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

Nanxi took Lu Yinchu in and was still very nervous.

Lu Yinchu said, "Don't delay your uncle's business, just take me to see!"

Nanxi nodded, "Okay!"

On the other hand, Liang Youquan had already seen Nanxi and a straight man walking in. He was slightly surprised and was about to speak, but Nanxi made a silent finger and gestured for him to continue to greet the guests without caring about their intentions.

Although Liang Youquan was confused, the customer was important now, so he quickly moved his focus away.

Liang Youquan's storefront is not very big, but compared with the calligraphy and painting storerooms on West Street, it is a bit larger. There are some calligraphy and ink paintings hanging on the walls around it, most of which are from Liang Youquan. There are a few that seem very expensive, which are Nanxi's grandfather, her mother who left Nanxi, and even the works left by Nanxi's great-grandfather.

Lu Yinchu stared at the painting of Nanxi's great-grandfather and then looked carefully for a while before moving away.

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

Nanxi also felt a little moved when he looked at the calligraphy and paintings his mother wrote back then.

She knew that her mother could write and draw, and was a talented woman. When she was in Hong Kong, her mother wrote copybooks for a period of time because of her family's financial difficulties. Later, her father's business improved. After a few years of struggle, the family finally had a house in a prosperous place in Hong Kong and her life was very successful.

Nanxi remembers that when she was very young, her mother taught her to write brush calligraphy, perhaps because she inherited her mother's talent. Nanxi's brush calligraphy is actually pretty good, but she rarely writes because compared to her mother, she thinks that she writes too ugly!

Nanxi’s parents are mostly open-ended teachings to Nanxi, and they won’t make things difficult for her. They encourage her to do whatever she likes...

For example, although Nanxi has some talent in calligraphy, she does not like it much in her heart, but likes to write some stories without any trouble.

When he was in the second grade of elementary school, a 300-word fairy tale written by Nanxi was published in a primary school student journal, and many small articles were published one after another.

Nanxi felt that there was something wrong with her language expression, but strangely, things she couldn't say could be written in a pen.

She likes writing very much, but is not obsessed with it. She chose Chinese major, not to write. She has her own dreams and is not to be a writer.

Nanxi has a lot of complaints about writing online romance novels. After coming to H City, she went to college and had relatives. Everyone of her uncle and grandmother treated her very well. With their money, she would feel sorry for her, so she could only use her strengths to write novels.

Then she earned money every month, which solved her living expenses and some tuition fees, and even occasionally bought something for her grandmother and uncle.

She was very satisfied with this.

Lu Yinchu's steps suddenly stopped, Nanxi was slightly stunned, looking at her gaze, and for a moment, her face burned.

Because that letter was written by her: Walk to the end of the water, sit and watch the clouds rise!

Nanxi rarely writes, and this calligraphy was written by her uncle during the Chinese New Year last year, but she didn't expect that her uncle would actually hang it out!

Gritting my teeth, I really feel like I've lost my lord!

Just as she felt at a loss and wanted to find a hole to crawl into the ground, the clear voice of the man beside her came, "It's well written!"

The incandescent lamp is turned on indoors, and combined with the sunlight outside, it falls quietly on the man's shoulders and side face, making his temperament more elegant and imposing.

He stood there quietly, as if it was noisy or quiet around him, and it had nothing to do with him, making people feel that they were thousands of miles away, but they didn't think that this intimidating temperament would hurt you.

Nanxi felt even more embarrassed when he heard him slimly opening his thin lips to praise her, his eyes drooped slightly, and his voice was very soft, "Thank you!"

She thought he should continue to look at the next one immediately, 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 had a good memory and remembered a little more or less.

At least she thought it would be no problem to fool the man in front of her.

However, I suddenly remembered that Lu Yinchu once said that he liked calligraphy and painting. So, would he understand very well? Even, could he write?

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

Her brain had just turned around and she had not had time to turn back, she had already blurted out...

The man was stunned for a moment, then he spit out a word lightly, "Write."

Nanxi regretted her intestines turned green. She lowered her head and didn't speak. She heard the man say, "But I don't write much, and it's not as good as you!"

"Cough!" Nanxi choked for a moment, not knowing what to say!

The man smiled and finally walked forward a few steps to look at another piece of calligraphy. Nanxi took a breath and finally passed.

"By the way, your decorative word is for sale! How much does it cost?"

Now? Nanxi looked up and looked at him in confusion!

"Yeah, I want to buy it! When I walk to the end of the water, I sit and watch the clouds rise! I like this poem very much!"

So, because I like this poem, I don’t mind how third-rate and amateur the author who wrote this poem is just like that… I bought it?

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

"Mr. Lu, if you really like it, I can ask my uncle to write this for you. He wrote it much better than me, and..."

And it has more collection value!

Before Nanxi finished speaking, the man waved his hand to refuse, "No, just your demeanor. You know, I am very busy usually and often come over without time. I also buy things casually. If you wait for your uncle to finish writing and get a bitch, then I may have lost interest in it!"

Liang Youquan successfully sold out two calligraphy and paintings, and then came to Nanxi with a smile after sending them to the guests.

I happened to hear Lu Yinchu say that he wanted to buy the character Nanxi, and a hint of joy appeared on his face. He hurriedly replied, "Nanxi, don't belittle yourself. My uncle thinks that your calligraphy is very well written and has the character of your mother!"

Nanxi turned his head and looked at his uncle with a tangled look on his face, meaning: Uncle, you will make me feel ashamed if you speak so unconscience!

Lu Yinchu smiled faintly and said nothing.

Nanxi coughed and pulled Liang Youquan's arm and smiled extremely hard, and said, "Uncle, let me introduce you to you. This is Mr. Lu, that is Mr. Mo's boss. I will take him here to see the storefront today..."

When Liang Youquan heard this, he was shocked. Lu Yinchu's nobles greeted him gracefully and politely, "Hello, Mr. Liang, I am Lu Yinchu!"

Liang Youquan shook hands with him, "Hello, welcome, Mr. Lu!"
Chapter completed!