Wang Lang was a little confused for a moment, "I am, what's wrong?"

The man rubbed his hands, "That's right. I'm the owner of this store. The waiter drove someone away just now. When I asked, I found out that it was Mr. Song Buwen. I caught up with him and asked him to write me a subtitle, but the old man said that he would only write twice a month, and he used up twice a month."

Wang Lang said oh, "What's the matter with me?"

"I heard that the old man wrote two characters in our store. I wonder if he was interested in selling the characters to me. I especially like Mr. Song's characters." The middle-aged man rubbed his hands, and his hands were very strong, so his knuckles turned white and nervous like a child.

Wang Lang took out the four words "Ri Jin Dou Jin" and said, "I'm giving this character to you, but I can't give you another character."

The hotel owner didn't react for a moment, "Send me?"

Wang Lang nodded, "Don't you want it?"

The shop owner hurriedly put away his words, opened them and took a look, "It's worthy of being Mr. Song, who is so beautiful that he is so beautiful."

"That's another word?" The shop owner looked at Wang Lang again.

"I'm useful, I can't give it to you." Wang Lang said.

The shop owner shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Mr. Song is indeed a master. He had told me before I came that he would only get one free letter."

Wang Lang cut off without regard.

The shop owner nodded politely at Wang Lang and Li Shitong, "Today's meals are free, and you will be free when you come to our place to have a meal."

"How can you be so embarrassed?" Li Shitong stood up.

The shop owner waved his hand, "Mr. Wang just handed over such a precious thing to others. It's hard to be a hero. How could I be a stingy?"

As he was talking, the shop owner was about to leave. After hesitating at the door, the shop owner turned around again.

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Song said just now that your handwriting is no less than his, right?" the shop owner asked tentatively.

Wang Lang wiped his mouth, "Don't listen to him talking nonsense. I haven't graduated from the first grade and can't read many big words. Do you think I can write good words."

The shop owner smiled slightly, "I'm disturbing."

Li Shitong looked at Wang Lang, "Are you full?"

"I'm full, where is Teacher Li?" Wang Lang took his last sip of the drink.

"I'm full. I originally said to treat you to a meal, but I didn't expect that it was because you were exempted from the order. Let's do this. Can I invite you again another day?" Li Shitong said a little embarrassedly.

Wang Lang was stunned for a moment and took out his ears, "How embarrassed, when will Teacher Li?"

Li Shitong gently wiped her mouth and smiled, "When we have time."

"good."

The two of them were about to get up, but the shop owner who had hesitated outside the door for a long time came in again.

"Mr. Wang." The shop owner smiled.

"Is there anything wrong?" For some reason, Wang Lang had a good first impression of the store owner and felt that this person was quite generous.

"Mr. Wang, I only have a hobby and like to collect all kinds of calligraphy and paintings. Mr. Song just said that Mr. Wang's calligraphy is great. I wonder if I can ask Mr. Wang to write a piece of calligraphy for me, how much does it cost?" The shop owner blocked the door, holding a pen, ink, paper and ink in his hand.

Wang Lang was happy. Obviously, the shop owner was wandering back and forth on the verge of hesitation. Because he didn't believe that Wang Lang's calligraphy could be compared with Song Buwen, it was accumulated over the years. Wang Lang looked only over twenty years, but he was thirty years old.

"It's true, no matter whether the money is not, I haven't written for a long time. I just saw the bull's nose writing, and I was a little itchy when I saw it." Wang Lang picked up the pen and dipped it in ink.

Li Shitong stared at Wang Lang's side face, curious and had many hopes, wanting to see what Wang Lang could write.

"Look for someone and press the paper on the wall. I feel uncomfortable when I squat down and write." Wang Lang put on airs.

The shop owner immediately called a waiter, one on the left and one on the right, each pressing the rice paper and pressing the end of the wall.

"Stealing script, cursive script or official script?" Wang Lang asked.

"It's OK." The shop owner answered truthfully.

"What words do you want?" Wang Lang asked again.

"I like the poet Li Bai." The shop owner said sincerely.

Wang Lang took out his ears and said, "It's a coincidence, so do I. I'll give you my favorite two sentences."

The moment Wang Lang lifted his pen, he seemed to have changed. Li Shitong and the shop owner held their breath and waited for Wang Lang to finish his pen.

The tip of the pen fell on the rice paper, the ink was stained on the paper, and Wang Lang twisted his wrist, and his momentum was like a rainbow, flowing clouds and water, and it was completed in one go.

After stopping writing, Wang Lang took out his ears, "I haven't written it for a long time, and I've been a little bit of a hand."

Putting the pen on the pen holder, Wang Lang clapped his hands and looked at the two lines of words with satisfaction.

It should be that the fairy was drunk and crushed the white clouds randomly.

Wang Lang’s favorite two sentences.

The waiter looked at what Wang Lang wrote and muttered in a low voice, "I can't understand a word of what I wrote."

The shop owner who admired the words immediately scolded, "What do you know? This is cursive script! It should be that the immortals were drunk and smashed the white clouds indiscriminately! It would be better to write these two lines of poetry in cursive script."

The shop owner held the words, and Wang Lang's words showed a different kind of thing. If the words written by Song Buwen showed fairy spirit, then the words revealed heroic spirit between Wang Lang's words, if it is more precise, sword energy.

It will be fascinating to see it at first glance.

Li Shitong doesn't know much about calligraphy, but the words written by Wang Lang seem to have a magical power that attracts her, making her unable to help but want to take a look at them.

Li Shitong suddenly realized that she was getting less and less able to understand Wang Lang. She had seen many parents of students, but the parents of this student had something that no one else had. As for what it was, Li Shitong couldn't say, but she had it.

The shop owner was so excited that he couldn't help himself, and he repeated back and forth, "Good words! Good words!"

Wang Lang patted the shop owner's shoulder, turned around and left.

Li Shitong hurriedly followed her out.

It was already past one o'clock in the afternoon, and Wang Lang stretched his face towards the sun, "Teacher Li, do you want me to take you back?"

Li Shitong thought for a moment and nodded, "Then I'll trouble you."

"I mean nothing."

After driving Li Shitong to his house, the two waved goodbye. Wang Lang stretched his neck and looked at it. He heard that most of the Li Shitong's family were old houses, and there were many wealthy families living in it. Decades and hundreds of years ago, they were all famous families.

Almost every household has an elite in the industry. Here, if you take a short step, you may not be able to meet a leader in a certain field. If you meet an old man and an old lady, you may not know what their name is, but you will definitely be well-known when you say what their grandparents and parents are called.

On the way back, Wang Lang took out his cell phone, clicked on the contact person, and slid to the beautiful lady Sun who was unable to reach Wang Zaisi to make a call.

After a few beeps, the beautiful lady Sun answered the phone and seemed to have just woken up. "What's wrong with Wang Zaisi today? Why did you remember to call this beautiful lady?"
Chapter completed!