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Anseong.
"Want this."
A childish and clear child's voice came from the antique stall. Looking over, there was a little boy wearing a blue straight-sleeved short coat standing in front of the stall. The boy had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, red lips and white teeth. Despite his young age, he gave people a very calm and gentle look. When he spoke, he raised his head slightly and pointed at a petal-shaped Kong Mingsuo on the stall.
"That's great." The boss packed it and handed it to him.
Wen Jian paid the money, took Kong Mingsuo and left.
When he passed by a stall selling wontons that he loved to go to, the boss, Mr. Li, called him: "Xiao Jian, are you free to help uncle write a sign?"
Wen Jian walked over and saw Old Uncle Li putting wontons into the soup pot and saying, "Yesterday, my signboard accidentally blew away in the wind. My uncle is illiterate. Can you write one for me?"
Wen Jian responded, took off the book bag on his back, took out the pen and ink, raised his head and asked Old Man Li: "What words should I write?"
Old Man Li put the lid on the pot, took the wooden sign and placed it on the table where Wen Jian was sitting, "Let's write Mr. Li Wonton Stand."
So Wen Jian lowered his head slightly and picked up the pen to write. Wen Jian's handwriting was very beautiful. People in the whole Xu Street knew that the teacher Wen in the school was a figure from Yulin Academy, and Wen Jian was Wen Jian's handwriting. The teacher's children naturally acquire good calligraphy from an early age.
After Wen Jian wrote these words on the wooden sign, she raised her head and asked Old Uncle Li: "Uncle, do you agree?"
Uncle Li came over and took a look, his eyes narrowed with laughter, "Chengchengcheng, Xiao Jian is amazing. Don't leave yet. Uncle will bring you a bowl of wontons to eat."
Wen Jian did not refuse, sat down obediently and said, "Thank you, uncle."
Old man Li first went to serve wontons to several guest officers at a table next to him, but what he didn't know was that the people sitting at the table were Sheng Nanshen and his subordinates who were on patrol incognito.
After Uncle Li brought a bowl of wonton noodles to Wen Jian, he hung up the wooden sign.
The cold wind blew, and the wooden sign hanging in the air swayed.
Sheng Nanchen raised his eyes and glanced at the words on the wooden sign, and was pleased, "The words written at a young age are quite beautiful."
Wen Jian lowered his head and ate the noodles. When he heard this, his small body paused slightly. He turned around and followed the voice and looked over. He saw several adults sitting across from him. They all looked very impressive. Wen Jian followed him politely. The person who praised him thanked him.
Sheng Nanchen saw how cute the little boy was, and said to his subordinates: "Go get my blood jade pen."
The subordinate was stunned for a moment, but he didn't say anything. He got up and went to get something. He quickly took the blood jade pen and handed it to the emperor.
After Sheng Nanchen took the pen, he stood up and sat down at the table where Wen Jian was sitting. Wen Jian was drinking soup from the bowl. When he heard the noise, he raised his head and saw the adult just sitting down, looking at him in confusion. he.
"Child, this is for you. A good pen can write better-looking words."
Sheng Nanchen said, handing the blood jade pen to him.
Wen Jian did not answer it. He lowered his head and looked at the pen handed over by Sheng Nanchen. The pen was very delicate and beautiful. It looked like a precious rarity. He raised his head, shook his head and said, "Thank you, uncle, for your kindness. Mother said you can’t take things from strangers.”
Sheng Nanchen was slightly startled. He didn't expect that this little guy had such backbone. He knew it was a good thing, but he still refused to accept it.