Pretending to be jealous in the arms of Dali Temple

Chapter 78

A few days later, Wan Yan noticed a change in her surroundings.

The police in Tongshan Prefecture quickly changed a group of people. These people are well-trained and polite when they meet.

Passing by Qingyang Calligraphy and Painting Studio, he just smiled and nodded, and never came in to ask for water.

A few people even walked past without looking sideways.

When Wan Yan met them in the government office, everyone avoided them deliberately, she felt a little strange.

But it's better if you don't meet her. She learned from Xiaoshi that the adults punished those who were unfriendly to her.

There is no one in the Tongshan government office to chew their tongues anymore, Wan Yan is very happy.

It's just that one thing subsides and another starts up.

As Wan Yan's time in the Painting and Calligraphy Studio became longer and longer, more and more people knew that the head of Jiaofang is now the shopkeeper of Qingyang Painting and Calligraphy Studio.

Now there are really many customers visiting Qingyang Painting and Calligraphy Studio.

Fortunately, there are many customers, and the business has also improved.

Shopkeeper Xu did the math, the money Wan Yan earned in half a month, normally shopkeeper Xu would sell it for two months.

"That's fine, shopkeeper Xu, those people come whenever they like, just take a second look, I won't miss anything."

Shopkeeper Xu doesn't think so. If Mr. Su knows this is the case, why don't he get angry and prevent Miss Wanyan from going out?

During these days together, Shopkeeper Xu really thinks Miss Wanyan is pretty good.

He sensed Master Su's affection for Miss Wanyan, and he was also happy to see the young man having a good time.

"Miss Wanyan, why don't I still receive the reception every day in the future, and you are only responsible for repainting?"

Wan Yan shook her head: "Why don't you make money if you have money? Everyone is here to see me, what about us? We want to sell the paintings, and there is no conflict between the two."

Shopkeeper Xu couldn't agree with Wan Yan, and shook his head, "I'm afraid that the girl will be uncomfortable."

Wan Yan smiled and patted the small backpack, where was the bank note that shopkeeper Xu gave her just now, "There are so many, how comfortable you want to be."

Just as I was talking, the door of the calligraphy and painting studio was pushed open, and the wind chime made a crisp sound, and a young girl walked in timidly: "Hello, sorry, I want to ask if there is any need for help here?"

Wan Yan and Shopkeeper Xu exchanged glances, and looked at the girl.

The girl is in her twenties, tall, well-proportioned, with big eyes flashing, and a white jade hairpin on top of her hair in a bun. She is a little embarrassed, but her eyes are a little brave.

"I'm sorry, our store is small and we don't need any manpower for the time being." Shopkeeper Xu declined politely.

The girl looked at the calligraphy and painting studio, with yearning and disappointment in her eyes, "Really? That's a pity, I'm sorry to disturb you two."

The girl turned her head reluctantly, ready to leave.

Wan Yan seemed to see herself back then.

"How about this, you leave an address, and when we need someone in the future, I will go to you as soon as possible."

The girl's eyes flashed brightly for an instant, and then went out.

"No, I'm not from Tongshan Prefecture. I heard that there are many shops here, so I came to try it. If this is the case, I will ask again after a while."

Wan Yan nodded, ready to send the girl out.

The girl said regretfully to Wan Yan, "Seeing that you are young, it's great to be able to run this painting and calligraphy studio. I also like painting, but it's a pity that I can't stay here."

"What's your name?" Wan Yan has a good impression of this fast-talking girl.

"Lu Mingyu."

"Your name is very poetic. You are not from Tongshan Prefecture, so where are you from?"

"Lingjiang mansion."

Wan Yan didn't have any idea about Lingjiang Mansion, and echoed with a smile on her face: "It's far away from here, isn't it?"

"It took me a day to walk by water."

"Why do you want to come to Tongshan Mansion? There is no place to work in Lingjiang?"

Lu Mingyu's face suddenly cast a shadow, "Oh, there is no way." The girl smiled helplessly, her eyes turned to a certain point in the distance, and her eyes changed from bright to dim.

Everyone has something on their minds, it doesn't matter if you don't ask.

Wan Yan watched Lu Mingyu all the time, saw her ask a few more shops on this street, and then chatted with the aunt who sold groceries at the street corner.

Wan Yan looked away.

After lunch, the noon sun just hit Tongshan Street.

Although Qingyang Painting and Calligraphy Studio faces north and south, its facade faces the direction of sunrise.

At this time every afternoon, the aunt who sells groceries will push the cart not far from the entrance of Qingyang Painting and Calligraphy Studio, and sell her small groceries in the shade under the eaves.

The aunt and Wan Yan got acquainted very quickly, and she especially liked to chat with her. The aunt could still look straight at Wan Yan's face occasionally.

He kept muttering: "How can there be such a beautiful girl in the world?"

The more I look at it, the more I like it, and I am willing to say anything to Wan Yan.

Today is also the same, the aunt pushed the small cart over, and stood at the door and yelled at Wanyan: "Girl, come, let's chat if it's okay."

There are usually no guests at this time of the afternoon, so Wan Yan walked out.

She also likes to chat with her aunt long and short. In just half a month, Wan Yan knew all about the big and small affairs of every household on this street.

"It's surprisingly hot today. If it's still like this tomorrow, I won't be out of the stall." The aunt wiped her sweat.

Wan Yan was sitting under the eaves, fiddling with the aunt's various gadgets in her hands.

A gust of wind blows, and it is cooler than the inside of the study.

"Aren't you coming? How boring is it at home? It's windy now, is my aunt still hot?"

The aunt shook her clothes and shook her head: "Are you old enough? Why do you feel like you're on fire all over your body?"

Wan Yan chuckled, she didn't feel it, "Auntie, don't move, just sit quietly like this, it will cool off after a while."

The two sat side by side behind the stroller, and the aunt sighed: "Who would have thought that you would sit on the street with me? You are the number one girl."

After finishing speaking, the aunt was a little embarrassed: "Look at me, I actually said such a thing, it should be hit."

Wan Yan didn't mind, she shook her head: "This is the truth, it's not about whether I want it or not, it's there, if I even care about it, wouldn't it be impossible to live in the future?"

The little girl's eyes gleamed with determination.

She also knew that her aunt wasn't mean, but she just said what she thought.

"I like my aunt's temperament. She doesn't hide it or hide it. Say what you want. That's great. I'm not that fragile. Don't worry."

My aunt wanted to sigh again what a good girl Wan Yan was. A woman in her 30s with messy skirts and uncombed hair ran towards the cart.

The aunt stood up, put her hands on her hips, and aggressively picked up the feather duster on the small cart: "Crazy Fan, don't come here, be careful and I will hit you."

Wan Yan also stood up. She knew this woman, who was running around the street crazily all day long. Everyone called her Crazy Fan.

Fan hummed, she was not afraid of Auntie at all, she avoided the feather duster in Auntie's hand, ran to the small cart in a few steps, stretched out her hand, grabbed a few handkerchiefs, hair flowers, and ran away.

Wan Yan wanted to stop her, but Fan dexterously got into the aisle between the two shops and disappeared.

The aunt was so angry that she scolded her mother.

Wan Yan was even more embarrassed: "It's all my fault, I didn't stop it."

"That's a lunatic, no one can stop him, do you see? She is not afraid of feather dusters."

The two looked helplessly at the messy cart.

"It's okay, the little thing doesn't have much money. One day I saw her family Fan Qing and asked him for money. I remembered this. Why haven't I seen Fan Qing for so long?"

(End of this chapter)