Yan Lu suppressed the fire in his heart, put down the luggage, and then closed the door with his backhand, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at Wen Jiu with a cold and serious face: "I need to talk to you." ”

Wen Jiu pointed to the sofa in the room and said simply and politely, "Okay, please take a seat." ”

Yan Lu: ""

Whose home is this, and who is the owner?

Yan Lu sat on the sofa with his clothes lifted, and in order to show that he was the master here, he deliberately leaned on the sofa casually in a leisurely and lazy posture and crossed his legs.

Wenjiu sat across from him, his gaze involuntarily falling on his lap.

A pair of legs are so long that they look so handsome even when they stand up.

Yan Lu took his hand out of his pocket, crossed his fingers on his knees, looked at Wenjiu arrogantly, and said in the tone of a task assigned by his boss: "I hope that in these seven days, you can get the approval of my grandparents to the greatest extent." ”

There is no need for him to say this, Wenjiu has already planned to do this, after all, he paid a high salary of 100,000 yuan per day, although she made a mistake and made an oolong, so she became his hired girlfriend, but she used people's money to do things for others. The salary is so high, she really feels a little guilty if she doesn't do her best.

So hearing this, Wen Jiu's expression became extremely cold and serious, and he replied seriously: "Since Mr. Yan has paid a high salary, of course I will do my best to work, and I must rest assured that Mr. Yan is here." ”

Yan Lu was quite satisfied with this answer.

Grandma is a kind and kind old man, and it is easier to win, but the old man seems to have a little twisted temper, so Wen Jiu asked Grandpa's preferences and planned to do what he liked.

Yan Lu replied: "Fishing, raising flowers, playing chess, and reading books." ”

These are the hobbies of most people and the elderly. As soon as Wen Jiu heard it, he had a score in his heart, and smiled: "No problem." ”

Yan Lu raised his eyebrows, no problem? Where does her confidence come from with such a big breath? Just as she was about to ask her, the door was pushed open, and Yan Huan poked in a small head: "Brother, grandpa asked you to go down and write Spring Festival couplets." ”

Yan Lu snorted, got up and flicked his clothes, and walked downstairs.

Now basically people are buying Spring Festival couplets to paste, there are very few people who write Spring Festival couplets, Mr. Yan of turtle hair actually wants to write Spring Festival couplets, Wenjiu is particularly curious and interesting, so he took Yan Huan downstairs together, planning to visit Mr. Yan's Mobao.

The door of the study was open, and the old man was placing the red paper in front of the desk to write the Spring Festival couplets.

Yan Lu stood next to the old man, silently preparing pen and ink, and his handsome face also looked unconvinced. This old and young man really have a temper like a family.

Yan Lu saw Wenjiu come in, raised his eyebrows slightly, surprised and a little proud, come and see me writing, right, wait for the surprise.

The old man raised his eyes to look at the warm wine, and barely squeezed out a smile, which was regarded as a greeting.

Wen Jiu smiled back and called "Grandpa".

The old man's study is extremely large, and the side against the wall is almost completely made into a bookcase, and the books in it are neatly placed and unmessy, and he is a rigorous and serious old man at first glance. Wenjiu only knew that his grandmother was retired from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, but the old man didn't know where he retired, but his temperament looked quite like a cadre.

In the plum vase at the corner of the table are plum blossoms folded from outside the house, graceful branches, and the fragrance of flowers strikes people. In the middle of the desk, the 10,000-year-old red gold rice paper has been spread out and pressed under the paperweight. The dragon and phoenix are auspicious and sprinkled with gold shading, red and golden, and look very festive.

Yan Lu unhurriedly flattened the rice paper, his heroic thick eyebrows were slightly twisted, and as soon as the shelf with the pen hanging from his wrist was put out, he spontaneously had an elegant and noble scholarly atmosphere, handsome and elegant.

Wen Jiu unconsciously glanced at him several more times, and then his gaze fell on the paper.

Yan Lu's "spring" word has been written to the second horizontal, Wen Jiu looked at it, and his heart was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect Mr. Yan of turtle hair to write a beautiful willow body calligraphy.

"The spring is warm and sunny, and the year is rich and the people are healthy".

Yan Lu lifted the pen in one go, and a faint fragrance of ink spread with him as he moved the pen.

The old man looked at his words, his displeased eyebrows and eyes were stretched, and he snorted in a deep voice: "It's not wasted." ”

Yan Lu put down his pen and looked at the warm wine standing opposite. The red plum in the bottle just opened in front of her eyes, the snow muscle is like jade, the eyebrows are picturesque, it is really a picture of the red plum blossoms on the human face.

Qingli's eyebrows and eyes are still unfazed, such a beautiful calligraphy, she is not surprised or amazed at all? What's going on with this facial paralysis expression? Mr. Yan furrowed his eyebrows slightly, and in disappointment, he took another piece of gold-painted rice paper and pressed it with a paperweight.

Huan Huan said noisily, "I want to write it too, grandpa." ”

"Wait, wait, wait." The old man hugged Huanhuan, and when he saw Wen Jiu standing aside calmly, he casually asked, "Do you know how to write?" ”

Wenjiu smiled embarrassedly: "It's only a little bit." ”

The old man said, "Write a look." ”

Wen Jiu smiled: "Then I'll write a Spring Festival couplet in the flower room on the third floor." It's not well written, grandpa don't laugh at me. ”

The old man hummed without being salty.

