Ling Rui then spread the felt on the table, then laid it on rice paper, put on the paperweight, put down the inkstone, poured ink, and then said, "I'll pour warm water and start writing."
"Okay." Huang Lei nodded with a smile, "Xiao Rui is really skilled in this action. First lay the felt, then the rice paper, then the paperweight, and then the inkstone and ink."
"Haha, Brother Rui also wrote it at home." Peng Peng said with a smile, "Of course he is skilled."
"When he and An Ge showed off their affection before, they still used small regular script. The writing was very retro." Li Xian sighed, "I don't know what he will write today."
"They should just be saying things that are going well, right?" Nie Yuan touched his chin, "You can't show off your affection now, right?"
"No...you definitely can't guess Xiao Rui's thoughts." He Jiong sighed.
"That's true." Ling Rui walked out with a water cup filled with warm water, "As the saying goes, the heart is like a deep sea, and no one can know the true thoughts of others."
Put the water cup on the table, then pick up the brush, remove the cap, gently twist the tip of the pen with your fingers, from the tip to the root, remove some floating hair, immerse the brush in warm water, and slowly apply force to make the brush more supple.
To be honest, the pens, inks, paper and inkstones prepared in a hurry are not of the highest quality, but the more so, the more we must treat them well.
"So," he smiled and took out the open pen, dipped it in ink, straightened his back, stood in front of the table, held the pen behind his left hand, and dabbed ink with his right hand, "Congratulations on getting rich!"
Sure enough, these four words fell on the rice paper.
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In the live broadcast room, netizens laughed loudly and expressed that they deeply loved me.
"This should be everyone's most simple wish!"
"Hahahaha! That makes sense!"
"good!"
"As expected, Brother Rui is still very down-to-earth!"
…
Ling Rui smiled and put down the pen, "Because I just started writing, the ink is still uneven, so I have to write more."
"Okay, I'll do it." Huang Lei took the pen from Ling Rui's hand with a smile, then dipped in ink and wrote, "Bring the red envelope!" behind Ling Rui's words "Congratulations on getting rich!"
"Hahaha, this piece of calligraphy can be given to children and used as red envelopes during the Chinese New Year!" He Jiong said with a smile, "It can be regarded as one of the souvenirs."
"Ok, Ok!"
"I think these words must be written by my future nephew. One is written by his father, and the other is written by his master." Peng Peng said with a smile.
Ling Rui then smiled and was very satisfied, "Well, that's not bad. Peng Peng has made great progress recently."
"Hahaha, that's right."
"This rainbow fart was shot!" Several people nearby were speechless.
"No, I have to leave this for my children in the future!" Li Xian said immediately, "Write it again for your child."
Ling Rui raised his eyebrows slightly, "Your child? When are you going to have it?"
Li Xian touched his chin and said, "At least there will be another five or six years."
"hehe."
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"Now I am suddenly looking forward to the scene where this group of young actors will take their children to Where Are We Going Dad! I really want to see it!"
"Yeah, I don't know how cute their children are!"
"Ah, my brother Rui and Little Fairy's child must be very beautiful! There's no way two people with such good looks can have a crippled child!"
"Ah! I'm suddenly looking forward to Brother Rui's little baby!"
"Ahhh! I'm looking forward to the Li Xian family too!"
"Haha, when they become dads, we should also be dads!"
"People upstairs, call me daddy!"
"..."
Huang Lei smiled as he watched Ling Rui take this layer of rice paper, put it aside, and put a new one on the felt, then handed the pen in his hand to Nie Yuan, "Come on, old Nie."
"Haha." Nie Yuan smiled and took the pen, "If you insist on talking about children, then I can only wish the lover a happy marriage and children, and I can only put together a good word."
As he spoke, Nie Yuan wrote a word "good" with his pen.
"Haha, okay, okay." He Jiong smiled, "Teacher Nie, please write your signature quickly."
"Okay." Nie Yuan smiled, and then wrote the time and signature, "I still want to give it to Xiao Rui. After all, Xiao Rui's thing is almost going to be successful."
"Hahaha, another elder is urging me to get married."
"Brother Rui, are you stressed?"
Ling Rui smiled and thanked Nie Yuan, "There is no pressure, but I do hope that my children will be good words in the future."
"Hahaha. Then I'll make a reservation with you for our station first, and then I'll take the place where dad goes." He Jiong smiled and shook his head helplessly, "I think Lao Chen will be very happy to come."
Chen Kezhou also smiled and shook his head, looking at Zifeng, Peng Peng, and Ling Rui now, "If you have children in the future, I will apply for a parent-child program."
"Haha, that's a good relationship." Peng Peng agreed with a silly smile, "It's just that I don't know where my partner is yet."
"Hmm... Peng Peng, I think you have to work harder." Chen Xingxu said, "You should seize more opportunities when filming."
Peng Peng:...I also want to have a kissing scene!
He Jiong took the pen from Nie Yuan, then looked at Ling Rui and laid out another piece of rice paper, "Then let me think about what I should write! I feel like I have finished writing all the good things for you!"
"Then I can only write that everything is safe and smooth. I hope all viewers and netizens are in good health and their families are happy."
Immediately, He Jiong also started writing.
"Teacher He is not a bad word either."
"Nowhere, not as good as Teacher Huang."
"Haha, you're welcome. Teacher He's handwriting is really good."
Seeing Huang Lei and He Jiong commercially complimenting each other, the others shook their heads helplessly.
"I think...Brother Rui's calligraphy is also very good." Zifeng said, meaning, you two, I will be embarrassed if you continue to say it!
"Xiao Rui, it doesn't count."
"Yes, don't count."
Ling Rui was helpless, "Master, the one just now was given to your disciple, you have to rewrite it."
"Okay, write!"
Other young people first wrote blessings on the postcards one by one with pens, and then signed their names to indicate that they had completed their tasks.
Everyone is also curious about this soft-pen calligraphy.
Li Xian took the brush and drew a turtle with a few strokes. "I read that Chen Qingling and Young People's Chronicles both have the plot of drawing turtles. Even the Tang Dynasty Bricks also showed me how to make a fool of myself."
"Sure enough, it's really ugly!"
"Yes! Ugly!"
Others laughed.
"At times like this, this turtle must have a good reputation!" Li Xian immediately smiled, took the tape from the house, and looked at the people in the yard with a smile. Forget about a few old people, Ling Rui also excluded it and posted it.
Who's behind?
"Brother Xian, you don't think that someone can be posted by you, do you?" Peng Peng rolled his eyes, "How about pretending that no one has seen it?"
"I know you have all seen it." Li Xian replied seriously, "But, can you run as fast as me?"
Peng Peng:......
Li Xian smiled, grabbed Peng Peng's shoulder, slapped a piece of paper on Peng Peng's back, and laughed.