The hardware store at the entrance of the village has all kinds of tools. After this trip, the change on hand of the two of them is considered to be half a hundred, and there is almost nothing left. If there is no income, let alone some snacks, the two of them may have to drink the northwest wind. Looking at Chang Yu's posture, it seems that she won't go out. Ji Yaoguang looked at some messages on her mobile phone, and a happy smile appeared on her face. She waved to Chang Yu and said, "I'm going out Make money."
The primary school student fans I met last time were more powerful than I imagined. It didn’t take long before someone added her contact information, saying that she needed to write love letters for her, and the price was negotiated. There will be a "huge sum" today.
"Where are you going?" Chang Yu put down the tools at hand, raised his eyes and asked.
"Help someone write a love letter." Ji Yaoguang smiled and brought the phone to Chang Yu, and said quite proudly, "Look, this, this, and this, they all need to be written, and one of them is still I paid a deposit of ten yuan!" Although it is a waste of brains, it is Ji Yaoguang's strong point after all. After years of study, she finally found a use. Compared with the tiring work of moving bricks at the construction site, isn't she much happier
Chang Yu said again: "Then where are you going?"
Ji Yaoguang replied: "Don't go too far, the location is set in the small open space at the entrance of the inn. They are all from the village, and it is easier to find the place if they know each other." Bring a table and stool, and then ask the inn proprietress Borrow some pen, ink, paper and inkstone, her calligraphy is not good-looking, so let Jiang Yusheng copy a copy. Chang Yu hasn't touched her small wooden items for a long time, and when conditions permit, she will naturally not disturb Chang Yu, although she is more inclined to let Chang Yu go with her in her heart. Regretful sighs drowned out her lips, Ji Yaoguang smiled at Chang Yu and walked out of the room.
Liu Ran, who seemed to be squatting at the door, quickly followed up with the camera on his shoulders, looking back at Chang Yu from time to time. You must know that these two have always entered and exited together, why is Ji Yaoguang alone today
"Teacher Ji." Jiang Yusheng was feeding the cat in the yard. When she saw Ji Yaoguang coming out, she looked left and right like Liu Ran, blinking her smart eyes as if asking about Chang Yu's whereabouts. The resulting shyness made her blushed and at a loss when she yelled those three words, let alone speak other words.
"Little Sheng, how is your handwriting?" Among the other six guests on the show, Jiang Yusheng was the best to handle. Looking at the cute little fans in front of her, Ji Yaoguang also had a smile on her face. She slowed down her tone and asked softly.
Startled by Ji Yaoguang's sudden affectionate call, Jiang Yusheng grabbed the corner of his clothes with his hands, feeling uneasy and apprehensive. She secretly glanced at Ji Yaoguang, and stammered: "It's okay."
"Okay!" Ji Yaoguang snapped his fingers, like the leader of a small team, and responded imposingly, "Then follow me." Jiang Yusheng, who regards Ji Yaoguang as a goddess, naturally didn't ask any more questions, with a look of surprise, Like a little tail following behind. The siren, who was suddenly deprived of food, expressed his dissatisfaction with a "meow", and several of them ran to Ji Yaoguang's feet, circling around her trousers. It's a pity that this is a shit-shoveling officer who never fulfills his duties, only a ruthless "go"!
In the process of moving tables and stools, Jiang Yusheng learned the whole process from Ji Yaoguang's mouth. She didn't need to do anything, just copy what Ji Yaoguang wrote down. When she was in school, she admired the talent of this senior, how could she not be excited to see her write a pen? With a blushing face, he moved the stool and trotted for a while, and didn't even hear Bian Yuting's voice.
Mengjia Village was a relatively backward village a long time ago. At that time, there were very few literate people in the village. There was only one teacher who occasionally sat at the entrance of the village. When someone asked him to write or read home letters, he would help. Sometimes, he was holding his blue-covered book and shaking his head to read. Ji Yaoguang's appearance really resembles the old teacher. This day happened to be the weekend, and the surrounding elementary and middle school students were all at home on vacation. After waiting for a while, the elementary school student really came as scheduled, and behind her were two 17-year-old girls, dressed in quite fashionable clothes.
"Goddess, these two are my older sisters, they need to write love poems!" the little fan's eyes sparkled, and he yelled loudly before he got close. These two fashionable sisters of hers must know more about the outside world than she does. With a turn of their beautiful eyeballs, their scrutinizing eyes moved on the faces of Ji Yaoguang and Jiang Yusheng.
