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Chapter 18: Into another world by mistake 18

After buying the steamed buns, she headed back to the inn and had to walk back again. It wasn't that she felt tired from walking. On the contrary, she had very good physical strength. It was just that she liked driving, which reflected the feeling of extreme speed and made her feel like she was flying.

"Sir, do you want to buy a fan?"

Are you calling her? Yi Shuihan looked over and saw a woman with simple clothes and a delicate face on the side of the road soliciting customers. The woman was not very beautiful, but she looked very comfortable. The more she looked at her, the more beautiful she became. Her eyes lit up when she smiled.

The curves reveal the kindness and bravery of the farm girl.

Next to it is a man who looks like a scholar who is painting. There are also some embroidery items such as sachets and handkerchiefs on the stall. It seems that they are a brother and sister selling calligraphy, painting and embroidery, or are they a couple?

Yi Shuihan felt that he was empty-handed and could buy a fan to look cool. "How can I sell the fan?" [

When the woman saw a guest coming, she quickly said happily: "Ten cents a handful."

Yi Shuihan picked up a fan, looked at the man looking at the painting, and asked: "Who is this?"

The woman smiled and said, "That's my brother."

It turned out that they were brother and sister. Yi Shuihan picked a blank fan and said, "I want this one."

The woman asked suspiciously: "Sir, this fan has not been painted yet."

Yi Shuihan said: "Can you lend me some pen and ink?"

When the man who was painting heard this, he mistakenly thought that his calligraphy and painting could not catch the eyes of the other party. He was also a humble and studious person, but seeing that the other party was so young and wearing a mask like other young men, he despised those who only knew how to paint.

A playboy who bullies the weak, spends his days and nights, and is ignorant and incompetent.

Yi Shuihan took the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote two lines of words on the fan eloquently, put away the pen, and blew on the wet ink.

The handwriting on the fan is scrawled, with teeth and claws showing, uninhibited and uninhibited. It looks like a painting but not a painting, and it looks like a word but not a word.

The man was surprised, how could the other person turn his fan upside down to write? Although he couldn't understand what the other person wrote, and the writing was very casual, there was a vague sense of heartiness and momentum, and the last stroke ended. The more he looked at it, the more intriguing it became.

The man immediately changed his view of the visitor and asked humbly: "Excuse me, what did you write?"

"I scribbled it, don't take it to heart." Yi Shuihan smiled awkwardly. Sometimes she couldn't even recognize the words she wrote. If she told what she wrote, she might be attacked by the scholar.

of contempt.

Moreover, she usually turned the book upside down when reading, so she turned the fan upside down to write. When she picked up the fan, the handwriting was also upside down. In addition, her handwriting was scrawled, so most people could not tell what she wrote.

The man's tone became a little more modest, and he said: "Sir, can you tell me what is written below?"

Seeing that the other party was so sincere, Yi Shuihan couldn't fool him. He seemed to be a nerd, "It's whatever you think it is."

The man looked at it again and again, frowning. He really couldn't think of it and felt sullen in his heart.

At this time, the woman said jokingly: "I said it looks like grass in the strong wind."

Yi Shuihan gave the woman an approving look and said, "This young lady is right, what I wrote is just grass."

"It really made me guess." The woman said with a smile. Seeing that the person who came here did not look like an ordinary noble man, she naturally felt a little good in her heart.[

The man wondered: "It does look like grass, but isn't grass drawn? How can it be written?"

As expected, he was a nerd. Yi Shuihan said deceitfully: "You don't even hold a pen with your hands, so what's the difference between drawing and writing."

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