Wife-wrapping Addiction: Mrs. Yan's family is not allowed to escape

Although she likes it, but for Lian Cheng who has seen too many good things, the things in the shop have not really made her like them enough to have the urge to buy them.

For such things, Lian Cheng generally would not want them, and they would be put on the bottom of the box after being carried a few times. Lian Cheng didn't feel sorry for the money, but just felt that the clothes were too disrespectful.

Lian Cheng glanced at Yan Qiutong, who was also looking at these shawls, and as expected, the man's brows were also a little frowned, and he was really dissatisfied.

"Ma'am, is there anything else?" Yan Qiutong raised his head, comforted the slightly disappointed Lian Cheng, and Wen Wen spoke to the woman.

A little surprise flashed in the woman's eyes, and then she smiled: "Sir, you know, every store has some treasures that belong to the store. I handmade them, and it depends on you two..."

Lian Cheng was silent, the two of them should have yellow and white things.

Sure enough, the man said: "There must be something that my girl can see."

The middle-aged woman did not shirk, went into the curtain, came out again, carried out a dozen tall boxes, put them on the counter, and spread them out: "It's all here."

Lian Cheng froze for a moment, and opened them one by one, with surprise on his face.

If the shawls placed on the shelves by women are regarded as high-quality goods, then the shawls in the box can be said to be the best of the best.

Most of the styles are almost the same, but the shawls in the box are not only for winter, but also for all seasons.

The winter ones are thicker than the ones on the shelf, but not heavy, and the summer ones are thinner than the ones on the shelf, but they are beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

In a split second, Lian Cheng tapped six or seven items in a row before stopping, and suddenly remembered to ask: "Ma'am, how much is it?"

Yan Qiutong looked at Lian Cheng, who had some distressed money on his face, with disgust, handed over a card, ordered three other shawls, and said, "The ones she ordered are packed separately from the three I ordered. Three pieces of trouble, boss, the packaging should be more delicate, I want to give it to someone, just have someone deliver it to this address."

The surprise of the middle-aged woman was only fleeting, and she was not curious about this pair of men and women who spent millions of dollars in a blink of an eye, so she answered the card and answered.

Yan Qiutong didn't linger, took the little girl out the door, squatted down again, once there was a second time, even Cheng was not shy anymore, she was in a good mood just after buying something she liked very much, lying on the floor On the man's thick back, he hummed a little tune happily.

Yan Qiutong couldn't help laughing: "Are you really that happy?"

"Of course," Lian Cheng nodded as a matter of course, "It's nice to have someone pay the bill."

Yan Qiutong was stunned for a while, but he didn't expect such a reason, so he laughed: "I gave you a card, but you don't need it."

Lian Cheng shook his head seriously: "This is different."

As for the difference, even Cheng refused to say anything, Yan Qiutong didn't ask, and even Cheng didn't care about where the man was going.

Along the way, Yan Qiutong bought Lian Cheng some gadgets that girls like, a red sandalwood beauty fan, and a pear blossom wood embossed bracelet.

Even Cheng had the illusion that children might not necessarily be so pampered, right?
The two had a few simple conversations along the way, full of warmth, and Yan Qiutong didn't breathe while carrying the little girl on his back.

As everyone knows, a lot of photos of the two of them were taken along the way, let alone how much impact these photos caused.

Going forward, more shops are closed, and there are more people on the street stalls, most of them are selling couplets, lanterns, fireworks, and the joy and happiness in the ordinary are permeated.

Lian Cheng had never seen someone selling couplets like this, he was very surprised for a while, and shouted to come down, Yan Qiutong let her go, and grabbed her hand instead.

Lian Cheng really didn't know much about these things, Yan Qiutong asked a few times, and the little girl agreed, so she simply knew that she couldn't ask anything, so she chose by herself.

Lian Cheng was not annoyed when she got a supercilious look, she was just here to join in the fun, but when she turned her head, she saw a slightly deserted stall not far away.

The stall was owned by a gray-haired old man who was cleanly dressed but a bit sleepy, with a kind face and kind eyes, and he didn't think that the stall was deserted so he didn't feel anxious.

In front of the old man was a wide and long table, strips of red paper were placed on one side, and pen and ink were placed in it.

Lian Cheng felt a little pity, and tugged at Yan Qiutong's clothes: "Man..."

Yan Qiutong looked at her from the side, and the corner of his mouth was playful: "A woman?"

Lian Cheng choked, and gave the young man an annoyed look, did he think she was a pair with him? !

Yan Qiutong was not angry with the little girl's white eyes, looked in the direction Lian Cheng indicated, and raised her eyebrows.

"Let's go and have a look?" Lian Cheng asked, and after a long silence, he gave an extremely rare reason for embarrassment, "It's better to be different after all."

Yan Qiutong didn't have much demand for couplets, so he naturally followed Lian Cheng's wishes, got up, and followed Lian Cheng to the old man not far away.

The old man was grinding ink, calm and relaxed, aware of the shadow cast on the table, raised his head, with a kind smile on the corner of his mouth: "Do you want couplets?"

Lian Cheng nodded, bit the corner of her lips, and looked at the man.

Yan Qiutong squinted his eyes, always felt that the old man in front of him was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw it, but he didn't care too much: "Mr., my wife wants two couplets. I don't know what the old man is good at. type of calligraphy?"

Yan Qiutong is very good at determining the scale of the question, not sharp, not questioning.

The old man pursed his lips, not caring about the meaning of the words, picked up a slightly thick wolf hair, dipped it in the ink generously, and wrote the traditional Chinese character "Fu" on the huge square red paper very smoothly, square and square Positive, extraordinarily eye-catching, distracted from writing.

With a quick glance, Yan Qiutong knew that the old man in front of him could be said to have profound knowledge.

The old man didn't stop writing. In each of the four corners, he wrote a small "Fu" character, each of which is a new way of writing, running script, regular script, official script, and cursive script.

Yan Qiutong smiled lightly, and said loudly: "The old man has good skills."

The old man raised himself up: "Sir, do you like it?"

Yan Qiutong smiled, suddenly felt an impulse in his heart, and said politely: "I wonder if the old man can ask Yan to write two strokes?"

The old man didn't care, turned sideways, gave way to the main seat, and handed over the wolf hair. Yan Qiutong shook his head, glanced at Lian Cheng who was a little dazed and didn't know the development of the plot, smiled lightly, picked up a normal-sized brush, and dipped it in ink , with one hand behind his back, on two long strips of red paper, flamboyant and phoenix dancing.

Standing behind the man, the old man saw the young man's handwriting, a little inexplicable flashed in his eyes.