Xi Mengyao followed Lin Yang closely, following every step.
Lin Yang tried to get rid of her several times, but failed. In the end, he could only admit the matter while shaking his head and smiling bitterly.
After exiting the antique street, Lin Yang strode towards the bus stop not far to the left.
Seeing this scene, Xi Mengyao took two quick steps and rushed to Lin Yang. She blinked her big watery eyes and asked, "Master, are you going back to school? I'll drive you there."
"Are you driving?" Lin Yang was stunned when he heard this.
Xi Mengyao guessed what he was thinking, pouted and took out a motor vehicle driver's license from the lady's bag she carried with her, and said dissatisfied: "Master, are you looking down on people too much? I am an adult, I have
Driver’s license.”
"Uh...sorry." Lin Yang scratched his head in embarrassment.
He really forgot Xi Mengyao's age and regarded her as a little girl. Her cute baby face was so confusing that it was easy for people to misunderstand her.
"You can go back to school by yourself. I have to go somewhere else to do some errands, so I won't bother you."
Although Xi Mengyao has a car and a driver's license, Lin Yang doesn't want to trouble her.
To be honest, Lin Yang couldn't even hide from her now, so how could he be willing to interact with her too much?
Of course, if she didn't want to become a disciple and learn the art of phase stone that Lin Yang didn't understand at all, Lin Yang would be happy to be friends with her.
After all, apart from being a little willful and cute, she is quite good in other aspects.
Seeing that Lin Yang insisted on leaving, Xi Mengyao hurriedly stretched out her hand to grab the corner of his clothes. At the same time, she raised her other finger and pointed at the crowds of people waiting at the bus stop and around it, and said: "Master, look, there are so many people waiting for the bus right now."
It’s rush hour on the bus. There are so many people, it’s not easy for you to get on the bus, so I’ll give you a ride.”
Looking at the huge queue waiting for the bus near the platform, Lin Yang hesitated.
Are you mistaken, there are too many people here? Even if it is a famous tourist attraction, there won’t be so many people, right?
It is indeed not an easy task to squeeze out of such a huge crowd and rush to the bus.
As for taxis...
Lin Yang looked around. Although taxis passed by this place from time to time, as soon as they stopped, several people immediately surrounded them. The intensity of the competition was no less intense than squeezing into a bus.
After a brief hesitation, Lin Yang chose to accept the reality: "It seems that I can only trouble you."
"It's not troublesome, not troublesome at all. As a disciple, it is your duty to serve the master." Xi Mengyao smiled happily.
Lin Yang smiled bitterly and shook his head. He had corrected the title of 'Master' many times, but Xi Mengyao refused to change it. Until now, he was too lazy to correct him. He could call him whatever he wanted. It was useless to call him anyway.
No pieces of meat will fall off.
Xi Mengyao led the way, and the two quickly walked into an underground parking lot next to the antique street and got into a red Beetle car.
When starting the car, Xi Mengyao said in a boastful manner: "Master, I earned this car on my own merits. How about it, it's pretty impressive, right? Although my attainments in Xiangshi are not as high as yours, I'm somewhat qualified.
Good eyesight. After helping people identify jade several times, I used the commission I got to buy this car."
Lin Yang originally thought that Xi Mengyao's family bought this car for her, but she didn't expect that she earned it herself. After a slight pause, she nodded and responded: "It's indeed great."
This recognition comes from the heart and the tone is very sincere.
After all, many people are still ignorant when they are eighteen years old, let alone making their first pot of gold in life. So, from this point of view, Xi Mengyao is really a very powerful girl.
"Since you agree that I am very powerful, why don't you just accept me as your disciple?" Xi Mengyao turned the topic back to apprenticeship.
Lin Yang spread his hands: "I really don't understand the art of physiognomy. Even if I accept you as my disciple, I won't be able to teach you anything."
Xi Mengyao was not surprised by this answer. She turned around, stared at Lin Yang seriously and said: "Master, one day, I will impress you with my sincerity and let you accept me as your disciple!
"
This girl's stubborn character is just like mine...
While smiling bitterly, a rather strange idea suddenly popped up in Lin Yang's head.
After driving the car out of the underground parking lot and onto the road, Xi Mengyao asked: "Master, where do you want to go?"
Lin Yang searched both sides of the road: "Look where there are stationery stores and funeral supplies stores nearby. I have some things to buy."
The stationery store was okay, but what happened to the funeral supplies store?
Xi Mengyao was very puzzled. She was a person who couldn't hide her problems. She immediately asked: "What did you go to the funeral supplies store to buy?"
"Sacrificial supplies." Lin Yang answered vaguely.
"Sacrificial supplies? But it's early September, and it's still early before the Qingming Festival..." Xi Mengyao was stunned for a moment, and then explained the matter for Lin Yang: "Oh, I understand, it must be you, master.
My family’s tradition is to worship ancestors in early autumn, right? I didn’t expect that Master, you are still a person who values tradition and filial piety, and you still don’t forget to worship ancestors even when you leave home to study.”
Emphasis on filial piety?
Lin Yang thought of his refusal to go to Stanford University in the United States to study financial management against his father's wishes, and couldn't help but sigh with a wry smile: "Perhaps, in the eyes of my father, I am simply an unfilial son...
"
Xi Mengyao wanted to ask why, but after seeing the lonely look on Lin Yang's face, she gave up the idea.
