The first marriage pet of the wealthy

The door of the shop was open. Obviously, Liang Youquan was here today, and there seemed to be customers inside.

Nanxi walked in with Lu Yinchu, feeling very nervous.

Lu Yinchu said, "Don't delay your uncle's business, just show me around!"

Nan Xi nodded, "Okay!"

On the other side, Liang Youquan had already seen Nan Xi and a man with a straight figure come in, he was slightly surprised, and just about to speak, Nan Xi made a silent finger, and gestured for him to continue to greet the guests and leave them alone mean.

Although Liang Youquan was puzzled, the guests were important right now, so he quickly shifted his focus away.

The facade of Liang Youquan’s house is really not very big, but compared with the calligraphy and painting facades on West Street, it is quite large. There are some calligraphy and ink paintings on the surrounding walls, most of which are from Liang Youquan. In the hands of Nanxi, there are a few that seem to be very valuable. They are Nanxi's grandfather, Nanxi's mother who left with Nanxi, and even the posthumous works left by Nanxi's great-grandfather.

Lu Yinchu stared at the painting of Nanxi's great-grandfather for a while, then moved away.

In the entire facade room, except for Liang Youquan and a small number of Liang Huiqing's calligraphy and painting works, everything else is not for sale.

Looking at the calligraphy and paintings written by her mother back then, Nanxi felt a little emotional.

She knew her mother could write and draw. She was a talented woman. When she was in Hong Kong, because of the family's financial constraints, her mother wrote copybooks for a period of time. Later, her father's business improved. After several years of struggle, the family finally reunited With a house in a prosperous place like Hong Kong, life is very fulfilling.

Nanxi remembers that when she was very young, her mother taught her to write calligraphy. Perhaps she inherited her mother's talent. Nanxi's calligraphy is actually pretty good, but she seldom writes it, because compared with her mother, she feels It's too ugly to write by yourself!

Nanxi's parents are mostly open to Nanxi's teaching, and they don't make things difficult for her. They encourage her to do whatever she likes...

For example, although Nanxi has some talent in calligraphy, she doesn't like it very much in her heart. Instead, she likes to write short stories for nothing.

In the second grade of primary school, a [-]-character fairy tale written by Nanxi was published in a primary school student's magazine, and many small articles were published one after another.

Nanxi felt that she had a problem with her language expression, but it was strange that she could write with a pen what she couldn't say.

She likes to write, but she is not obsessed with it. She chose to major in Chinese, not for writing. She has her own dream, and she is not a writer.

Regarding the matter of writing online romance novels, Nanxi has a lot of complaints about it. After coming to H City, she went to university, had relatives, and all the uncles and grandmas were very kind to her. With their money, she would I feel sorry, so I can only use my strengths to write novels.

In this way, there will be income every month, which solves her living expenses, part of the tuition fees, and even occasionally buys something for grandma and uncle.

For this, she is very satisfied.

Lu Yinchu's footsteps suddenly stopped, Nanxi was slightly stunned, and followed her gaze, her face burned instantly.

Because that picture was written by her: walk to the poor water, sit and watch the clouds rise!

Nan Xi seldom writes, and her uncle forced her to write this handwriting during Chinese New Year last year, but she never thought that her uncle would actually hang it up!

Gritting my teeth, I really feel that I have lost my adult!

Just when she was feeling at a loss and wished she could find a hole in the ground and burrow in, the clear voice of the man beside her came, "Well written!"

The incandescent lamp was turned on in the room, blending with the sunlight outside, lightly falling on the man's shoulders and side face, making his aura even more elegant and compelling.

He stood there quietly, as if it had nothing to do with him whether it was noisy or quiet around him. It made people feel that he was repelled thousands of miles away, but he didn't feel that this intimidating temperament would hurt you.

Hearing his thin lips praising her lightly, Nan Xi felt even more embarrassed, her eyes drooped slightly, and she said softly, "Thank you!"

She thought that he should move on to the next one right away, so she was ready, because the next one was written by his uncle, and it was also during the Chinese New Year last year. After his uncle finished writing it, he told him a lot. She has a good memory, or Remember a little more or less.

At least fooling the man in front of her, she thought, shouldn't be a problem.

However, I suddenly remembered that Lu Yinchu once said that he likes calligraphy and painting, so, would he understand it well?Even, can write?

"Mr. Lu, do you also write calligraphy?"

She had just turned a corner in her brain and before she could turn back, she had already blurted out...

The man was stunned for a moment, and then said a word lightly, "Write."

Nan Xigui's bowels were turning green, she lowered her head and said nothing, and heard the man say, "But I didn't write much, and it's not as good as yours!"

"Cough!" Nanxi choked up, and didn't know what to say!

The man smiled, and finally took a few steps forward to look at another picture. Nanxi inhaled, and finally passed.

"By the way, that copy of yours is for sale, right? How much?"

Nah?Nanxi raised her head and looked at him with some puzzlement!

"Well, I want to buy it! Walk to the poor water, sit and watch the clouds rise! I like this poem very much!"

So, because I like this poem and don't mind how third-rate and amateur the author who wrote this line is... just buy it?

Nanxi wants to stop it, she must stop it...

"Mr. Lu, if you really like it, I can ask my uncle to write this for you. His writing is much better than mine, and..."

And more collectible value!

Before Nan Xi finished speaking, the man waved his hand and refused, "No, just your pair. You know, I'm usually very busy and don't have time to come here often, and I do more casual shopping. If you wait for your uncle to finish writing, go to Bitch, by then, I might have lost interest in it!"

On Liang Youquan's side, he successfully sold two calligraphy and paintings, and came to Nanxi with a smile after sending off the guests.

Just when Lu Yinchu said that he wanted to buy Nanxi's handwriting, there was a gleam of joy on his face, and he quickly answered, "Nanxi, don't belittle yourself, uncle thinks that your handwriting is very good, and it has your mother's character! "

Nanxi turned her head and looked at her uncle with a tangled face, meaning: Uncle, you will make me ashamed if you speak so unconscionably!

Lu Yinchu smiled lightly and remained silent.

Nanxi coughed, pulled Liang Youquan's arm and introduced with great difficulty, "Uncle, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Lu, the boss of Mr. Mo. I'll bring him here today to have a look. The facade..."

When Liang Youquan heard this, he was startled. Lu Yinchu had already greeted him elegantly and politely, "Mr. Liang, hello, I'm Lu Yinchu!"

Liang Youquan shook hands with him, "Hi, welcome, Mr. Lu!"