Yuyuan Shopping Mall is the "Old City God Temple" in the past. It has bird markets, bookstores, teahouses, restaurants and department stores, etc. It operates various daily necessities and Shanghai-style snacks: wine-stewed rounds, small buns, five-spice beans, eight-treasure soup, etc. The scenery here is elegant and the market is prosperous. It is one of the favorite tourist attractions for Shanghai people and tourists from other places.

The three of them were walking leisurely in the market. Although Lu Wei was already full, he couldn't help but sighed when he smelled the fragrance from the small shop here, "Hey, it smells so good, but I can't eat it anymore." The funny tone made the two girls laugh. Dong Qing said while laughing: "That's not simple. After recording the show, I'll stay for two more days. I'll take you two to eat one by one."

"Haha, how can you be so embarrassed?" Although Lu Wei said embarrassed, he looked yearning in his eyes.

"Okay, greedy cat, don't be embarrassed in front of Sister Dong." Kang Xiaoling smiled and said to Lu Wei.

Although it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, the Yuyuan Shopping Mall was still crowded with people, and various types of local specialty handicrafts attracted a large number of tourists to stop.

Several people walked around to a fan shop. After taking a look at it casually, Kang Xiaoling picked up a sandalwood fan and started playing with it.

"Master, do you like it?" Lu Wei smiled when he saw Kang Xiaoling's look of loving her.

"Yeah, it's quite unique."

"This little girl has a good vision. This fan is the best sandalwood fan in our store. It is made of good sandalwood. The faint sandalwood smell is not only good, but also refreshing the mind. How about it? Come on." Behind the quaint counter, a shop owner wearing ancient clothes and gray hair said. If it weren't for the fluorescent lights in the store, Lu Weizhen wondered if he had come to ancient times, and there was an ancient charm everywhere.

"How much is it?" Lu Wei asked.

"One hundred and eighty yuan per hand," the old man said.

"It's so expensive." Kang Xiaoling stuck out his tongue, made an exaggerated expression, and then put down the fan in his hand.

Seeing that Kang Xiaoling was a little unwilling to buy it, the old man smiled and said, "This price is not expensive at all. The fan is definitely made of good things. In addition, the inscription on the fan is also charged, and 18 is very cost-effective."

"Inscription?" Lu Wei picked up the fan and noticed that both sides were indeed empty.

"Yes, you can look at the samples hanging on the wall. The words on them are all written by me. We can ask different fan pages according to the customer's requirements." The old man explained.

Lu Wei turned around and looked at the wall. Sure enough, no matter how big or small, the fan was inscribed with different characters, either poems or lyrics, brushwork, line, regular or cursive, all of which were all unique. It was obvious that the inscription had great calligraphy skills.

"So that's the case. The old man has a strong skill in Yan Tai." Lu Wei praised.

"The young classmate also has a study of calligraphy?" The old man said happily when he saw Lu Wei could see his words.

"It's not a question of research, I just like it very much. By the way, can you do it yourself?" Lu Wei asked with a smile.

"Of course, hehe, but the price is still the same." The old man said as he took a simple inkstone and a wolf hair, with a curious look in his eyes.

Xiaoling was about to persuade Lu Wei not to buy it, but when he saw that Lu Wei was going to write the inscription himself, he stopped insisting and watched quietly.

Dong Qing also looked curious and looked at Lu Wei who picked up his pen and thought to the fan.

After a little thought, Lu Wei explored the pen on the inkstone, held it calmly in his hand, and wrote it on the fan with a serpent:

Last night the stars last night the wind

The west side of the painting building is the east of Guitang.

No colorful phoenix wings,

There is a clear understanding of one's heart.

Send warm spring wine from the seat,

The lights of the wax are covered with red.

Alas, I listened to the drum and answered the official,

Walking Malan Taiwan type and turning into puffs.

A poem about untitled Li Shangyin for Xiaoling

The pen is round and freely, and there seems to be a beating melody between the lines, giving people a sense of agility.

He carefully placed the fan on the test aside, and Lu Wei took out a new handful of unfolding it, smiling at Dong Qing, who looked surprised on the face of the side, and said, "Sister Dong, I'll give you one too."

While Lu Wei lowered his head to write, the boss behind the counter focused his eyes on the fan that Lu Wei had just written. At first, he looked surprised, and then the surprised expression slowly turned into excitement. The eyes behind the reading glasses became brighter and brighter. Just as he was about to say something to Lu Wei, he saw Lu Wei writing words on the fan intently, so he held back.

Lu Wei wrote a poem by Wang Bo to Dong Qing:

The city and palace support the Three Qins, and the wind and smoke look at the Five Jins.

I am the same as a traveler who is a family member.

There are friends in the sea, and the world is like neighbors.

Inaction is on the wrong path, and children share the scarf.

I wish you a success in my career with my sister Dong Qing.

This time, Lu Wei used Zhou Zheng's regular script, with meticulous strokes, but there was no dullness between the lines, and a light feeling.

Looking at these two works with completely different styles but with good styles, the boss behind the counter could no longer hide his appreciation and said sincerely: "It's rare, rare! The young classmate is a master of painting at a young age. I'm really misleading. Haha, fortunately, I didn't write in front of the young classmate, otherwise I would have become a show of my skills and made me laugh at it."