There are some secrets that others don't want to tell, so it's best not to ask.
The atmosphere inside the Beetle fell into silence.
Xi Mengyao drove around for about twenty minutes. During this time, although she found several stationery stores, she could not buy what Lin Yang wanted.
What Lin Yang wanted to buy was something special, a purple wolf hair brush made of mountain rabbit hair and weasel hair.
He wants to use this pen to draw symbols.
The mountain rabbit is a very smart and spiritual animal, and the weasel is the protagonist in many folk supernatural legends. The purple wolf brush made from the hair of these two animals is not the best for drawing talismans.
It is a good product, but it is currently the most suitable and best talisman pen that Lin Yang can find.
"There is also a stationery store over there. It looks quite big. There may be the kind of writing brushes you want, master." Although Xi Mengyao didn't understand why Lin Yang wanted to find a purple pen made of mountain rabbit hair and weasel hair.
Although Lang Haobi was still very attentive in helping him find it.
However, just when Xi Mengyao was about to drive to the stationery store she saw, she was stopped by a traffic policeman riding a police motorcycle from the opposite direction.
After Xi Mengyao pulled over as instructed, the traffic policeman strode over. After saluting, he ignored Xi Mengyao and said to Lin Yang: "How can you let a child drive the car? This is a very dangerous thing.
.You are not responsible for your own life, nor for the lives of others. Now please get out of the car and show your ID card and motor vehicle driving license."
Lin Yang was stunned for a moment, then said with a wry smile: "Officer, I think you may have misunderstood..."
"Who are you calling a child? I'm an adult, okay!" Before Lin Yang could explain, Xi Mengyao, who was once again treated as a child, quickly unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car, picked up her satchel from the back seat and put her
I took out all kinds of documents such as ID cards, motor vehicle driving licenses, etc., and stuffed them into the hands of the traffic police, and said angrily: "Here, these are my documents, you can see for yourself. Oh...let's do the math."
, this is the fifth time this month. I mean, you policemen, can’t you be more careful? Do you have to stop me and check me every time I drive on the street?”
Looking at Xi Mengyao's pink and cute loli face, Lin Yang murmured in his heart: "You can't blame the police for this. Who gave you a baby face that is easy to be misunderstood? You don't have a baby face that is easily misunderstood."
You shouldn’t be driving on the road…”
After checking all the documents, the traffic police contacted the command center through the intercom and reported Xi Mengyao's ID number for verification.
After confirming that all the documents were authentic and that Xi Mengyao, who looked like an underage girl, was indeed an adult, the traffic police returned all the documents to her, raised his hand in salute, and said awkwardly: "I'm sorry.
, I misunderstood, you can leave."
Xi Mengyao did not rush to get on the bus. Instead, she took out a photo of herself from her bag and handed it to the traffic policeman: "Please do me a favor and send this photo of mine to your colleagues.
.I don’t want something like this to happen again in the future.”
"Uh... okay, I will show this photo to my colleagues. But there is no guarantee that it will be useful." The traffic policeman put the photo away with a wry smile, then rode away on his police motorcycle.
Although the matter has passed, Xi Mengyao's mood did not recover so quickly. She pouted her little mouth and muttered dissatisfiedly: "The most annoying thing is these people who treat me as a child. Humph, isn't it just that I have a baby?
Face, this is not what I want."
Lin Yang didn't answer, just laughed secretly in his heart.
Because the parking place was not far from the stationery store, the two of them chose to walk there instead of driving.
As soon as he walked into the stationery store, Lin Yang went straight to the point and asked the salesperson: "Do you have a purple wolf brush made of mountain rabbit hair and weasel hair?"
The salesperson at the stationery store was stunned: "Purple wolf brushes made of this kind of material are not common."
It seems there isn’t one here either…
Lin Yang was a little disappointed and was about to turn around and leave.
However, what the salesperson said next cheered him up: "However, we just bought a batch of purple wolf brushes made of this material not long ago, and there seems to be some left that haven't been sold out, but the price is relatively expensive.
Two hundred yuan each."
Ordinary brushes only cost a few yuan to dozens of yuan. The two hundred yuan each of the purple wolf brushes is indeed a bit expensive.
However, mountain rabbits and weasels are not easy to catch. Although they are also artificially raised, they are relatively expensive. Coupled with the craftsmanship of pen making, profit margins, etc., selling a pen for 200 yuan is not bad.
Reasonable.
"Just two hundred, please give me one." Although he felt very painful, Lin Yang had no choice but to take out two hundred yuan.
His wallet, which was already shriveled, became even thinner.
The salesperson quickly took out a beautifully packaged writing brush and handed it to Lin Yang.
"Yes, this pen is indeed made of mountain rabbit hair and weasel hair." After squinting his eyes to check, Lin Yang nodded with satisfaction. Finally, he did not buy a fake product.
He has been learning calligraphy from his grandfather since he was a child. He has seen many brushes of various materials and craftsmanship. Therefore, he can clearly identify the brush strokes that appear to be indistinguishable to ordinary people.
After getting the purple wolf brush, Lin Yang went to the funeral supplies store and bought cinnabar, yellow paper and other items.
These things are quite common for funeral supplies stores. They can be bought in one store, unlike the Purple Wolf Pen, which has to go to many places to buy it.
Even so, by the time the two of them drove back to the university town, it was already after eight o'clock in the evening.