She looked at the waiter not far away, her heart moved, and she walked over.

"OK."

"But...it needs to be boarded for a few days."

The waiter responded with a smile. Of course, there are also framed items in the cultural and antique store. Many people also bought them. The quantities were large and the profits were huge.

"About how many days?"

"What price?"

After Xuan Yanqing asked, she felt a little regretful. The things in this store didn't look cheap, and it wouldn't be cheap to frame them either.

As expected, it was very expensive, so I went back to Badu City to find out if there was any cheap framing.

"This..., the scrolls are made of different materials, and the prices are different. There are tens of dollars, hundreds of dollars, and thousands of dollars."

The waiter thought for a moment and responded.

"All right."

For this price, Xuan Yanqing said it was acceptable.

Immediately, I discussed more things with the waiter.

"Monitor, I remember that you can also draw, and you should also be able to write."

"Why don't you write one too? I only have a piece of paper."

Zhou Jiahan stood in the position where Xuan Yanqing was just now, looking at the words, looking at Xuan Yanqing not far away, seeming to remember something, and looked at Yang Qian'er.

"I studied Western painting, which is not as complicated as Chinese painting. I can't write well."

Yang Qian'er shook her head. When she was in high school, she learned painting in her spare time, but that painting was all Western art and did not involve calligraphy or anything like that.

Speaking of which, I am quite envious of being able to write calligraphy.

I remember that a few years ago, there was a retired old man in the community who was good at calligraphy. After the 20th of the twelfth lunar month, he helped write couplets in the community all day long.

"Yi Chusan's handwriting is pretty good."

I have to admit that the regular script written by Yi Chusan is very pleasing to the eye. I don’t know if he is a famous master, but he is definitely not a beginner.

"Jiahan, how are Yi Chusan and Siya?"

Along the way, he looked at Xuan Yanqing's rather excessive behavior. Although it had nothing to do with him, he just... still wanted to ask. Siya was a soft-tempered person and he couldn't stand it.

"The third grade of junior high school and Siya?"

"Great."

"Siya has been working part-time in the backstreets for the past two days. She is also in the third grade of junior high school there. Yesterday, I gave Siya a set of perfume."

Zhou Jiahan hesitated, why would the squad leader ask this question? Speaking of junior high school students and Siya, there is naturally no problem. In his opinion, Qingqing is just hot.
Chapter completed!