Sheng Chong Second Marriage

Chapter 35

He said yes, but didn't say she stole it, because it was in a public place, and Song Yichen took care of Guan Yuanyuan's face.

Ji Jiaqi's heart was pounding, she reached out and pulled Guan Yuanyuan's arm, signaling her to leave.

Only then did Guan Yuanyuan realize that she had made a slip of the tongue, but she quickly calmed down and pointed at Ji Jiaqi,
"They are in the same dormitory."

Ji Jiaqi didn't expect that Guan Yuanyuan would push herself out, so she gritted her teeth and smiled at Song Yichen, her erratic eyes quickly looked elsewhere.

Song Yichen looked at Ji Jiaqi, and he was no stranger to Ji Jiaqi's impression, so he quickly dismissed that thought.It is reasonable for a dormitory to know.

"Sir, we have other styles of watches here, do you want to have a look?" The sweet voice of the salesperson came from behind.

"No, thank you." Before returning the watch just now to the salesperson, Song Yichen glanced at the price list hanging on the watch.

Song Yichen was about to leave when he saw Guan Yuanyuan still standing there staring at him, so he kindly said,

"Go back quickly, the two girls are not safe outside at night."

Guan Yuanyuan is still angry,

"What are you afraid of? Our driver is waiting outside."

As he spoke, he turned around proudly and left without looking back.

Song Yichen looked at Guan Yuanyuan's back and his scalp felt a little numb. He was most afraid of being such a delicate and rich daughter in his life, but it was a pity that he still provoked her.Looking back at the female watch that had been put back into the glass counter, Song Yichen's scalp became even more numb, he smiled wryly, and left the mall.

On Saturday morning, while the others were still under the covers, Song Yichen was fully dressed and ready to go out.

"Going out so early?" Zhang Yangrui stretched out his hand from under the quilt to look at his phone, seven o'clock in winter is still very early.

"En." Saying that, Song Yichen put his backpack on one shoulder, opened the door and walked out.

Today is Xiaohan, and it is the weekend. Except for a few students or teachers doing morning exercises, there are only gusts of cold wind on campus.Song Yichen pulled the zipper of his coat to the top, tightened the backpack on his right shoulder, and walked towards the bus stop outside the school.

After changing two buses, Song Yichen arrived at the destination.It is a deep alley, passing through the alley, there are two rows of antique buildings inside, where the four treasures of the study, such as brushes, ink, paper and inkstones, are sold here, as well as calligraphy and paintings and some unknown cultural relics and antiques.

It was already eight or nine o'clock when we arrived at the alley. This street is different from those bustling shopping malls. There are not many people. Usually, there are more tourists who come here. Now this time is even rarer. Even some stores are not open yet.

Song Yichen seemed to be very familiar with this place, after many twists and turns, he came to a small shop called "Baoyanzhai".

Calling "Teacher Ge" inside, Song Yichen walked straight in.

I saw an Eight Immortals table in the middle of the main hall, and an old man with a long white beard, wearing a pair of reading glasses, was writing with a brush.

Hearing someone yelling, the old man raised his head and squinted his eyes to see the person clearly through the light source outside.

"Yichen? Why are you here so early?"

"Yeah." Song Yichen put down his backpack, walked to the side of the table, rubbed his somewhat frozen hands, looked at the calligraphy written by the old man,
"The teacher is writing?"

"Well, you come." After finishing speaking, the old man handed the brush in his hand to Song Yichen.

Song Yichen didn't hesitate, took the pen, dipped it in the ink, and danced around.

The old man's handwriting is vigorous and powerful, while Song Yichen's handwriting is somewhat delicate and elegant.

The old man didn't read Song Yichen's handwriting, and sat on the grand teacher's chair beside him, drinking hot tea.After a long time, the old man put down the vacuum flask, took out a wad of money from the drawer of the counter,

"Part of the calligraphy and painting you brought over last time was sold for 580 yuan. Why is there any difficulty?"

The old man Song Yichen called "Teacher Ge" is the owner of this "Baoyanzhai". Because he loves calligraphy, he opened this shop after retirement.

In addition to tuition fees and living expenses, Song Yichen also sends some money to his mother every month.Sometimes the money for scholarships and part-time jobs is not enough, so Song Yichen drew some ink paintings and put them in Baoyanzhai and entrusted the old man to help them sell them.

The old man's life is not too tight, especially for young people like Song Yichen who are self-reliant, so he volunteered to help. Fortunately, Song Yichen is good at painting, and the paintings left here can be sold.

Song Yichen was also very grateful for the old man's care over the past few years, because the old man could write well, so he respectfully called him teacher.

It has been more than three years since he was a freshman, and the old man is quite familiar with Song Yichen, and he has somewhat understood Song Yichen's situation and his personality.The old man has a granddaughter who is the same age as Song Yichen, who is going to university in other places.After meeting Song Yichen at Baoyanzhai last summer vacation, he became interested in him. The old man didn't think that Song Yichen's family was poor, and enjoyed it, but it was a pity that Song Yichen didn't agree.

Song Yichen's hand holding the writing brush paused for a moment, he didn't dare to mention that he was buying a watch for the girl he likes, so he just smiled lightly,
"I made the teacher laugh again."

"What's there to laugh at? Tell the teacher if you have any difficulties."

"Yeah." Song Yichen agreed, not wanting to take the old man's kindness directly, but he never told anyone about it during the most difficult time.

　The most valuable thing is not the most expensive thing, but the most expensive thing he can afford.

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