Zhuo family——

Pan Xiuxiu knocked on the door cautiously. The door opened a small crack, and a little head poked out first.

"Yeah..." Pan Xiuxiu couldn't hold it back, her love was overwhelming.

Today is New Year's Eve, Zhuoyang is at home, and Yu Xiuli doesn't have to be busy with clothes in the factory or things in the store.

On such a special day, both of them were so busy that they almost regarded the dumpling as a Christmas tree that needed to be decorated.

After working on it all morning, the shape of Xiaoduanzi was completed.

One on the left and one on the right is a small ball head, very symmetrical.

There is a red thread tied on Xiaowanzi's head, and a transparent red and extremely lifelike small lantern is hung below. Further down, there is a row of tassels.

She is wearing a Tang suit, but it is not so formal. It is a small red skirt embroidered with gold thread, which is playful and smart.

The collar and cuffs are both furry, the collar has exquisite buckles, and a particularly delicate auspicious cloud is embroidered on the front.

Red and gold go so well together.

"Ah ah ah, Xiaotuanzi, aren't you so pretty?"

Yu Xiuli heard Pan Xiuxiu's voice and walked out immediately, "Come on, Xiuxiu, there's still time. I still have a lot of new clothes. You come and choose. After you change your clothes, I'll ask Zhuoyang to give you a nice hairstyle."

Zhuo Yang: "..."

Pan Xiuxiu looked at Yu Xiuli eagerly, "Aunt, is it too much trouble?"

Which girl doesn't love beauty? She wants to try it, but is afraid it won't be good.

"What's the trouble!"

Xiaotuanzi's eyes moved, and he saw that his second brother seemed a little embarrassed, so he hurriedly said, "Xiuxiu, how about I do your hair?"

"Okay..." Before Pan Xiuxiu said the long word "ah", Zhuo Yang snatched it away, "I'll do it!"

Zhuo Yang glanced at Pan Xiuxiu, saying that he could not tire his sister no matter what.

Yu Xiuli also changed into a Tang suit for Pan Xiuxiu. She stood with Xiaotuanzi and stood out very conspicuously when they walked out.

A pair of sisters who traveled through time and space.

It was her turn to comb her hair. Pan Xiuxiu looked through the mirror and saw that her idol seemed to be gritting her teeth. She quickly whispered, "Just...just comb it casually."

Zhuo Yang remained silent, not taking her words to heart at all.

He is an extremely rigorous person.

Either don't do it, or do your best if you do it. If it's not done well, wouldn't it ruin his brand?

He would never do such a thing to ruin his reputation.

The little dumpling on the side was holding her chin and waiting. Fortunately, she didn't wait too long. Pan Xiuxiu stood up. The little dumpling walked over, held her hand, and said with a smile, "It looks good."

Pan Xiuxiu looked at herself in the mirror and didn't expect that Brother Zhuoyang had such skillful hands. She whispered, "Brother Zhuoyang, thank you, you are so amazing."

"Hmm..." Zhuo Yang responded without any emotion, turned his head, snickered, and then looked up again, looking into his elder brother's deep eyes.

Zhuo Yang was confused.

Zhuo Jinchu looked at him, raised his long eyebrows, and smiled meaningfully.

Zhuo Yang: "..."

After the sisters changed their clothes, Xiaotuanzi saw that his elder brother wanted to write couplets, so he volunteered to learn ink.

Zhuo Ran got ahead of her and rolled up his sleeves, "I'll do it! I'll do it!"

Yu Xiuli and Zhuo Qingfeng had already told him that their sister was responsible for the beauty, so they must not get their clothes dirty.

In addition, he is not very picky, so the new clothes Yu Xiuli made for him were black, which were stain-resistant and wear-resistant.

The eldest brother picked up the brush and carried it with one hand, and he seemed to be holding it up. He suddenly seemed to have changed into a different person, like a handsome scholar from ancient times.

The outline of the profile is really stretched.

Xiaotuanzi held her cute little face in her hands and asked her to be infatuated for a while.

The couplets written by my eldest brother do not follow the book, they are all written on the fly.

He doesn't hold his breath and concentrate on writing like other people, he just writes so lazily, one stroke at a time, which is his own style.

In the light place, you can swim in the water, elegant and free.

The solemn place penetrates the back of the paper, and the momentum is majestic.

After writing it, even Pan Xiuxiu, who didn't understand the art, couldn't help but admire it.

Waiting for the ink to dry, the little dumpling wanted to hang at the door, but Zhuo Ran came over again and hurriedly climbed onto the bench, "I'll do it! I'll do it!"

After the couplets were hung, the elegant people who had passed by could not help but stop and watch. When they saw Zhuo Qingfeng, they couldn't help but chat a few words, "Boss Zhuo, where did you buy these couplets?"

They also want to buy it, and the writing is so good, as if it was written by a famous person. Even if he is not a famous person now, he will become a famous person in the future.

Moreover, this pair of couplets is not just copied from the ancients, it is a modern pair.

Zhuo Qingfeng pointed to the couplet, feeling very proud, "My son wrote it!"

"Then..." someone rolled his eyes, "Can we buy it? I'm willing to pay five yuan!"

Five yuan bought a pair of couplets at that time, which was a lot of money.

It proves that this person knows his stuff.

Those around who didn't understand couldn't help but take a breath of cool air.

Couplets, this is just a bit of pen and ink, a piece of paper, and the cost is only a few cents at most. Is this... worth it?

But these people don't understand that talent is priceless.

In the eyes of those who appreciate these calligraphy and culture, this is priceless.

Zhuo Qingfeng waved his hand, "My son doesn't like to do this. He doesn't write anything else except his own."

"..."

Those who don't understand are anxious to help the Zhuo family.

The emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is in a hurry. He can make five yuan every minute, so why not do it?

They don't have the ability to make this kind of money, but not the Zhuo family.

But no matter how they tried to persuade him, Zhuo Qingfeng refused to listen. He would never impose his will on his children.

He will never force his children to do anything they are unwilling to do!

After dinner, Xiaotuanzi and Pan Xiuxiu cut window grilles together.

I have said before that although Pan Xiuxiu is a gamer, she is very clever with her hands. She folded a rose flower for Zhuoyang earlier, and Xiaotuanzi helped deliver it to her. It is still in Zhuoyang's room now.

At this moment, Xiaotuanzi cut the window grilles with her, which was considered an experience.

Pan Xiuxiu cut out an extremely complicated window grille in just three strokes, five divided by two.

As for her, holding the scissors, her hands seemed like they were no longer her own, twisting them left and right, but not obeying her orders.

After finally cutting out the simplest symmetrical window grille, she even pricked her hands.

"Hiss, it hurts..."

The first person to rush over was Zhuo Jinchu, half-crouched, staring at her bleeding fingertips with a gloomy expression. Even Pan Xiuxiu, who was sitting next to Xiaotuanzi, who was originally full of concern, was too scared to speak.

Zhuoyang responded quickly and handed over disinfected alcohol cotton balls.

The whole family was gathered around, and they were extremely nervous.

Xiaotuanzi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He stuck out his tongue and tried to calm down their emotions, "I'm fine...really, it doesn't hurt anymore."
Chapter completed!