Chapter 6 fountain pen

The fountain pen shop is located in the middle of the old commercial street, separated from the main street by two alleys, with two glass doors on the front, no signboard, only the words "Fountain Pen Shop" written on the side of the door.The degree of fit of the glass door is extremely poor. It seems that it takes at least a week from opening to actually closing tightly. Of course, there must be a letter of introduction, which takes time and money, but the pen is done just right, as my friend said like a dream.So I came running. The owner is in his sixties, and his image is like a giant bird deep in a dense forest.

"Hold out your hand!" Bird said. He measured the length and thickness of my fingers one by one, confirmed the oiliness of the skin, probed the hardness of the nails with a needle, and recorded all kinds of scars on my hands.From this point of view, there are indeed many scars on the hands. "Take off your clothes!" he said succinctly. I was confused, but I had to take off my shirt.Just about to take off his pants, the shopkeeper hurriedly stopped him: "Ah, just the upper body." He turned behind my back and pressed his fingers on my spine from top to bottom. "Humans use their spines to think and write," he said, "so I can only make fountain pens based on human spines."

Next, he asked my age, date of birth, and monthly income.Finally, I asked what I planned to write with this fountain pen. Three months later, the fountain pen came out.It's really just right, it matches the body, just like a dream.But of course I can't write a dreamlike article. If it was in the kind of shop that would sell me articles that matched my body dream, even if I took off my pants, it wouldn't help.