My husband is a white lotus

Knowing that he misunderstood, Wen Heng stepped forward and explained: "Don't listen to his nonsense! My cousin has a funny temper and always likes to joke."

He patted Bai He's shoulder jokingly, "You are too old to have a wife, let alone a child, and you always lie about A Chi as his son. You won't be deceived by him too, right?"

Who is very old?Maybe this is the truth, but Xianjun was a little annoyed when he heard it, and was about to get angry, but Wen Heng was holding his palm from his sleeve while smiling.

Bai Xianjun was happy, no matter what reason Xiao Xiucai showed his favor to him, he didn't care anymore.

Little did he know that Wen Heng was also sweating.The dignity of a god cannot be trampled on, but if he is allowed to speak recklessly, things will be even more troublesome.In desperation, he reminded Bai He with small gestures, signaling him to restrain himself in front of A Chi.

But why is Bai He smiling so happily?Wen Heng was puzzled, and suddenly lowered his head, his fingers were still tightly pinched by Bai He, and hurriedly retracted with a blushing face.

Bai Xianjun appreciated this shyness with satisfaction.It seems that Xiao Xiucai is not completely unmoved by him, if he is really like a pool of stagnant water, Bai He will be disappointed instead.

Across the counter, Tailor Yu couldn't see the two people's private actions, so he could only say awkwardly: "No, Mr. Wen, you are also an old acquaintance, so naturally I can't make a mistake."

After registering the size, Wen Heng paid the deposit and agreed to pick it up after five days, so he took A Chi's hand and led him away from Yu's shop.

"Where are we going now?" Bai He clings to the elder and younger two lingeringly, and from time to time makes a sound to show his presence.

Wen Heng stopped, "I still have some things to do later, why don't you take Achi around."

Anyway, Xianjun's purpose is to have a son who can be alone with A Chi, which must be his wish.

Who knows that Bai He refused without thinking, "No, I can't leave you alone."

Wen Heng opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Bai He realized his recklessness, and hurriedly added: "I mean, A Chi can't live without you, even if I take him away, I'm sure I won't have a good time."

Looking at the faces of the two adults, Xiaotuanzi nodded hastily.

Wen Heng couldn't help it, "Do whatever you want."

Bai He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he really didn't dare to let Xiao Xiucai go alone, who knows who he is going to meet and what to do?Seeing Wen Heng's sneaky appearance, who Bao Qi is going to meet with privately, thinking of this, Xianjun feels a lot of claws scratching his heart and restless.

Unexpectedly, Wen Heng made many twists and turns, but finally came to a fragrant sesame oil shop.

Of course he didn't come to buy sesame oil.

The owner of this shop is an old acquaintance with him, and when they met, he went into the room and found out a package of things and handed it to him, and said with a smile: "Count it up, I don't dare to lose your things."

Wen Heng also smiled, "What nonsense, of course I can trust you."

Xianjun Bai He looked at it with sour jealousy, and waited for Wen Heng to come out, and then he greeted him arrogantly and asked bluntly: "What are you talking about?"

"You'll find out later." Wen Heng said lightly, as if he was trying to show off.

There is always something to hide from others, as if the two are still very different, Bai He thought a little angrily - although in Wen Heng's cognition, he is indeed an outsider.

Detouring from Dongshi, Wen Heng came to Miaotang Street, which was filled with cigarettes. This area is the only place to go to Xiangguo Temple to burn incense, so it is extremely lively.There are countless fruit sellers, jugglers, and clay figurines.

What Wen Heng does for a living is selling calligraphy and paintings.He doesn't have much means of earning a living, and he can't do hard work. Except for the bundle repairs sent by students, he can only rely on a good pen to earn some money to supplement his family.

Bai He looked at the calligraphy and paintings spread out in front of him, clicked his tongue once or twice, and asked, "Did you draw these ink paintings yourself?"

"No, it was Chang Yunqi who caught the knife, he is best at ink painting." Wen Heng replied.

It's the ubiquitous bastard again.Even though it would hurt to be jealous of ordinary people, a trace of displeasure flashed between Bai He's brows, and he said stiffly: "The painting is so ugly, and the writing is so general, no wonder it can't be sold."

Wen Heng was silent for a moment, and said, "I wrote that word myself."

"..." Bai He knew that he had caused trouble, so he was quick to talk, but he didn't expect to belittle him, so he tried to make amends, "I was just joking, but the words were good."

No matter how he accompanied the smiling face, the little scholar's goodwill could not be saved, because the business was indeed not very lively.

Bai He felt that he had a crow's mouth, and wished to slap him immediately. Looking at Wen Heng's gloomy face, he knew that if he couldn't sell a few calligraphy and painting fans today, Xiao Xiucai might not even be able to sleep well.

This will not work!

Bai He thought for a while, and asked him, "Is there any blank fan?"

Of course there are.Some customers like temporary inscriptions, or get a good sentence, or like to smell the scent of ink that has just been dyed, so before setting up the stall, Wen Heng always prepares a few fan frame frames, so that customers can have their own entertainment Of course, Wen Heng also helped with writing when he had the opportunity to enjoy himself, but he couldn’t do anything else—he knew nothing about painting.

This area is full of bluestone brick floors, which are cleaned every day, but it is still a bit dirty for the clean Xianjun.Bai He frowned, had no choice but to sit down on the ground, snatched the ink pen from Wen Heng's hand, and traced it carefully on the snow-white fan.

