And those who know some martial arts, like the handsome and dashing Hua Wuque. Tsk, this elegant young man, his folding fan skills are superb, and he's incredibly handsome too.
When fighting, he used his folding fan as a weapon, opening and closing it with great flair.
This is a martial artist.
As she held the folding fan in her hand, she applied slight pressure with her fingers, and with two quick swishes, the fan opened and closed, testing its feel.
The new fan doesn't feel too congested when opening and closing, and it works quite well.
However, the ribs of the folding fan in her hand were not made of her preferred material.
Hongyu watched Jiangjiang go to the nearby cold dessert shop, while only Ye Lingyu accompanied her to choose a fan under the scorching sun.
The folding fan stall not only sells folding fans, but also various round fans.
The stall owner was eating cold dishes at the next stall when he saw a customer come in. He brought the bowl of his half-eaten cold dish over.
The stall owner was a middle-aged man around fifty years old, who looked like a scholar.
Although he was holding a bowl, he still warmly greeted the guests: "What kind of fan would you like to see, sir? Would you like me to explain it to you?"
Cheng Qingyan shook his head and smiled, pointing to the bowl the stall owner was holding: "Please eat first, the cold dishes will be turned into hot drinks later. My wife and I will browse around and call you if we need anything."
The stall owner smiled, picked up the bowl, finished the cold food in a few bites, and turned back.
Cheng Qingyan felt a little embarrassed when she saw him return so quickly.
She hadn't made up her mind to buy it yet; she just happened to catch a glimpse of it and decided to take a look.
As the weather gets warmer, fans become an indispensable daily necessity in summer.
Unfolding a folding fan with jade bamboo ribs, one finds a landscape painting painted on it, along with an inscription, the painter's name, the date, and a seal on the side.
Without even turning it over to look at the other side, she knew this wasn't the fan she liked.
After opening several folding fans, she gave up the idea of ​​continuing to examine them.
Seeing that the shopkeeper was also looking at her, she asked, "Sir, do you have any folding fans with rosewood ribs of around 20 or 30 ribs and blank fan surfaces?"
The shopkeeper replied with a smile, "Yes, yes, but the blank fan surfaces are all at the bottom. Please wait a moment, I'll get them for you right away."
The stall owner bent down and rummaged through the fan stall for a moment, then took out three blank folding fans with rosewood ribs.
"Guest, you see, this one has 20 gears, the one in the middle has 22 gears, and this one has 30 gears."
"Which one do you need? If you're not satisfied with any of them, you can have one custom-made here. My prices are fair, and I'm honest with everyone."
Cheng Qingyan unfolded the folding fan with thirty square ribs, and then looked at the handle with twenty-two ribs. The workmanship and the paper used for the fan surface were quite good, and she was quite satisfied.
After unfolding it, she asked Ye Lingyu for her opinion: "Wife, which one do you think is more suitable?"
Ye Lingyu took the fan from her, looked at the fan surface, and then touched the fan ribs: "This fan with thirty bars is quite good, but Ayan, are you buying a blank fan surface to inscribe it yourself?"
Cheng Qingyan chuckled twice: "Forget it, my handwriting is illegible!"
Jiang Jiang and Hong Yu had also come out of the nearby cold food shop and noticed that Cheng Qingyan and Ye Lingyu hadn't finished buying yet, so they came over as well.
"Father, Mother, why haven't you made your choices yet? Aren't you hot?"
It is indeed very hot, but still bearable.
Otherwise, how will we get through the sweltering summer months in June and July when there are no fans or air conditioning here?
"My lord, my lady." Hongyu has now changed her address, calling Cheng Qingyan "my lord" and Ye Lingyu "my lady."
Jiang Jiang ran to Ye Lingyu's side, and Ye Lingyu picked her up.
"Mother, Jiangjiang wants to buy a fan too. It's hot, so he can use it to cool off."
Ye Lingyu smiled indulgently and said, "Okay, I'll buy two for Jiangjiang~"
Jiang Jiang clapped her hands happily: "Mom is the best!"
Cheng Qingyan asked the stall owner to bring her two more folding fans with blank fan surfaces. In the end, she chose a fan with rosewood ribs and a fan with red sandalwood ribs for herself.
Jiang Jiang picked out a small fan and happily fanned herself.
Ye Lingyu and Hongyu each picked out two fans, and also brought two fans with landscape paintings for Mu Zhiyue.
Jiang Jiang picked out a folding fan, and Ye Lingyu helped her pick out a round fan.
The stall owner was surprised that this order was quite large. He happily helped them wrap up the fans and watched them walk away with a smile.
As Cheng Qingyan walked, she waved her folding fan. Being in ancient times a thousand years ago, she suddenly imagined the scenes she had fantasized about when she was a child.
White walls and black tiles, pavilions and towers, bustling streets, pedestrians dressed in ancient costumes, and myself.
He was waving a fan, trying to look elegant, and walking with a swagger, which made me chuckle.
Seeing that the person suddenly laughed as she walked, Ye Lingyu couldn't help but ask her, "What's so funny? Share it with us so we can have a laugh too."
Cheng Qingyan tried hard to control her smile: "Actually, it's nothing. It's just that I suddenly feel like the dreams I had when I was a child have now come true."
"Oh? What kind of dream?"
Cheng Qingyan, fanning himself, took a step back: "Wandering the streets with a fan is like being a chivalrous knight draped in a bed sheet."
"Although becoming a great hero hasn't happened yet, I've already achieved one thing, and I'm very happy~"
I don't quite understand what's so great about strolling around with a fan, but realizing a dream is something to be happy about in itself.
Ye Lingyu was worried that she would bump into pedestrians if she continued to back away, so she reached out and pulled her back: "Realizing your dream is indeed something to be happy about. Ayan is great."
Hongyu said she couldn't bear to look or hear anything.
After her daughter got married, her personality was completely different from before she got married.
People with a little money who can afford folding fans, or even those who can't afford folding fans but make their own, all often stroll down the street waving fans.
How come her wife has developed such a talent for praising others even after marriage?
Of course, this skill is almost exclusively for Cheng Qingyan.
At this moment, Jiang Jiang pressed on, "Father, why do you have to wear a bed sheet to be a hero? Does not wearing a bed sheet mean you're not a hero?"
Cheng Qingyan closed his folding fan and smiled, "Of course you can. It's just that when I was a child, I thought a great hero should have the aura of a great hero."
"In the eyes of us kids, we didn't have the standard cape or cloak of a hero, but bed sheets were something that every household had."
Jiang Jiang expressed her incomprehension, saying she had never watched television and didn't know how modern children's feelings for martial arts heroes had shifted to the bedsheets.
Cheng Qingyan smiled mysteriously and said to Jiang Jiang, "Actually, in my mind, there was another standard feature of a great hero."
Upon hearing this, Ye Lingyu and Hongyu both looked at her curiously.
They were also eager to know what the standard configuration should be.
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