"You have been too rewarded, but you just wrote it casually, not as good as you said." Lu Wei said, and he had to pay.

"Oh, don't rush to pay, let me introduce myself. I, Wang Qi, has always loved calligraphy and painting. He is currently a member of the Shanghai Calligraphers Art Association. I just read the little classmate's handwriting and felt very alive. Although my skills are still weak, there is a slight demeanor between the lines. I don't know who the little classmate's handwriting is."

"Haha, Hello, Mr. Wang, my name is Lu Wei. I am now studying in a normal school. I teach my calligraphy by myself. I just took a few writing classes in the school and there were no special teachers." Lu Wei smiled.

"Have you been through the teacher? I've learned by myself?" Mr. Wang looked incredible, and then sighed repeatedly: "It's really rare. Lu Wei, you have a high understanding of calligraphy. Although your writing skills are still shallow, your muscles and bones and composition are so good and grand. If you can practice hard for a few more days, you will definitely be successful! Brother Lu Wei, I have a heartless request. Can you ask me to write a pair of words for me?" Wang Qi looked at Lu Wei with a smile and said.

"Mr. Wang, you are too polite. Don't say anything you want. As long as you don't think my words are ugly, I will dare to write a copy." Lu Wei found that he was with Mr. Wang and he became wrinkled.

"That's great. Come on, come on, you all come in." Mr. Wang said, letting a few people into the store, laying a piece of rice paper on a large desk inside, and then saying, "I like Su Shi's poems the most in my life, so Lu Wei, let me write a pair for me."

"Okay, Mr. Wang, then I'll be ugly." Lu Wei said, lifting up a wolf-haired pen, letting a sigh of relief, calming his mind, then lifting up the pen and waving it on the paper.

The river goes east, the waves wash away, and the eternal style of people. To the west of the old building, the humanity is, the red cirque of Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms... The homeland is wandering, and the affectionate should laugh at me, and she will give birth to a bright hair. Life is like a dream, and one will be reborn in the moon of the river.

In the cup of tea, Su Dongpo's "Nian Nujiao. Nostalgia for the Red Cliff" was vividly written on paper. The whole article was written in cursive style, and it was written in one go. It was really unrestrained and unruly, with a wide openness and opening. There was a golden sword and an iron horse between the lines. Even if you talk about the spirit of ancient and modern times, you could get a good word.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Wang Qilian said three good words and said with a smile: "What a great look to go east of the river! What a good song about the ancient Chinese Cliff. It's really good to have both words and words, hahaha!" Wang Qi saw his beloved toy like a child, looked at the words on the desk with love, and exclaimed.

"Old Wang, Lu Wei is ugly." Lu Wei, who signed the title above, put down his pen and smiled.

"Where are you, you are too modest, and your writing is very insightful. If you can practice diligently, you will become a great man in the future, and you will become a great man!" Wang Qi said sincerely.

"Old Wang has been awarded. By the way, it's getting late, so it's time for us to go back. This is the money for two fans, please keep it." Lu Wei smiled and handed the money over, but Wang Qi shook his head and said, "I'm giving you those two fans. Don't ask for money anymore. I'm happy today, hahaha."

"How can you take your stuff for nothing?" Lu Wei still insisted on paying.

"What's the use of it? Didn't you write a piece of characters for me, the old man? Can I ask for your things for nothing?" Wang Qi raised his face.

"But~", Lu Wei wanted to say something else. Wang Qi pushed Lu Wei's money back without saying a word, staring at him, "Nothing is bad, young man, listen to me, just make friends. I like calligraphy and painting all my life, and I like to make friends in the calligraphy and painting world the most. If you think I am a friend, don't mention money again!"

Seeing that Wang Qi was determined, Lu Wei knew that these old people who like calligraphy and painting were a little stubborn, so he stopped insisting and took back the money.

Wang Qi thought of something, and took out a beautifully printed business card from his pocket and said to Lu Wei: "By the way, this is my business card, with the address of our Calligraphy Association on it. If you have time to go over and play, those old guys will definitely like you when you see it."

Lu Wei put away the business card handed over by Wang Qi, looked at the beautiful words "Wang Qi" written in hard pen calligraphy on it, praised it, carefully put away the business card, chatted with the old man for a few words, and then said goodbye and walked out of Wang Qi's fan shop.

"Lu Wei, I really can't tell. You have this ability. Why do you have so much time and energy?" On the way back, Dong Qing said while looking at the fan given to him by Lu Wei. Looking at the handsome and elegant font, he couldn't help but like it more and more.

"I didn't practice much. I write as much as I want. In fact, some places are connected to music. I just practice it casually when I'm idle."

"If you practice casually, you will reach this level? Then you will not become a great calligrapher if you practice well." Dong Qing teased Lu Wei.

Several people were talking and laughing along the way. In a blink of an eye, the car arrived at the hotel and took Lu Wei and Xiaoling to the door of the room. After asking Lu Wei to prepare for tomorrow's program, Dong Qing said goodbye to the two.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening. Thinking of going to record the show tomorrow morning, Lu Wei consciously said good night to Xiaoling, and then returned to his room to rest.
Chapter completed!