Good-looking people will attract attention wherever they go.What's more, there are many wives and grandmas who came to Xiangguo Temple to worship today, seeing a handsome young man sitting here with his head buried in a book, they all gathered here curiously.

But I saw a white lotus slowly blooming under the pen that was as thin as a hair, and the blue waves were reflected under it, facing the breeze, and it was swaying and graceful.Even the light ink energy seems to have turned into a lotus fragrance, curling into people's nostrils.

This is a magic skill!The onlookers all praised it in their hearts.One of the impatient ones couldn't help but ask, "How much does this fan cost?"

Bai He didn't even lift his eyelids, "No more, no less, ten taels of silver."

This is too expensive, and robbing money is not such a way to rob.Although the female family member was overwhelmed by the painter's demeanor, she didn't go to the point of spending ten taels of silver to buy a pair of folding fans. She couldn't help but blushed, "This is too nonsense, whose fan is worth so much? If so For the jade fan in the palace, it is reasonable to sell it at this price."

Bai He smiled lightly and raised his head, "It's still early spring, Madam, did you buy the fan for cooling? Naturally, it is because it is elegant. It can be seen that the value of this pair of folding fans does not lie in the material it is made of. It's about the painting, isn't it?"

The ink on the painting was dry, and Bai Hehuo flicked his arm, and the folding fan suddenly closed, and the bright lotus petals on the fan surface gathered together, just like a unique lotus lamp, against the lotus dew, just like Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva sprinkled countless grace.

Such ingenious brushwork and thought, how can it not make people amazed.

The woman also looked forward to it, and said unwillingly: "Five taels of silver."

To deal with such a master bargainer, Bai He's answer was only light and fluffy, "I don't sell." He simply put away the fan and started to paint another painting, as if he didn't do these things for money, but just for the sake of money. As if you appreciate it yourself.

The world's psychology is so mysterious, the more you can't get it, the more you want it.Wen Heng originally thought that if he opened his mouth like a lion, the things would definitely not be sold. Unexpectedly, in less than a stick of incense, someone took the first painting first.

After that, things will be easy, one word spreads to ten, ten spreads to hundreds, and in the market, it is said that there is a strange person who is good at painting fans next to Xiangguo Temple, and they rush to watch.Some also felt that the lotus pattern alone was a bit monotonous, and asked Wen Heng to inscribe some words and sentences on the side. In this way, even those calligraphy and paintings that could not be sold before were also sold.

But Bai He accepted it as soon as it was good. After selling about [-] or [-] pieces, he stopped painting, and said to the outside world that he had run out of thoughts, and asked them to come back another day.

Wen Heng asked why, and Bai He said: "Rare is the most precious thing. If I paint a lot, who will regard this worthless folding fan as a treasure? I would rather make less, and those who buy it will hear it." Legend has it that showing off how rare this item is will keep our business going."

Wen Heng was overwhelmed with admiration. He felt that if this fairy came down to do business, he would surely be able to live a prosperous life.It's a pity that he happened to be a god. I haven't heard that gods are obsessed with fame and fortune. Most of them are pure-hearted and ascetic.

On the contrary, people like Wen Heng with a heart of wealth and fortune are depressed and can only live in a small mountain village. It can be seen that God's arrangements for people are clear-in short, it will not make everyone feel better.

Bai He seemed to be someone who really didn't care about money, he gently pushed the box towards Wen Heng, "These are all the silver sold today, please keep them safe."

The little scholar's stubbornness broke again, "No, if you didn't help me, how could I sell so much today? In any case, I should share half of it with you."

Bai He had no choice but to come up with a sweet idea, "Then let A Chi keep it for me, anyway, what's his is mine, and what's mine is his."

Wen Heng thought for a while, and reluctantly agreed.

Xiao Tuanzi was sandwiched between two adults, but his dark eyes shone with doubts: Who belongs to whose?What does this have to do with him?

Wen Heng packed up his things, and the three of them walked back along the original road.Passing by a vendor selling candied haws skewers, Xiaotuanzi's eyes froze, and he couldn't help looking at the red fruit.

But he didn't dare to open his mouth to ask his father for it, Wen Heng never allowed him to eat these sweet and sour foods, saying it was a toothache.Therefore, even if A Chi wanted to, he could only watch dryly.

Bai He watched his words and said with a smile: "Buy a bunch, it's rare to go to the city."

Wen Heng can't lose face to his own father in front of his son, besides, today he has earned a lot of money with Lai Baihe, so he should be a little more accommodating, Yin nodded.

Bai He handed over a few coins, took a bunch of candied haws from the bamboo stick, and handed it to A Chi himself.

The bright red hawthorn is topped with golden syrup, which makes people salivate just looking at it.A Chi swallowed a few in a hurry, and suddenly remembered his usual filial piety, and because he stepped up to get it together, he called out crisply: "Father, you eat too."

However, Wen Heng didn't want to be sympathetic, so he had to bend down a little, lowered his head and took a small bite, his brows furrowed, "sour."

He is most afraid of eating sour.

Bai He was quite interested in watching it, so he walked over and said, "Let me try it."

A Chi generously handed over the bamboo stick.

Bai He also followed Wen Heng's example and took a bite, but he chose the one that Wen Heng had tasted just now, and swallowed half a hawthorn fruit into his stomach. He looked at Wen Heng and smiled, "It's so sweet."

Wen Heng's face suddenly turned red.