Rebirth of the live national male god

Chapter 255 Shopkeeper
Moran and Yi Beichen randomly picked a shop that looked pleasing to the eye and walked in.

The shop is very well decorated and antique.

Hanging on the walls are also copies of calligraphy and paintings of famous masters.

Even the screen placed on the side is extraordinarily charming.

The only thing that doesn't match here is probably the owner——

A middle-aged uncle wearing an old man's shirt and knocking sunflower seeds.

Seeing someone coming in, the uncle owner didn't put down the melon seeds in his hand, he just smiled lazily:
"Need something?"

His eyes swept around, and he saw that the quality of the pens, inks, papers and inkstones placed here is not bad,

Mo Ran nodded lightly:
"A set of freehand Chinese painting tools and a set of meticulous Chinese painting tools, thank you."

The uncle seemed a little surprised when he heard her words.

After spitting the melon seed husks into the trash can, the owner finally stood up:
"Who uses it?"

"I."

"Oh~ there are very few young people who are interested in these things now!"

As the shopkeeper said, he washed his hands, then picked up a towel and wiped his hands carelessly.

The moment he turned around and took the things Moran wanted,
But the gentle movement is completely different from the rough movement just now.

It can be seen that they should really like and cherish these things.

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"Half-familiar Xuan?" Mo Ran frowned slightly:
"What I want is a raw Xuan and a cooked Xuan."

The owner's hand holding the object paused slightly, looking more surprised than before:

"Oh? You're quite knowledgeable! Then you should also know that semi-familiar Xuan is the most suitable for beginners to practice, right? For example, raw Xuan and familiar Xuan are used by veteran painters!"

So is she being underestimated again because of her age?
Sure enough, she is not very famous!

But because it was her own business, she paid more attention to it.

It seems that she was worried about whether she would need to wear a mask when she went out in the future, which was completely unnecessary.

Nodding helplessly, Mo Ran pointed to the rice paper placed behind the owner:
"I don't need half-baked Xuan, I want those."

The shopkeeper looked back at the rice paper and saw that she insisted, so he didn't say anything more.

Carefully replaced the two stacks of paper again.

Mo Ran checked the things casually, and after making sure they were all in order,
I paid the money, took my things and was ready to leave.

Looking across a painting hanging on the wall, Mo Ran paused slightly.

The shopkeeper followed her gaze and smiled triumphantly:

"How? That's my drawing, isn't it good?"

He drew it?
Mo Ran took another look——

Sure enough, it is still different from the painting she drew when she was 12 years old when she was Rong Changqing.

He nodded lightly to show his approval.

Knowing that it was not Rong Changqing's painting, Mo Ran continued to raise his footsteps.

It really surprised her just now, almost thinking that her painting appeared in this world inexplicably.

But it's really impossible to think about it.

Mo Ran walked out of the shop without looking back, leaving the owner standing there with a confused face,

After a while, he slapped his forehead fiercely:
"Hey, why does it look so familiar! Isn't that the little boy my girl likes so much! Oops~ I forgot to ask for my autograph..."

He clearly felt that the boy looked familiar the first time he saw him, but he couldn't remember who he was for a long time.

I didn't expect to remember it until someone left.

Even his father admired the boy,
Want to find each other.

(End of this chapter)