Folding fan

The time is in the afternoon, which is a cool time, suitable for going to the street.

The hawkers on the main street of Dongshi set up their stalls early, and the delicate and small items were placed on the pavement casually and neatly, which caught the eye.The peddler sat on the side and greeted passers-by repeatedly.

Travelers on the road are wearing their clothes hand in hand, in groups of three or four, looking at this side and that side, with joy in their eyebrows, and express their joy in their mouths.

The road of the main street extends to the depths, and it is a small road that gradually becomes deserted due to the lack of pedestrians passing by.Until the south turning, it is blocked by tall buildings on the left and right, leaving only the shadows cast by the pavilions, making the path cool and quiet.

"Brother Zizhong!" A young man in blue waved a white feather fan, happily greeted the friend he met unexpectedly, and strode towards the friend at the same time.

Song He turned his head and cupped his hands at Linge, pursed his lips and smiled lightly, "Brother Xichuang, what a coincidence."

Zhan Bi Qi Ao, green bamboo green.There are bandits and gentlemen who are full of ears and are as good as stars.

Ringer's heart skipped a beat, and he came back to his senses when he saw his friend's suspicious eyes, and sighed secretly, he didn't expect his friend to be so charming.

With a lot of thoughts in his heart, but he didn't show the slightest bit on his face, Linge put on his signature smirk, and teased unscrupulously: "Brother Zizhong is so happy, is it because of today's meeting?"

With a shake of the feather fan under his hand, Linge raised his phoenix eyes and looked at his friend: "I didn't expect Brother Zizhong to have a time of Huai Chun."

"Yeah." Ignoring Ringe's teasing, Song He responded softly, as if he didn't see Ringe's surprise, and his expression was normal: "I'm going to Nanpu for a walk, I don't know Brother Xichuang..."

"Tsk~" Linge put away his surprised eyes clearly, "I think I went with brother Zizhong!"

Sure enough, he was still that idiot who loved antiques like his life, and he thought he finally got the hang of it.Thinking that my famous dude has made friends with such a person.really... really...

"Brother Xichuang, let's go."

"Let's go!"

When the sound falls, people disperse.

Nanpu in Dongshi is a street lined with various antique shops.

Pushing open the carved mahogany lacquered door, you will be greeted by the scent of aloes.On the left side of the middle of the shop, the shopkeeper is leisurely leaning against the short pear tree. There is a small table in front of him that almost reaches the chest. On the top of the table is a celadon pot. A white porcelain cup, engraved with several graceful literati bamboos.

The shopkeeper held a cup in his hand, looked at the visitors through the dense tea fragrance, turned his hand to bring it to his mouth, and lowered the porcelain cup slightly forward, "Mr. Song, Mr. Lin."

"Shopkeeper Li." Song He bowed his hands to Shopkeeper Li, stood up and said, "I heard that you have a new batch of goods. May I ask Zizhong to have a look?"

"Of course." Shopkeeper Li waved his hand, "No, it's on the shelf on the left. If Mr. Lin doesn't want to read it, why don't you come and have a cup of tea with the old man?"

Ringer waved his hands unbearably, "Don't! I can't stand your elegant taste, I'm in a panic. I'm going out for a walk."

After finishing speaking, he left, as if he would explode if he stayed a moment longer.

"Hehe. Mr. Lin is as forthright as ever." Shopkeeper Li said with a smile after taking a sip of tea.

"Brother Xichuang has always been like this, he is really a hero." Song Heying, who was looking at a folding fan, said, but his unturned eyes revealed the master's mood - it was not in the conversation at all.

This is an ordinary folding fan, with the same shape as other folding fans, nothing special.But if you look closely, the fan bones are originally made of broken jade, which glows sapphire-colored in the sun, shining brightly.

Song He's heart skipped a beat, and his hand was already on the fringe of the folding fan.The fan fringe is emerald red, and in the middle is a copper coin engraved with Kaiyuan Tianbao. Because of the oxidation, the copper coin has embroidered green. It is not only not obtrusive when matched with the fan fringe, but also looks more classical and elegant.

The more he watched, the happier he was, Song He finally couldn't help breaking his taboo, and was about to open his folding fan...

"Young Master Song? Young Master Song? Young Master Song?"

The shopkeeper's voice drifted into Song He's ears from afar.

Song He turned back to look at the shopkeeper with a calm expression, as if he hadn't noticed his abnormality, and asked, "But Zizhong did something wrong?"

"Young Master Song has taken a fancy to this folding fan?" The shopkeeper didn't specify, took a sip of the tea, and then opened his mouth leisurely.

"Folding fan?" Song He saw that he still had a fan in his hand, and for some reason immediately responded, "It just suits my heart."

"Then give it to Mr. Song." The shopkeeper took another sip of tea, his expression relaxed, and he nodded as if admiring the fragrance of the tea and Song He's eyes.

"Thank you so much, shopkeeper." Song He cupped his hands, his master's joy was revealed in his eyebrows and eyes.

"You are welcome. This folding fan has chosen Mr. Song, and Mr. Song is its destined person." Shopkeeper Li took a sip of tea, and the white porcelain cup reflected the bright tea, which was very suitable. Just a handful of incense."

"Zizhong!" The engraved mahogany door was broken open suddenly, and Ringe, who was out, rushed in. The strong wind that brought it diluted a lot of the strong tea fragrance in the room, but Ringe didn't know anything about it. He just looked at Song He excitedly, "You have chosen! Then let's go!"

Song He nodded in response, added a handful of agarwood to the incense burner, and bid farewell to the shopkeeper: "Zizhong will leave."

The shopkeeper nodded and sent the teacup forward to show off the guests.

Lingla followed Song He and left, unwilling to stay for a moment longer.It wasn't until he walked out that Ringer excitedly said the reason why he was so excited: "Zi Zhong, I have met true love!"

"Brother Xichuang, this is the fifth time you have met true love this month."

"Hey! Zizhong, you are wrong! Let me tell you that this time is different..."

The sound of the conversation gradually faded away with the owner's footsteps, leaving only the simple and elegant antique shop standing quietly on both sides of Zananpu.

The sky gradually darkened.

The author has something to say:

1. Note: This is fake!civil!country!false!civil!country!

2. Because I haven't been to an antique store, I haven't found much.If any little angel thinks something is inappropriate, feel free to point it out.I will modify it immediately!

3. The article involves ancient architectural furniture, etc., mostly imitating the Tang Dynasty.

4. Because Fairy Fan has not yet shown its true colors, it was mostly written from Song He's perspective at the beginning.But the stupid author doesn't know how to write the main essay, so it will be difficult, and at the same time, he will quickly advance to the perspective of the fairy fan...

ps: This has not yet established the country, so the stupid author let the fan spirit appear on the stage hahahahahaha!I've wanted to write a story like this for a long time!Cough... The source of the brain hole is Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio~

So what will happen when the handsome Song Hegongzi meets the beautiful Fairy Fan?Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey.