As the Chinese New Year approaches, the little Yuncheng becomes very lively. Workers from other places return to their hometowns and buy New Year goods in full swing. The streets and alleys are overcrowded. Only at this time of the year can Yuncheng be so lively.
scene.
Every household is buying new year's goods and posting couplets, and the same is true for mountainside villas.
Since Tian Ling'er returned from beating Han Sanqian, she has been visiting the mountainside villa almost every day, as if she has regarded the mountainside villa as her own home.
Su Yingxia and Shi Jing returned home from shopping and were counting their things.
All kinds of nut candies are prepared to be eaten after the New Year’s Eve dinner in preparation for watching the gala party.
"Sanqian, how about you write this year's couplet." At this time, Yan Jun said to Han Sanqian with a smile.
Su Yingxia, who was counting things, heard this and asked Yan Jun in surprise: "Grandpa Yan, can Sanqian still write couplets?"
"Of course." Yan Jun said with a proud smile, "He has been practicing calligraphy since he was a child. All the couplets in the Han family are made by him."
"This is the only thing I can participate in during the New Year celebrations at the Han family, and Nangong Qianqiu can't let Nangong Qianqiu know about it." Han Sanqian said bitterly. In previous years, Yan Jun secretly arranged these things, so Han Sanqian
There is a sense of participation in the Chinese New Year.
"Brother, is there anything you don't know how to do? You can even write with a brush?" Tian Ling'er approached Han Sanqian and asked curiously.
"There are many people who can't. For example, I am worried about how to drive you home. Isn't it because I haven't thought of a good reason?" Han Sanqian said with a smile.
Tian Ling'er murmured her cherry lips, walked to Su Yingxia, held Su Yingxia's hand affectionately and said, "Sister Yingxia, look at him, he still wants to drive me away, please help me teach him a lesson."
Su Yingxia couldn't laugh or cry. This little girl was so weird that whenever she suffered a loss from Han Sanqian, she would come to her for help.
"Okay. I'll help you teach him a lesson later," Su Yingxia said.
Tian Ling'er raised her head at Han Sanqian with a proud look on her face, full of provocation.
Han Sanqian shook his head helplessly. Su Yingxia helped this girl, but there was nothing he could do.
"Since you have nothing to do, cut paper and make some contribution." Han Sanqian asked Tian Ling'er.
"Okay, but you have to give me two couplets. The couplet written by Han Sanqian hangs at the door of my house. What a long face." Tian Ling'er said with a smile.
When all the preparations were completed and the moment Han Sanqian picked up the pen, everyone in the family put down what they were doing and walked aside to watch.
Except for Yan Jun, no one has ever seen Han Sanqian write.
The most curious person at the moment is Shi Jing. In the past, she thought that the couplets at home were written by Yan Jun himself, but she did not expect that all these were actually done by Han Sanqian. She still remembered that the couplets were neatly fonted, as if they were written by a master, so
She had some doubts about whether Han Sanqian could really do it.
Han Sanqian, who hadn't written for a long time, took a deep breath. He traced strokes on the bright red paper. This scene once again made Su Yingxia fall into Han Sanqian's charm.
I didn't expect that Han Sanqian would be so masterful in writing, which is fascinating.
Tian Ling'er's mouth has grown up, her iron hooks are painted with silver hooks, and her pen is full of flowers. These are the adjectives she can think of.
A pair of couplets are completed in one go, which makes people dazzled.
"After so many years of not writing, my skills are indeed a bit rusty. Let's start again." Yan Jun said to Han Sanqian.
Han Sanqian removed the couplet he had just completed without hesitation. This was Yanjun's strict requirement for him. When he was a child, Han Sanqian didn't know how much paper he wasted. At this moment, Han Sanqian felt like he was back again.
Arrived before.
As long as there is a flaw in a word, Yanjun will make him start over.
"Isn't this very good? If you don't want it, keep it for me." Tian Ling'er quickly and carefully put away the couplets written by Han Sanqian, for fear of being damaged in the slightest.
"I'll give you a better one later." Han Sanqian said with a smile.
Tian Ling'er felt like he had found a treasure. He said: "For me, this is the best. I want it."
Han Sanqian once again boosted his energy and started writing like a dragon. This time, there was still no stagnation. The completed stroke was obviously better than the previous one, both in terms of the neatness of the font and the degree of completion.
But Yanjun was still dissatisfied. He asked Han Sanqian to come again. Even Shi Jing could hardly stand such harsh demands.
Finally, after several proficiency sessions, Han Sanqian's brushwork met Yan Jun's requirements, and at this time, he was already sweating profusely.
When Su Yingxia saw this, she quickly wiped the sweat from Han Sanqian's forehead.
"Grandpa Yan, you are so strict. If you tire him out, I will ask you to settle the score." Su Yingxia said to Mr. Yan.
Yan Jun couldn't laugh or cry. If it weren't for his strict requirements and training for Han Sanqian since he was a child, how could Han Sanqian have such a tough character today?
However, it is natural for Su Yingxia to feel sorry for Han Sanqian. After all, they are a young couple.
"There won't be many opportunities like this in the future. I have to hurry up and embarrass him while I still have the opportunity." Yan Jun said.
At this time, Shi Jing, who was standing aside, sighed. It was precisely because of Yan Jun's strict requirements that Han Sanqian was as good as he is today. Han Jun had been doted on by Nangong Qianqiu since he was a child. How could his ability be as good as Han Jun's?
How about three thousand?
If it had been Han Jun who had done this, I'm afraid he would have turned against him long ago.
"You can stick it after the ink dries." Han Sanqian said with satisfaction.
"Brother, I...where's mine?" Tian Ling'er secretly tugged at the corner of Han Sanqian's clothes and said weakly.
"Didn't you just take it?" Han Sanqian said with a smile.
Tian Ling'er moved very quickly, crumpled the couplet in his hand into a ball, threw it directly into the trash can, and said, "Is it there? Where is it? I didn't take it."
Only Tian Ling'er can do this kind of deceitful thing in public. Moreover, her doing this will not arouse the resentment of others. Instead, she will laugh out loud.
"Okay, I'll write it to you right away." Han Sanqian said cheerfully.
After writing the couplet, Tian Ling'er did nothing but stayed by the couplet waiting for the ink to dry. It was as if she was afraid of being snatched away.
After the ink dried, Tian Ling'er couldn't wait to take it home.
Tianjia is still very lively, with all the relatives gathered together to discuss this year's New Year's Eve activities.
After Tian Ling'er came back, Tian Changsheng said with a smile: "I thought you had forgotten your home. Come quickly, we are discussing the activities for this year's New Year's Eve. You were the one who suggested it before. Without you, we wouldn't be able to do anything."
We can't even decide to pay attention."
Tian Ling'er is not looking forward to the activities at all now, because she has no intention of spending it at home. After the New Year's Eve dinner, she has already planned to go to the mountainside villa.
"Grandpa, come quickly and show you something good." Tian Ling'er said with a mysterious face.
Tian Changsheng frowned in confusion. The thing Tian Ling'er was holding in his hand looked like a couplet. This was considered a good thing.
When Tian Ling'er spread the couplets flat on the table, he said with a proud face: "Grandpa, how do you like this couplet?"
Tian Changsheng's eyes lit up. This couplet was obviously handwritten, which was very different from the printed products sold on the street.
"Tian Ling'er, isn't it just a couplet? It's not a good thing." One day the younger generation said with a disappointed look on his face.
Tian Ling'er glared at the man and said, "If you don't understand, don't open your mouth."
"Grandpa, do you think this word is written well?" Tian Ling'er asked Tian Changsheng impatiently.
"The writing is indeed good, the writing is powerful, and it is done in one go. The fonts are neat. It takes many years of writing skills to achieve it. You don't want to lie to me that this is what you wrote." Tian Changsheng said.
"It would be great if I could write such good handwriting. I wrote it myself." Tian Ling'er said.
"Han Sanqian!" Tian Changsheng looked surprised. Han Sanqian could write so well, which really surprised him.
"Of course, besides my brother, who else is so powerful?" Tian Ling'er said proudly.
Tianchang couldn't help but hold the couplet in his hand and appreciate it, and uttered words of praise one after another. Some people who had looked down on this couplet before also put away their disdainful expressions.
They don't know how to evaluate the handwriting, but since it was written by Han Sanqian, they are not qualified to dislike it.
