Allow her to be pampered

"Then tell me, what kind of pen do you want to make?"

The old man opened his hands on the apron, and looked at the two of them with a smile, "I'd rather be in the family business! Seeing that you are now a family member, right?"

The old man's eyes stopped on Chi Rong, he suppressed his previous impatience, and only smiled heartily and kindly.

Wu Qingzhi spoke first: "Exactly. I came here this time because I hope you can make a pen for my father-in-law. I am also thinking about making another pair with my wife."

Chi Rong reached out and tugged at the corner of Wu Qingzhi's clothes, and asked him in a low voice, "Is there still something for me?"

Wu Qingzhi rubbed her hair, only smiled and said: "Of course, Chi Rong, good things come in pairs."

Given the chance to receive a gift out of thin air, Chi Rong lifted his spirits and waited for the old man to take out a wooden box with great interest.

The lock was lifted, and it was opened. Inside were samples of pen bodies made of various materials, and a row of pen nibs embedded in the velvet pad.

The wooden box and the display in it are extremely simple, but one can tell the craftsman's intentions at a glance.

"It turns out that the pen can be made so beautiful!" Chi Rong couldn't help but praise.

Wu Qingzhi leaned over next to her, and also carefully selected them.

The gold case is too dazzling, and since Chi Kexin is a scholar, the gold case is a bit tacky.The black of the public is too ordinary and dull.

If you choose tortoiseshell pens with assorted colors, I'm afraid you haven't figured out your father-in-law's temperament and made him feel exaggerated.

After thinking about it again and again, Wu Qingzhi finally chose a pure aluminum brushed brush body, which is elegant, dignified, and round.

Seeing that the style he picked was special, Chi Rong thought about it: "This one is really unique, and it's more beautiful than Parker Montblanc."

Wu Qingzhi nodded, and began to discuss by citing classics: "Father-in-law is gentle, gentle, courteous and frugal, and this one probably fits his ideas."

Wu Qingzhi is well-read in poetry and books, and has the temperament and capital of poetry and books in his stomach.

The old man has been making fountain pens for many years, ten years like a day, and he has a great affection for young people like him who speak eloquently, so he personally chooses a bluestone-colored pen body, and recites a poem: If I die, I would like to be a mandarin duck and not envy immortals."

The color of this pen body is indeed not beautiful at first glance, it is the color of herring skin with a bit of earthy color, like a moss-spotted stone in the water.

More properly, the color of flounder.

It can be held in the hand, and the white flesh of the tiger's mouth will set off the elegance of this section of the pen.

The female partner is bluestone, not too delicate, but can show a bit of vigor.For men, it has a gentle and elegant temperament, and will not fall into the stereotypes of pure black or tourmaline.

Chi Rong and Wu Qingzhi immediately fell in love with this color.

"Do you have any requirements for the nib?" The old man asked again, "It is said that women don't need a hard nib, but I suggest that your wife choose a hard nib. You see, you spoil your wife so much that there are no calluses on your fingers." , it is best to hone it with a hard tip!"

Chi Rong didn't know pens, only knew that the old man must have seen her and Wu Qingzhi's excessive lingering from somewhere, so she blushed like a cooked shrimp, and hid behind Wu Qingzhi.

Wu Qingzhi lowered his eyes and only saw Chi Rong's red earlobes, so he said in a harmonious voice, "I'd rather give her a gold-plated soft tip."

Chi Rong poked him in the back a few times, and protested: "I don't want to, I want to listen to Uncle, so I choose the hard tip. You don't need to be reluctant!"

In fact, Chi Rong doesn't know what is hard and soft, but he only judges from a half-knowledge of the words, probably one kind of writing is more laborious and the other kind of writing is smoother.

But Chi Rong also has her own emotions, and she is always pampered by Wu Qingzhi. She is nostalgic in her heart, but also secretly timid, and has a longing for Wu Qingzhi that wants to refuse and welcome.

Confused, exactly.

It is actually very easy to choose whether the nib is soft or hard. Wu Qingzhi is an expert in handwriting, so he has the full power to make the decision.

The most important thing is a hammer-patterned gold-plated nib selected for Chi Kexin, which is soft and firm, and the writing is smooth.

Chi Rong is not familiar with calligraphy, but she always believes in Wu Qingzhi's deep thinking and first-class taste.

The two carefully selected until the sun went down. Wu Qingzhi paid the deposit and left a business card, telling the old man that maybe someone from the family will pick up the finished product, and he can call to identify the person who came.

The old man looked at the large piece of paper with hot stamping on it, and slowly read out what was written on the paper: "Yue'an Wu's Leather Firm..."

He looked sideways at Wu Qingzhi again, as if recalling something, and said eloquently: "Is it the young master? Wu's old master also ordered pens from me. These flounder-colored pen bodies were originally designed for him. opened the mold."

Wu Qingzhi's breathing was stagnant, and a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

The old man sighed: "Time flies so fast... In a blink of an eye, the young master came with the young wife. It really looks like back then... the affectionate appearance of your father and Lingtang..."

Chi Rong immediately noticed his strangeness.

But the blankness in his eyes was just a moment of trance, just for a moment, Wu Qingzhi regained his impeccable gentle smile.

When the two of them left Tongzilou, Wu Qingzhi held Chi Rong's hand.

He squeezed the small soft hand like a powder ball, and suddenly grabbed it and looked at it carefully: "Sure enough, there are no calluses, no wonder the punishment for copying homework is red."

Chi Rong immediately pulled out her hand, hid it behind her waist, and said angrily: "You know how to laugh at me every day, I won't talk to you anymore!"

As he spoke, he trotted forward hurriedly.

Wu Qingzhi strode up to Chi Rong with long legs, blocked her in the corner of the alley, looked into her eyes meticulously, and said in a flustered tone: "Chi Rong, I have said so many times about my father-in-law and father-in-law, and you don't refute her." Me, why are you angry with me now?"

Wu Qingzhi is the best at teasing, and knows how to tease Chi Rong to the point of embarrassment.

Chi Rong is coquettish and arrogant, she doesn't take hard things, so she can only use both soft and hard things, softness is all kinds of spoiled, and from time to time, she just pokes at her weakness that has been loved and taken care of by him.

This is more excruciating than scratching the itch.

Chi Rong couldn't quibble, and blurted out in a hurry: "I can't let you call my father's name directly, but I can only let you make do with calling me father-in-law, otherwise how should I call him!"

Wu Qingzhi said cheekily: "Chi Rong, I can also call you Daddy immediately."

Chi Rong felt that Wu Qingzhi was really annoying, always teasing her on purpose, especially in the past few days, the tendency was getting worse.

Chi Rong already had special thoughts about Wu Qingzhi, but she refused to admit it openly, and insisted on making an excuse.

She reached out and tugged at Wu Qingzhi's tie, and he bent down slightly.

Chi Rong whispered in his ear: "Wu Qingzhi, let me tell you, you are sick, I will let you go, don't get too carried away."

Her words were like sparks that could start a prairie fire, and when they reached Wu Qingzhi's ears, the taste changed completely.

"Chi Rong, you probably misunderstood." Wu Qingzhi touched her forehead, and their breaths were already entangled before they kissed, "I let you."

In the second before the lips were pressed together, what Chi Rong heard was not only Wu Qingzhi's low and hoarse voice, but also his own beating heartbeat.