Female Zun's crimson beautiful man

Chapter 18
After buying steamed buns, she went back to the inn and had to walk back again. She didn't feel tired from walking. On the contrary, she had good physical strength, but she liked to drive.

"My lord, do you want to buy a fan?"

calling her?Yi Shuihan looked over and saw a plainly dressed woman with a pretty face soliciting customers. The woman was not very beautiful, but she looked pleasing to the eye.

A man next to him was painting, and there were some embroidered sachets and handkerchiefs on the stall. It seemed that they were brothers and sisters who sold calligraphy, painting and embroidery, or were they husband and wife?

When you come here, you can buy a fan to make yourself cool, she has played with fans before.

"How do you sell the fan?" Yi Shuihan pointed to the folding fan.

"A handful of ten pennies," said the woman.

Yi Shuihan picked out his fan, looked at the man who was painting, and asked, "This is..."

The woman smiled and said, "That's my brother."

It turned out to be brother and sister, Yi Shuihan picked out a blank fan: "I want this one."

The woman was puzzled: "Young master, but this fan has not been painted yet."

Yi Shuihan said: "Can you lend me a pen and ink?"

"Yes." The woman handed over the pen and ink.

Hearing the words, the man who was painting mistakenly thought that his calligraphy and painting could not catch the other party's eyes. He is also a humble and studious person, but seeing that the other party is so young, and is playing with a mask like those young masters, he despises those who only bully the weak , a playful, ignorant dude.

Yi Shuihan took the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote two lines on the fan eloquently, and put away the pen.

The handwriting on the fan is scrawled, with fangs and claws, like a painting but not a painting, like a word but not a word.

When the man saw this, why did the other party write with the fan upside down?Although I couldn't understand what the other party wrote, but it was a bit hearty and full of momentum, and finally closed the pen.

The man asked modestly, "May I ask what you wrote, my lord?"

"I wrote indiscriminately, don't take it to heart." Sometimes she couldn't even recognize the words she wrote. If she said what she wrote, I'm afraid people would despise her.

It is so scribbled, and the font is reversed, that ordinary people cannot see what is written.

The man seemed to be thirsty for knowledge: "My lord, can you tell me what is written below?"

Yi Shuihan said, "It's what you think it looks like."

The man looked and looked, frowning, he really couldn't figure it out.

The woman looked at the fan: "I said it looks like grass in a strong wind."

Yi Shuihan nodded: "The lady is right, what I write is grass."

"It really made me guess right." The woman smiled.

The man took a serious look: "It does look like grass, but isn't the grass drawn? How do you write it?"

Yi Shuihan said, "What's the difference between painting and writing?"

(End of this chapter)