Indiscriminate

Fu Qinruo smiled, picked up the pen and circled around the place very close to his face, forcing him to step back and grimace in disgust.

"You can buy better ones." Fu Qinruo put down his pen before it even got wet.

When Shi Shilei heard him say that, his eyes opened wide, and he asked eagerly, "Then do you sell it?"

He thought for a while and said, "Uncle said that the guest wants to come home in two days, and I also want to meet him. After all, I have been writing that book for more than half a year, and I always hope that it will be in the hands of a good person. Wait until we meet talk later."

People who believe in calligraphy and painting will also believe in the so-called fate, and hope that their works can be entrusted to someone who truly understands its value. Shi Shilei understands that.

"By the way." Fu Qinruo picked up the phone again to look at what he was about to write, put it down and said, "Your "Will Entering Wine", my uncle wanted to collect it, but there was no seal on it at that time. After I finish writing today, I will engrave it for you. The stone material has been found, and it is a very good seal. Do you want to sell it? I called my uncle just now, and he asked again. "

Shi Shilei listened to the song in his heart, and asked cautiously: "Did he say how much it was?"

"It should be worry-free in the second half of the year." Fu Qinruo picked up the teacup.

He was startled, and asked: "Do you know how I spend money?" Seeing him nodding, Shi Shilei's heart skipped a beat.He never thought that one day his handwriting would be appreciated by others and sold for money—even if he thought about it, it would definitely not be now, not at such an early time.

Could it be because of Fu Qinruo that uncle wanted to buy it?Shi Shilei struggled in his heart, but he still concluded that it couldn't be the reason.Collectors are not philanthropists.

Shi Shilei was thinking about this, but he didn't realize that Fu Qinruo had already drank most of his tea, and turned to look at him.When he came back to his senses, he saw Fu Qinruo staring at him, he was startled, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Sell calligraphy and paintings?" Fu Qinruo asked.

He puffed his cheeks, shook his head reluctantly, and said, "That one is not for sale. I gave it to you."

Fu Qinruo was slightly taken aback, and lowered his eyes for some reason.

"What's the matter? I will write hard in the future, but I really don't want to sell that one." Shi Shilei curled his lips, but after a while, he didn't hear Fu Qinruo's answer.

He didn't know whether he should be aloof at this time, but he remembered what happened the night he wrote that painting, and for this reason alone, he didn't want the calligraphy and painting to be lost to strangers.

Shi Shilei let out a sigh of relief, and said aggrievedly: "Brother Qinruo..."

He couldn't tell the whole story after that.

Fu Qinruo suddenly put his hand gently on top of his head, leaned over and kissed him, and said with a smile, "I see."

Shi Shilei didn't know when Fu Qinruo practiced the sword technique, this time the newly engraved sword technique is more stable, but the conclusion is not as rigid as before.While eating the Meiling porridge in the bowl, he sat on the edge of the desk and watched him carry the knife. He ate until the bottom of the bowl was empty without realizing it.

On the contrary, Fu Qinruo raised his head after hearing the sound of his spoon hitting the bottom of the bowl several times.

"Huh?" Shi Shilei looked at the empty bowl, grinned, and asked, "Are you hungry? Let me get you a bowl?"

Fu Qinruo shook his head and said, "Just eat."

He blinked and asked strangely, "What are you laughing at? Is there something on my face?" He wiped the corner of his mouth while speaking.

For some unknown reason, Fu Qinruo was slightly startled, and said, "It's nothing."

Shi Shilei looked at it inexplicably, saw him lower his head to silently carve a stamp, and after thinking for a while, he knew the answer.He put down the bowl, held back his smile and squatted down beside Fu Qinruo's legs, and asked with his chin in his hand, "Fu Qinruo, you are not just smirking, you don't even know yourself, do you?"

Fu Qinruo's knife stopped when he was about to turn, but luckily he didn't apply too much force, so he didn't damage the strokes.He lowered his head, and after a long time, he turned his head to look at Shi Shilei who was smiling at him with his head up. He was about to say something when the landline beside him rang.

Shi Shilei got up to answer the phone, the other party was a completely unfamiliar voice, he probably didn't expect the person on the other end of the phone to be him, and asked suspiciously: "Is it the Fujiatai Gate?"

"Oh... yes yes," Shi Shilei suddenly remembered that the person who wanted to buy Fu Qinruo's calligraphy was coming to visit, and hurriedly said, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Zhou?" He said, turning around and pointing to the microphone at Fu Qinruo.

Unexpectedly, the person on the phone paused for a while, and said with a smile: "I'm not, I'm Fu Yinqing, Qin Ruo's uncle. Are you his friend? Is he at home?"

Hearing this, Shi Shilei couldn't help being taken aback, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

Fortunately, Fu Qinruo came over and answered the phone.Shi Shilei leaned on the pillar and watched, pursing his lips lightly, thinking about the meaning of his uncle's smiling words.

After a while, Shi Shilei saw that he hung up the phone thoughtfully, and asked in puzzlement, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Fu Qinruo came back to his senses and said with a smile, "It is said that a friend will come with me, don't tell grandparents first, give them a surprise."

The Mr. Zhou who bought calligraphy and paintings was an old friend of Uncle Fu Qinruo, but after all, he didn't know Fu Qinruo, so it would be inappropriate to come here rashly, so Fu Yinqing took the opportunity to accompany him back to Taimen and visit the old man by the way. This Shi Shilei is knew.But he didn't expect that there would be other people, and he said it was a surprise for his grandparents.

"A friend of grandparents?" Shi Shilei asked guessing.

Fu Qinruo didn't quite understand, and speculated: "Probably, if I didn't know each other, my uncle would not have brought me here without saying hello. Grandparents actually don't like strangers."

Grandparents don't like strangers?Although the two old men have been secretly guessing that they are quiet in nature, Shi Shilei would not have dared to admit it if he hadn't heard Fu Qinruo say so himself.After all, he was so presumptuous to go to their painting and calligraphy studio alone as a stranger, and he kept saying that he was looking for Fu Qinruo.He remembers very clearly that his grandparents have been very kind to him since then.

On the phone, my uncle said that they had come off the highway and were heading home.After all, there were guests coming, and they couldn't just idly wear tank tops and shorts, so they went back to the room and changed.

Shi Shilei threw the changed clothes into the basin, took them to the bathroom for washing, and then poured the laundry detergent, when she heard the sound of grandma walking over in slippers.

"Qin Ruo said, Yin Qing and the others are coming?" Grandma Fu had combed her hair neatly and put it in a simple bun.Grandma's hair has already turned gray, and every time she puts it in a simple sandalwood hairpin, she will look cooler than before.

Shi Shilei had to admit that he was somewhat in awe of such a dignified and cold grandma.He put his hand on the edge of the washing machine and nodded.

Xu Shi saw his restraint, Grandma Fu considered him for a moment, then smiled and said: "Don't be too nervous, Yin Qing knows about your affairs." She paused, her words were comforting, "However, after all There are still guests coming, I'm afraid I will wrong you later, let's just say that you are Qin Ruo's friend, and it's summer vacation, come over to play. How about it?"

Of course Shi Shilei knew about it, he nodded repeatedly, and replied: "I know, grandma." He didn't feel that there was any grievance.