Back to high school, Peking University is beckoning me

After the blessing, they wandered around the amusement park. Before they knew it, night had fallen, and the three of them finally left the amusement park.

Lights lit up all around, illuminating the surroundings.

The three of them had been having fun all afternoon, and they were still in a rather high spirits, so they wandered around aimlessly.

Lu Yixiao exhaled, her face full of satisfaction, and said with emotion: "I haven't had such a good time in a long time. I really had a lot of fun today.

Pan Lanfei also looked happy and agreed cheerfully, "Yes, there are so many people in the amusement park today. It's so lively."

Lu Youning smiled and said, "It's really lively and fun, but it feels quite tiring after playing."

As they walked, they unknowingly returned to the square they had visited that morning. In the square, many small vendors were selling all kinds of unique little things.

There are bright red paper-cuts with various auspicious patterns on them. The lifelike zodiac dragon seems to be about to take off under the artist's scissors.

There are also strings of red lanterns swaying gently in the wind, exuding a festive atmosphere.

The stall selling sugar paintings was surrounded by children, who stared with wide eyes at the artist using a spoon to draw various shapes on the chopping board like flowing water.

Lu Youning and others were also attracted over and couldn't help but come forward to watch the fun.

Not far away, there is a stall selling Spring Festival couplets, and the couplets displayed there are all handwritten.

It just so happened that the stall owner was writing a couplet, and many people stopped to watch, nodding and commenting from time to time.

Lu Yixiao became interested and pulled the two of them over to watch curiously. The stall owner held a brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote with a graceful and powerful stroke.

The first couplet, "Flowers bloom, wealth and happiness reign in every family," was completed in one breath. Seeing this, the middle-aged men around burst into praise.

Lu Yixiao watched from the side and couldn't help but whisper to Lu Youning, "Youning, I think your writing is better than the one written by this stall owner."

Although the sound was not loud, it was heard by the stall owner and several middle-aged men.

Lu Youning quickly covered Lu Yixiao's mouth, but it was too late. It was obvious that the stall owner was busy doing business, and those middle-aged people were originally interested in buying.

The stall owner's face darkened and he slammed the brush heavily on the table, splashing ink out.

He glared at Lu Yixiao and Lu Youning with wide eyes and scolded them, "What do you three little girls know? You're talking nonsense and messing up my business!"

In an instant, the atmosphere around them became tense, and the middle-aged men felt a little embarrassed, standing aside, not knowing what to do.

Lu Yixiao was so frightened by the sudden scolding that she trembled and dared not say a word, fearing that she would be beaten.

Seeing this, Lu Youning hurriedly stepped forward, standing in front of Lu Yixiao, and said to the stall owner sincerely, "I'm sorry, uncle, my friend didn't mean it. We were too ignorant, please don't be angry."

The stall owner snorted coldly, "You guys have ruined my business. You have to compensate me for my losses!"

At this time, a middle-aged uncle couldn't help but say: "Aren't you blackmailing people?"

Another echoed: "Yes, we didn't say we were buying couplets, we just wanted to look at them."

Soon, more and more people gathered in front of the stall, and everyone stood around to watch the fun.

The stall owner's face flushed red as he heard what everyone said, and his anger intensified. He shouted, "Just because you guys don't buy, doesn't mean others won't buy. These guys were about to pay, but this little girl messed it up, and everything's gone!"

Lu Yixiao felt extremely aggrieved, but she still fought back tears and quietly defended herself, "I just said one word, how could it ruin your business?"

Some people around were muttering quietly, "This stall owner is really too much! A child said something wrong, is it really necessary to do this?"

The stall owner heard the discussion and shouted angrily, "What do you know? Is it easy for me to set up a stall here? I was just hoping to make some extra money during the New Year holidays!"

Lu Youning bit her lip, thought for a moment, and then mustered up the courage to say, "Uncle, I have another idea. I also practice calligraphy. If you don't mind, I can help you write for a while. Maybe it will attract more people to buy."

The stall owner looked at her suspiciously and said with distrust, "You? Can you do it?"

Lu Youning did not respond to his question, but walked directly to the stall, picked up the brush, paused for a moment, and then wrote a few big words in an elegant and freehand style, with a touch of softness in its strength.

In an instant, cheers rang out all around, and the originally noisy crowd instantly quieted down. Everyone was attracted by Lu Youning's calligraphy.

At this moment, a gray-haired old man stood in the crowd. He had an elegant demeanor and a gentle and kind face. His piercing eyes fixed on Lu Youning's brushwork, and he nodded slightly as he watched. His eyes revealed appreciation and approval.

The young man who was following the old man couldn't help but whispered: "Mr. Xiao, why do you admire this little girl so much?

The old man didn't respond immediately. He waited until Lu Youning finished writing a couplet before he slowly spoke, "Xiao Xu, look at this little girl's handwriting. It may seem immature, but it already has a certain charm. The strength of her brushstrokes and her grasp of structure are far beyond her peers. She's a promising talent."

Xiao Xu carefully examined the calligraphy on the Spring Festival couplets and said, "Mr. Xiao, after hearing what you said, I can tell that this calligraphy is indeed extraordinary. But there are many children with good calligraphy nowadays. Why do you look at her so differently?"

The old man smiled, his eyes twinkling. "Calligraphy isn't just about technique; it's about the state of mind. This child's mind is focused when she writes, and her strokes are inspired by God. Her handwriting shows her pure love for calligraphy, which is truly commendable."

At this time, an old lady heard their conversation and walked up to them and said, "This little girl's writing is really good. I'll buy this couplet. Boss, please don't embarrass the little girl anymore."

When the stall owner heard what the old lady said, he felt a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and said with a smile, "I didn't mean to embarrass her. I was just angry for a moment."

As he spoke, he looked at Lu Youning and said, "Little girl, your calligraphy is indeed quite good. I was blind and didn't recognize you. Write a few more for me, and I'll let go of what happened just now, okay?"

Lu Youning had no choice but to write a few more couplets, and only then did the stall owner let them leave.

After the three of them walked out of the crowd, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Pan Lanfei whispered with lingering fear: "Oh, I was scared to death. I didn't dare to say a word just now."

Lu Yixiao was also frightened. She patted her chest and said, "Thank you so much, Ningning. I thought he was going to hit someone. He's so fierce!"

Lu Youning patted their shoulders gently and said soothingly, "Alright, alright, don't be afraid anymore. But next time, be mindful of the situation when you speak. If you encounter a bad-tempered vendor like we just did, even if you want to say something bad, you should stay away first."

As soon as Lu Youning finished speaking, an old man's voice rang out in her ears. "Little girl, your handwriting is very good. Who is your teacher?"

The three were startled by the sudden sound and quickly turned around to see that it was the old man who had just admired Lu Youning's calligraphy in the crowd, and the young man next to him.

Lu Youning calmed down and replied, "Grandpa, what can I do for you?"

Old Master Xiao looked at the obviously frightened little girl and gently comforted her, "Don't be afraid. I just saw your handwriting and thought it was very spiritual. I want to know which teacher taught such an outstanding student like you."