Yan Lu was in a hurry, the old man just said it casually, this girl even agreed seriously, the Spring Festival couplets are not just written casually two twisted words can be pasted on the door.

Yan Lu knows the old man's temper very well, and these things of traditional Chinese culture are more serious to the point of making people jump on their feet, if the warm wine is not well written, not only will it not express itself, but it will make the old man's impression of warm wine plummet.

But Wen Jiu's words had already been spoken, and it was too late for him to stop him at this time, so he could only watch Wen Jiu lift the brush.

It's really a girl who doesn't know whether to live or die. Mr. Yan was ready, if she dared to hold the pen in the posture of holding a pen, he would immediately stop her from "offering ugliness".

Fortunately, the posture in which she lifts the pen is quite decent.

The warm wine was dipped in ink, and he did not put down his pen immediately, but paused slightly, and then put his pen on the rice paper.

Reverse the peak of the pen, the pen, the pen, the back of the pen, the first word was written, Yan Lu was shocked, and the old man's face changed slightly.

"Pine, bamboo, plum, three friends, peach, plum, apricot and spring breeze."

Because it was pasted on the door of the flower room, Wenjiu chose one such Spring Festival couplet. When she wrote the word "home", she closed the pen with a momentum, which was really chic and hearty, and extremely beautiful. If a play sings *, there is a sudden pause, and only the sound of the beam remains.

Yan Lu, who has always been conceited and proud, only has a feeling of amazement in his heart at the moment. The words of warm wine, Zangfeng is ingenious, Lu Feng is appropriate, full and strong, free and powerful, if you don't see her lifting the pen with your own eyes, it is really difficult to see that it is a girl's handwriting.

Although the old man was silent and did not praise the calligraphy of Wenjiu, Yan Lu could see at a glance that there was a hidden look of approval.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Yan Huan excitedly shouted, "Grandpa, I'll write it too." I can write spring characters. ”

"Okay, Huanhuan writes a spring character, let's stick it on the plum tree in the yard." After the old man saw the word warm wine, his face was much kinder than just now, and he finally stopped keeping a straight face.

Huanhuan picked up the pen and wrote a big spring character, the children who just went to kindergarten naturally did not write good-looking, the old man praised against his will, took her out of the study, and left Yan Lu to continue to write the second Spring Festival couplet.

Wen Jiu stood opposite him and looked at him, and he didn't speak, and that cold and arrogant temperament quietly arose, and Yan Lu felt like an invigilator standing next to him.

A faint fragrance wafted over, and I don't know if it was the plum fragrance or the fragrance on her body, it smelled so good that it made people feel a little flurry. Yan Lu was distracted, and the word "Jiang" that he was writing turned out to be one more horizontal, and "Chunjiang" became "Chunwang".

Mr. Yan raised his eyes and glanced at the warm wine, and saw her pink lips, as if a smile had disappeared.

Sure enough, they were laughing at him, huh.

Yan Lu pulled this discarded Spring Festival couplet, took out ten successes, rewrote a new one, felt that he had reached the state of perfection, and then put it on the desk to dry, and went out to find glue.

When he returned to the study, he found that Wenjiu was not admiring his proud work, but holding a pair of scissors, cutting the piece of paper he had just written.

How many surprising abilities do these hands have?

Yan Lu glanced at the warm wine: "Come here with the Spring Festival couplets." ”

Writing Spring Festival couplets and pasting Spring Festival couplets is Yan Lu's work every year, open the door, he stood on the steps outside the courtyard gate, the corner of his eyes swept to the warm wine standing beside him, and his hands held the Spring Festival couplets and waited beside him like a little girl, and his heart was really incomparably ironing.

That's right.

Mr. Yan was comfortably sticking to the Spring Festival couplets, and suddenly heard the beautiful "little girl" with a nice voice, and said quietly: "It's good to be tall." ”

Did you just know?

Handsome!

Mr. Yan's hand gracefully stroked from the Spring Festival couplets.

"Paste Spring Festival couplets, and you don't need to stand on a stool to change the light bulb."

Yan Lu put his hand in his pocket: "Go upstairs."

The two went up to the third floor.

Wen Jiu handed the Spring Festival couplets he wrote to Yan Lu, and after the door frames on both sides were pasted, Mr. Yan found that he stretched out his arms, but he still couldn't reach the door frame above his head. The flower room on the third floor has a wide and high door.

Mr. Yan held the Spring Festival couplets in his hand, and looked down at the warm wine very depressed: "Move a stool here." ”

Wen Jiu went to the flower room and brought a pine bench over.

Yan Lu stepped on it and pasted the horizontal batch, the upper right corner of the right couplet was slightly not pasted, and a small corner was cocked, and he turned sideways to smooth it, but with this move, the bench was almost stepped on by him.

Yan Lu felt his body crooked and stepped down.

Wenjiu had already pulled out a hand to help him, but seeing that he was quick and safe, he put his hand in his pocket again.

Yan Lu turned his head, looked at Wen Jiu's hands in his pockets, and said, "I almost fell just now, you don't know how to help it?" ”

Wen Jiu's indifferent attitude of staying out of the matter made him inexplicably angry, and she didn't care about him at all.

Wen Jiu looked at him and said unhurriedly: "Didn't you say that when you are alone, Party B can't take the initiative to have any physical contact with Party A?" ”

It hurts to lift a stone and hit yourself in the foot.