Ji Yaoguang can see their concerns at a glance, it is nothing more than why the people around them are not Chang Yu, and which rumors on the Internet are true. The carnival-loving nature is entangled with the natural simplicity, and they finally show their politeness, restraint and restraint. He dug out a few pieces of peach-colored letterhead from the bag he was carrying, and said his request. When he finally asked Ji Yaoguang to sign his autograph, he glanced at her nervously.
"No problem." Ji Yaoguang agreed with all his mouth. It's not just his fans who are giving money now, but the customers. For them, writing love poems must be inlaid with the name of the person they like, and they see it as a hidden meaning, not the charm of the whole day. Ji Yaoguang thought for a moment, then began to write on the draft paper, while Jiang Yusheng propped his chin, looking at her obsessively, blinking from time to time, showing a look of "Why is my goddess so powerful".
"Thank you, Goddess, we will not blackmail you online in the future." The two sisters walked in unison, and they were full of joy when they received the peach-colored letterhead. He took out 20 yuan in cash from the bag and handed it to Ji Yaoguang, then turned around and left excitedly. And the elementary school fan was bouncing around, her two ponytails swaying in the wind, and seeing that she was about to disappear, she turned around and waved at Ji Yaoguang.
After these people disappeared, the small stall that wrote the love letter was deserted for a while before someone came to ask. The girl looked like she was in her twenties, and she had two sweet dimples when she smiled. After asking a few words, a look of hesitation and struggle appeared on her face, she took steps as if she wanted to leave, but finally turned back. At this moment, Chang Yu's voice also broke into Ji Yaoguang's ears. Jiang Yusheng's reaction was the biggest, like a frightened rabbit immediately bouncing away from Ji Yaoguang's side. She felt a deep-seated fear of Chang Yu, and she didn't stay long on the pretext of having an appointment with Bian Yuting. Run towards the inn.
Chang Yu lowered her eyes and sat down beside Ji Yaoguang. She touched her face and asked casually, "Am I scary? Why did Yusheng react like this when he saw me?"
"I don't know." Ji Yaoguang shook his head, and said again, "Why did you come out?"
"Stuffy, come out to take a breath." Chang Yu snorted, "Why, did you disturb you and the little girl?"
"How can there be any little girl." Ji Yaoguang squinted her eyes and chuckled, and put the few banknotes she earned from selling her literary talents into Chang Yu's pocket, then turned to look at the girl who was hesitating, "little girl Sister, what do you want to write?"
"I—" When the girl saw Chang Yu, she cast her gaze on her. Seeing Chang Yu write the word "Yao" one after another on the paper with the wolf hair dipped in ink, she was a little moved. After deliberating for a moment, she whispered, "I don't know. I want to write something to my first love, but I haven't seen her for a long time. I heard that she is still single, but I don't know how."
Ji Yaoguang chuckled: "Do you need help?"
"Then I'll trouble Teacher Ji and Teacher Chang." The girl paused and thanked her with lowered eyebrows.
Ji Yaoguang didn't start writing, she stretched out her hand and pushed Chang Yu, looked at her side face and hummed softly: "Recognize the ink marks on the red paper carefully, the five words and seven characters are always fresh. Past events and old things are unreasonable dreams, don't worry about where you are Chen? Visiting the old place, asking the neighbors, knowing the king is still a free body. In the past, I was said to be unparalleled, but now who is the number one in my heart." Ji Yaoguang spoke very slowly, and this "Partridge Sky" whispered between his lips and teeth Gently, her voice is Lingling, as if it is a ballad that touches people's hearts. Not long after her words fell, Chang Yu also put away the pen and blew on the scratches on the paper, and she whispered: "Okay."
The girl's eyes lit up, she took the que from Chang Yu's hand, hesitated for a moment, and said timidly: "Mr. Chang, can I ask you to sign another name for me?" She is a fan of Chang Yu, There are various posters in the house. When I saw Ji Yaoguang, I was just surprised. It didn't take long for Chang Yu to walk out, which really gave her a big surprise. Chang Yu showed indifference and alienation on Weibo, but after seeing it with her own eyes, she found that she was more talkative than expected. After accepting the signature with joy, the girl took out a hundred-yuan bill from her bag and handed it to Chang Yu.
It seems that doing business also needs the bonus of appearance.
Ji Yaoguang chuckled, her eyes sparkled: "Mr. Chang, I want an autograph too."
Chang Yu turned to look at her, and replied lightly: "Okay." She picked up the writing brush that was set aside, approached Ji Yaoguang, and quickly wrote two words on her face. The itchy feeling came from the face that was in contact with the pen, Ji Yaoguang frowned, and stretched out his hand to touch it.
"What did you write?"
"Don't wipe it." Chang Yu snorted softly, "Didn't you want to sign it yourself?"