Ye Qianqian frowned and looked at Ma Yulian, always feeling that her gaze before turning around looked a little sinister, but her character of not being afraid of heaven and earth did not take Ma Yulian to heart at all.

When Wang Haifeng returned to the dormitory, he wrote to his daughter-in-law about what happened to Liu Siwen today.

After the letter was written, he took a pen and tapped it on the paper, pursed his thin lips, thinking of his daughter-in-law's personality and her feelings for Liu Siwen, he resolutely picked up the letter and tore it up.

She knew that Liu Siwen was being bullied, and she had to kill her to defend Liu Siwen.

The Spring Festival has arrived, 1980 has officially ended, ushered in the Year of the Golden Rooster, and the door of the store is pasted with the word Dafu, couplets, and the couplets of the word Fu of her mother's family, all of which were written by Li Yingxue herself.

Don't look at her as not tall, look delicate. Cutie.

Holding the wolf's hair, writing the brush words, but it is a combination of rigidity and softness, the hidden edge is slightly exposed, the front is also subtle, the pen is abruptly stopped, like a quick knife cutting, looking vigorous and powerful, like a masterpiece of a calligraphy master.

Even Ye Wenbin couldn't help but praise this word, he felt that his calligraphy was good, but compared with Li Yingxue, it was far behind.

"Xue'er, who are you the master of calligraphy?"

Ye Wenbin asked in a crepe manner, now he comes to Li Yingxue's shop, not all for Du Qiujuan, but mainly because it has become a habit, he likes the liveliness and warmth here, and feels like home.

"Xue'er, why didn't Dad know that you could write calligraphy? Who taught you? ”

Wang Shixun and Li Yingxue live in the same village, it can be said that he watched this child grow up, he had a cowardly personality before, he kept his head down when he went out, and he didn't say a word when he saw people.

After that, the personality changed greatly, but even if the girl in the countryside had changed her personality, no one in the village could write this beautiful calligraphy, even if it was a young man from the countryside, no one would write such a beautiful calligraphy.

If you want to paste couplets at home during the Chinese New Year, you have to go to the bazaar to spend money to ask someone to write, a couple of cents is not very expensive, but the old Li family seems to be reluctant to spend this money, and has never pasted a couplet, that is, to write a blessing word on red paper, which is ugly.

Du Qiujuan also looked at her daughter suspiciously, but she didn't speak, her daughter only had a lot of things that she didn't know before, such as swimming, fishing, hunting, and doing business, all of which were all sudden.

Now that there is one more writing brush, she thinks there is nothing unacceptable.

Li Yingxue saw that the three pairs of eyes were looking at her suspiciously, and she couldn't help but feel secretly annoyed, why didn't she know what to hide?

The eyeballs were rolling in their sockets, and they felt that nothing they said could eliminate their suspicions, so they just said nonsense, believe it or not!

A smirk squeezed out of his face, and his words were particularly far-fetched.

"I just don't have anything to do with the branches and play on the ground, natural, haha, natural."

The little flower leans against her big one. On his legs, he frowned and looked at the couplet and the word Fu: "Sister, it's not good-looking, it still stinks." ”

The smell of ink is a little stinky, and children can't read words to look good, right? When I saw a small black earthworm, I was directly disgusted.

"Look, Xiaohua said that it was ugly, and it was difficult to get into the hall of elegance, haha."

Li Yingxue laughed dryly a few times, pinching Xiaohua's little fleshy face in retaliation, and dared to dislike her ugly words?

gave her a threat with his eyes, and she planned not to take her with her for the New Year.

This haha passed, and Wang Shixun didn't ask again, maybe the child is talented?

"Old man, are you going to spend thirty at my house?"

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