(Finally I got my wish and made it to the recommendation list. It’s the first time in my life. With the first time, is the second time still far away? The third update is here, so continue to ask for support!)

Today is Mo Sanniang's birthday, so Chen Jianchen went home for dinner - he had already bought a gift, a silver hairpin, which was well-made. Although it was not produced by a skilled craftsman, it was also exquisite.

Now Chen Jianchen's pen and ink market has risen, and he has gradually gained some fame among the consignment authors in Xuenizhai, and every work is very popular.

Among them, his song "Down" made great contributions and brought considerable fame.

Fame and fortune, fame is before fortune. Especially under the political system of the Tiantong Dynasty, fame is particularly important. With the halo of fame, you can often achieve twice the result with half the effort. Therefore, in order to gain reputation, many scholars and officials spared no expense.

Of course, the popularity of writing and ink is closely related to Chen Jianchen's own level. His calligraphy has gradually improved and reached a certain level after long-term and persistent practice.

He is willing to learn, dares to innovate, and his personal style is gradually developed.

In addition, Chen Jianchen wrote a piece of characters, which were either out of context or famous poems. Unlike ordinary people who wrote ink, they copied the words on the four books and sages.

This is very different.

It can be said that half of what he sold was his writing skills, while half of his talent was his predecessors.

The two complement each other and have awesome styles. Therefore, even if the price is higher, people like to buy it instead of choosing mediocre pens and inks.

The market for pen and ink is actually very large. Many families will buy calligraphy works from time to time, or decorate them for art, or give gifts to others; or think they have collection value and keep them. When the author becomes famous in the future, he can sell them at a high price.

Chen Jianchen's Bimo market is good, so Manager Li treats it differently. He treats him very thoughtfully and keeps talking to him. He asks him to write more. It is best to write more than a dozen pictures a day, and he can make a fortune.

But how could Chen Jianchen listen to his remarks?

Calligraphy, brush and ink are art, not copying books and writing, and are not energy-producing. If you want to seek benefits in the short term and do it in a rough manner, it is equivalent to killing a chicken to get an egg and destroying your future.

Therefore, he still acted at his own pace, and even had stricter requirements. He wrote down what he felt was not satisfied with, and tore it off and threw it into the trash can.

A gentleman should be strict with himself!

In this way, he could write a calligraphy that suits his wishes every three days, and he took it to Xuenizhai for consignment. Over time, he also sold a lot of money. Most of them were used to repay the debt. Although Wang Fu said he was not in a hurry to repay it, and even implied that he didn't have to repay it at all. However, Chen Jianchen refused to accept it. The number of friendship should be clearly distinguished, and there should be loans and repayments.

After selling the words to pay off his debts, Chen Jianchen's remaining money now became more shabby. In order to buy the hairpin to celebrate his mother's birthday, he almost devoted all his body to him. But he didn't feel sorry for him at all. Compared with Mo Sanniang's efforts for him, what is this small hairpin?

It's simply not worth mentioning.

Who says that a person who is in love with a single grass can repay the spring sunshine?

Probably so.

The sunset was setting, and Chen Jianchen walked lightly on the street, heading towards his new home at the east end of the street.

When passing a cross street intersection, I looked up and saw a carved sedan chair for two people parked in front of me, parked outside the door of a cloth shop.

Chen Jianchen glanced at him by accident and happened to see a girl walking out of the store.

The girl is tall, with her clothes flying, and her face is completely free of powder. She has a clean face, her eyebrows are as dark as a distant black, and her eyes are flowing. She is not as beautiful as autumn, but better than autumn, and her delicate willow posture, and is unscrupulously showing a kind of beauty that can make people suffocate.

Chen Jianchen felt a little familiar, but the girl saw him and suddenly opened her mouth and shouted: "Chen Jianchen, why are you here?"

This title is completely out of normal customary rituals, which makes people stunned. I never expected it to come from the mouth of a beautiful girl who looks like a lady from a wealthy family.

It tastes a bit shocking!

There are many people on the street who have heard the reputation.

Chen Jianchen's mind flashed and he blurted out: "Nie Xiaoqian, so you are here!"

I felt something was wrong when I said it.

Nie Xiaoqian pursed her lips and smiled, and the instant charm made the sunset in the sky lose. However, the girl stopped talking and got into the sedan chair, carried by two sedan chairmen, and walked in the other direction.

Chen Jianchen watched the sedan chair go away, and his heart was filled with all kinds of flavors: time and space change, things change, but there seemed to be something in the dark that had not changed at all. An accidental encounter and the simplest greeting instantly made people feel that time and space overlapped together without any flaws.

Why are you here?

It turns out that you are here too...

Have you been searching for such an encounter in my heart?

Chen Jianchen suddenly sighed:

In fact, he has changed a lot when he came to this world. His past and present lives have been confusedly integrated together, and he will no longer distinguish between each other.

Whether Zhuangsheng dreams of butterflies or yellow beams, it is a life that is between dreams and reality. People are just to seek some real meaning of existence.

The afterglow of the sunset shone on Chen Jianchen's body, and there was a warm feeling. He was standing there in a daze. Suddenly, a maid ran up in front of him. He recognized that it was the person who was following Nie Xiaoqian.

The maid ran away in a row, panting, and ran to Chen Jianchen, her face turned red, calmed down slightly, and quickly saluted her respectfully, and then said, "Young Master Chen, my lady wants you to write a picture."

Chen Jianchen asked: "Write? What words do you write?"

The maid said, "The lady didn't say it, she just asked you to write a piece of characters, and you can write whatever you like."

Is this how?

Chen Jianchen seemed to have some understanding.

The maid said again: "Mr. Chen, please, I'll go back to submit to Miss Shi first." He saluted again and ran back. After all, he was a maid from a wealthy family, with a clear etiquette and no bad at all. However, her lady seemed to be a wonderful person who regarded ethics as shackles. Whenever she had the chance, she always had to make a profit and shook her.

Chen Jianchen was silent for a moment, then burst into laughter, and walked towards his home regardless of the astonishment and inexplicable gazes around him.

In the house, Abao was already busy.

Today is my godmother's birthday. She doesn't allow Mo Sanniang to cook, and she handles it alone inside and out. At a young age, she can burst out with great energy.

Mo Sanniang couldn't live in her room and weaving cloth in her room. Although she moved into the city, she did not give up her weaving skills. She could not only pass the time, but also earn some money to subsidize her family, killing two birds with one stone. What's more, she was a person who was used to doing things and couldn't be idle at all.

"Mom, I'm back!"

Chen Jianchen opened the door and his mood was already peaceful.

c@.
Chapter completed!