Liang Jian: I have a canteen

The next day, the little girl and Su Yuan started their morning run under Xiaohong's supervision.

The small town of Ping'an is not that big, but running around it is a lot of exercise.

Halfway through the run, there was already a thin layer of sweat on the little girl's head. She ran angrily, looking back at Xiaohong who was riding a bicycle from time to time and giving a look of contempt.

Xiao Hong turned a blind eye to the little girl's contempt. Instead, she seemed to speed up with her feet, "Hurry up, Xiao Meizi, you are slow again."

"I'm not slow!" the little girl said angrily, "Uncle wants us to run in the morning, but you ride a bicycle. When uncle comes back, I will tell him that you are lazy and let him spank you."

"Okay." Xiaohong said with a smile, "Actually, Auntie Xiaohong really likes your uncle's big ass."

"Hmph!" The little girl stopped and pouted at Xiaohong, "Liar! Aren't you afraid of pain?"

"Hmm~" Xiaohong also jumped off the bicycle and said mysteriously, "Of course it won't hurt after my brother-in-law's beating."

"I don't believe it!" The little girl continued to say angrily, and then jumped on while holding on to the rear frame.

"Why are you up here? You haven't finished running yet! Xiaohong shook the handlebars, trying to scare the little girl away.

The little girl clutched the car seat tightly, "If you don't run away, why should I run?"

"Then... go home for dinner!" Xiaohong was also hungry now, so she stopped arguing with the little girl and pushed her bicycle to get ready to go home.

When I was about to get home, I found an old man appearing in front of the canteen, seemingly waiting for the store to open.

If it was just the old man paying back, it wouldn't attract Xiaohong's attention, but it would be unusual to have Yamamoto Kazuki, an old silver coin, next to the old man.

This made Xiaohong realize that the old man's identity was more complicated and noble than she had imagined.

The little girl also noticed Yoshio Shinozuka and said unhappily, "Why is he here again?"

Xiaohong naturally knew about Yoshio Shinozuka, "Wouldn't it be better for him to come? He is rich, so I can sell him some of your little bears."

The little girl didn't seem to listen to Xiao Hong's words. She turned her head to the side and kept mumbling something with her little mouth.

After rubbing the little girl's head, Xiao Hong said, "If you don't want to go back, I'll deal with her."

"Who says they don't want to? It's rare for someone to take advantage of you and make a fortune." The little girl jumped out of the car, put away the unwilling expression on her face, and replaced it with an innocent one.

At the entrance of the canteen, Xiaohong stopped the car and took the initiative to say hello to Yamamoto, "Hello, Colonel Yamamoto."

Yamamoto returned the favor, "Hello, Miss An Hong."

Xiaohong saluted Yoshio Shinozuka again, "Hello, old sir."

"Hello!" Yoshio Shinozuka returned the greeting with a smile.

Xiaohong turned to Yamamoto and asked, "Colonel Yamamoto, is this old gentleman your elder?"

"He is my uncle, Yamamoto Ryuji, a painter. This time he came to China to collect works." Yamamoto did not reveal Yoshio Shinozuka's true identity, but used a rhetoric he had prepared long ago.

While several people were chatting politely, Xiaohong and Su Yuan had already put down the door and opened the door of the canteen.

The little girl did not suffer from stage fright. As before, she moved her special small stool to the counter, and said in not standard Japanese, "Welcome."

Listening to the little girl's childish voice, Yoshio Shinozuka showed a charitable smile, and then walked to the counter and looked at the few exhibits in the shop again.

After looking at it for a while, Yoshio Shinozuka asked, "Little girl, is there anything special? Just like the exquisite set of stationery yesterday?"

The little girl blinked.

Can't understand!
She knows a little bit of Japanese and learned it from Xiao Hong, and she can only speak a dozen sentences in total. Of course, he couldn't understand what Shinozuka was talking about with his limited vocabulary.

He cast a look at Xiao Hong for help, and Xiao Hong quickly translated for him with a smile.

After hearing the translation, the little girl quickly took out a bear toy and a few pens from under the counter.

The bear toys are produced by the family, and the pens are stock in Xu San's warehouse and are products of later generations.

Although they are cheap goods, there are some simple styles that look a bit different in this era.

Shinozuka loves calligraphy and is naturally very interested in pen-like objects.

So as soon as he took out the pen, he immediately started playing with it, quite reluctant to put it down.

I dipped in some ink and wrote a few words to try out the feel.

After writing this, Shinozuka couldn't help but frown.

It looks good, but the writing feel is not that great.

The handwriting is too thin and the paper is scratched.

I put down the pen in my hand and tried a few others.

None of them work. They all have the same problem. They are too detailed and difficult to control.

Xiaohong saw Shinozuka's hesitation, so she walked aside and asked, "Is the old gentleman not satisfied with the pen?"

"The writing is too thin!" Shinozuka put down the pen and said with a little regret.

"Isn't it better to be thinner? You can write small characters." Xiaohong forced an explanation.

"No, no, it's not a matter of the size of the characters, it's a matter of the change of the pen edge. To write such changes in such detail requires superb pen control skills, and due to the limitation of the pen edge, this change is very limited."

Xiaohong looked down at the few Chinese characters Shinozuka had just written.

It's very beautiful, seemingly rounded, but there is a hint of sharpness wherever the strokes of the pen are made.

As a talent specially cultivated by the courtyard, Xiaohong naturally dabbles in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Just by looking at a few random words written by Shinozuka, you can tell that this bad old man has a lot of calligraphy skills.

Playing on occasion and carrying people in a sedan chair are naturally compulsory subjects in the yard.

When Shinozuka was dissatisfied that the nib of the pen was too thin, she naturally responded casually, "No, no, your writing is already very good. The words are just like the person you are. Even if I don't meet you and can't see your appearance, I can still feel that you are dignified and elegant. Elegant and easy-going. Looking at it more closely, your words faintly reveal the aura of a king. Either Wen Neng Anbang or Wu Kedingguo, so no matter what pen is in your hand, you can write well. "

Xiaohong praised Yoshio Shinozuka, who was as steady as an old dog, so eloquently that she felt a little embarrassed.

Although he has always been flattered by people who have been in the army, the army has a military style of conduct, and it is impossible for Xiaohong to say it so nicely.

Xiao Hong’s words were very nice, and Yoshio Shinozuka was very impressed by them, but he still waved his hands and said humbly, “The girl’s words are too flattering, my handwriting is only average, and there is still a long way to go before what you said. But you are right, the quality of handwriting has little to do with the pen.”

"That's right!" Xiao Hong said cheerfully, "So, how many pens do you want?"

"You can't use so many?" Yoshio Shinozuka smiled and chose two that were relatively easy to use, "Just these two."

"Okay, it's a total of eleven yuan. I'll give you the change, so I'll charge you ten yuan." Xiaohong smiled and put the pen in the box, then wrapped it up.

Handing the pen to Yoshio Shinozuka, Xiaohong continued to ask, "Do you need anything else?" (End of Chapter)