Lin Zhishui is also very satisfied with having such a "fan".

If you get such fans, what else can you ask for?

Unfortunately, Mr. Cheng suddenly told him a few days ago that he had encountered the greatest disaster in his life and said that he might never meet again in the future.

Could it be... a terminal illness?

Lin Zhishui couldn't help but guess.

At that time, Gu Nian's mood was not asked much, but just comforted him and sent a copybook with the word "Fu" written on it, hoping that the old man could overcome this difficulty and succeed in praying for blessing surgery.

But just today, he found that there was an extra letter at the door of the store, and wrote a poem:

"I heard yesterday that I am parting now. All kinds of worldly things have disappeared. I will meet each other day in the green mountains. I hope to be respectful in the sky."

Although Lin Zhishui did not fully understand what this poem meant, judging from the sentence "All things in the world disappear in smoke", I'm afraid... the old man really left.

As for the next two sentences, it looks like they are going to the sky to wait for him to die, but they are a bit vicious, not like Mr. Cheng's character, so they should be lamenting that time passes and will they look at him in the sky in the future?

Well, that should be true. He is a strong man who has obtained full marks in reading comprehension in the Chinese language exam!

This letter was probably sent by Mr. Cheng’s descendants.

"Oh, I don't know what terminal illness it is. It seems that the operation has not been successful..."

Thinking of this, Lin Zhishui couldn't help but sigh, his heart full of regret and nostalgia.

Where can I find such a good customer?

The other customers have not been here for a long time. Only Mr. Cheng is the repeat customer in the store, but unfortunately passed away. Life will be too difficult for the future.

Fortunately, although Mr. Cheng only bought two characters, he was willing to spend money, so he still had some savings and could last for a few more months if he saved some money.

"I'll send a few more videos to the shaking voice. What if any fans come to be suckers..."

Lin Zhishui murmured and took off the cell phone on the stand next to him.

The whole process of writing just now has been recorded. You only need to edit it and add some special effects to upload it.

The two network entities bloom, which is the survival mode that suits the present.

"Really, the words I wrote are so famous, why no one likes them?"

While editing the video, Lin Zhishui sighed secretly: "This generation of users is too unappreciative."

He remembered that in the calligraphy videos he had seen before, some writers were not even as good as his true level, but they still had millions of likes, but there were not many likes in his videos.

Sad, lamentable.

Do you want to force him to make a living by his face and be a powerful young man or something?

Speaking of which, his acting skills are also great.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, and the slender shadows were thrown into the ground inside the house from outside the door.

Lin Zhishui was immediately excited and the guests came?

...

The bright red sky seemed to be lit, and the sun set, bringing out a long shadow on the ground in the deep alley.

Suddenly, one of the shadows became a little deeper and began to slowly twist.

The twisted shadow gradually raised and stood up, and soon turned into a slightly thin and slender figure, stepping out from the shadow under the wall.

Under the hazy backlight, a 17-year-old boy can be seen with fair and smooth skin, deep eyes as water, and handsome and slightly neutral appearance, making it difficult to distinguish between men and women.

The simple and simple blue and white high school uniform is still not harmful to the appearance of this boy.

"It's here?"

Cheng Qiuyue stood in the sunset and looked at the calligraphy and painting shop called "He Mingxuan" not far away, and couldn't help but frown slightly.

She raised her white palm, and a compass-like brass disc was holding a compass-like brass disc. After turning the pointer on the compass for a few rounds, she just aimed at the direction of the calligraphy and painting shop.

"The flying sword letter left by the ancestor before ascending to the sky is here. Is the suicide letter hidden here?"

Cheng Qiuyue looked at the door of the calligraphy and painting shop, hesitated for a while, then turned his hand and put away the brass compass and walked towards the shop door.

Two lines of poetry can be seen on both sides of the store door:

When will you find a soulmate? Here is the most clear place.

Is this the origin of ‘He Mingxuan’?

She suddenly crossed the threshold, and the dim sunlight behind her shone into the house with her, and it was seen that the light dust floated in the light with the airflow.

The faint fragrance of ink in the air calmed her mood slightly.

"Hello."

I heard a plain and gentle voice coming from the right, and the slightly low voice was quite gentle, and the words were like beads, round and pleasant.

Cheng Qiyue turned around and looked, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, his eyes a little lost.

Lin Zhishui leaned on the chair behind the desk casually, without any intention of getting up, just looked at her with a smile on the corner of his lips and observed without a trace.

‘It seems like I am a high school student, and I can’t tell you a man or a woman, but judging from the temperament and this calm feeling, my mental age is probably quite mature…’

Cheng Qiuyue was a little strange... With her spiritual sense, she could not detect the other party's existence before entering the store!

However, with her special eyes that had been condensed with the help of her Dharma body, it can be seen that the young man had no Taoist rhyme and could not feel the slightest magic fluctuation. He was just a mortal.

‘I just awakened my spiritual awareness, and it is normal to make mistakes…’

Cheng Qiyue sighed secretly and asked, "Are you the owner of this store?"

‘This speaking style is indeed an ancient style lover. It seems that someone has really recommended my calligraphy and painting shop in the ancient style circle…’

This thought flashed through Lin Zhishui's mind, and then he said with a smile: "Congratulations on finding the right path. I think the place you are looking for...is here."

There is no clichéd "Welcome", nor a respectful title like "you", and there is not even a word "please sit".

He sells cultural works such as calligraphy and paintings, and his customers usually like ancient styles and are somewhat artful, and these people are more or less aloof.

Especially the high school student who is unknown to men and women in front of me has this calm temperament and beautiful appearance at a young age. If she is a woman, she can be called a legendary creature - the "Iceberg School Beauty".

It is normal for this kind of creature to think of being noble.

For such guests, a humble attitude is not enough to impress them, but will make the other party more noble.

Moreover, he sells ordinary calligraphy and paintings, and with his master-level calligraphy level, he naturally cannot smile like an ordinary shop.

It is necessary to show the demeanor of a master of calligraphy to make her truly convinced.

"Find the right way?"

Cheng Qiyue looked at the mortal in front of her in surprise. She actually knew that she had specially found her?

Or maybe it was because the ancestor had already expected her to come here, so he arranged for this mortal to wait for her in advance?

"Don't be surprised, everything is just a destined fate." Lin Zhishui folded his hands on the table, with a smile that had been expected at the corner of his mouth.

In order to save money, he specially opened a calligraphy and painting shop in such a remote alley. If he hadn't come here specially, who could have found this broken place?

Isn’t this a destined fate when a customer you don’t know comes to you specifically?

In order to cater to these ancient style guests, he also studied ancient Chinese for a while. This kind of literary speaking style is naturally not difficult.

"Destined fate..."
Chapter completed!