Every year before the Spring Festival, the Chinese New Year's Eve, there is a custom of hanging money in City A.

There is such a saying about the origin of door money.

'Nian' turned out to be a man-eating monster, every first day of the first month out to hurt people, because it is afraid of red, people hang red cloth on the door in advance every day to avoid, the next day is safe and sound, meet to say congratulations, said to avoid the 'year'.

Later, the habit of hanging red cloth was gradually replaced by sticking red paper, and the paper was also engraved with beautiful patterns with auspicious meanings, which increased the decorative effect, which was the door money.

"A little to the left, left, you're right, you're left and right!" Bai Shuili stood directly opposite the gate, directing a young man who was stepping on the bench to hang the door money, and sometimes stomped his feet because of the young man's uncooperative anger.

It can be seen that the young man is Xiao Lingfeng, who has just transformed two days ago.

Today is the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, because they are demon cultivators and have no home to go to, so they all get together to prepare for the New Year.

This is also the first year they are going through.

"Oops, I remember, the first one to be pasted should be red, red and green, yellow in the center, that's it! Higher, a little lower, a little lower! ”

"Alright, the second one...... Sister Tang Tang, have your Spring Festival couplets been written, just waiting for you! ”

Bai Shuili shouted into the room again.

And there is a sense of joy in the room, and the whole living room has been decorated with bunches of streamers.

On a table in the living room, Tang Tang was grinding ink, seemingly preparing to write Spring Festival couplets.

Hang the door money, paste the Spring Festival couplets, and make dumplings!

This is the atmosphere that a real year should have.

"Come on, Xiaoxiao, this first Spring Festival couplet will be written by you and hung on our door!" Tang Tang spread out the cut red paper.

Su Xiaoxiao chose a large brush and raised his hand to dip it in pen and ink.

Without the slightest hesitation, he wrote the first word with a smile.

Small.

"Small?" Tang Tang looked at this Su Xiaoxiao's calligraphy, just with softness, softness also showed a touch of hardness, and she had been teaching at the university for a long time, but she had never seen this kind of font.

Hearing Tang Tang's doubts, Qin Tang and Wan Yanyan also came over, wanting to see what Su Xiaoxiao was going to write.

Without distractions, Su Xiaoxiao picked up the pen and wrote the second word again.

Goblin.

"Demon? Little goblins? Tang Tang and Qin Tang each glanced at each other, and seemed to understand what Su Xiaoxiao wanted to write.

No one bothered, and Su Xiaoxiao's third word had already been written halfway.

No.

"Little demons don't ......"

Tang Tang was a little speechless, this is also a Spring Festival couplet? It's not even an ordinary couplet.

Spring Festival couplets contain people's blessings for the year.

While thinking, Su Xiaoxiao had stopped writing.

It seems that the uplink has been completed.

Is the little demon a demon?

What is this?

Is Su Xiaoxiao stupid, what I want to write today is the Spring Festival couplets!

As if sensing everyone's doubts, Su Xiaoxiao smiled lightly.

Pick up the pen and continue to write the couplet.

Big.

This time no one was making a sound.

Reading a couplet is like pulling away a woman's clothes, and you never know what she's wearing under her dress until the last moment.

Until the end, you never know what someone is going to write.

Writing pairs throughout the ages was not very good at first, and later people couldn't help but be amazed.

This also reminded Tang Tang of a legend.

According to legend, once Ji Xiaolan celebrated the birthday of a friend's mother, and immediately composed a poem, and the first sentence of the split said: "This old lady is not a person", the four guests were startled, but Ji Xiaolan was not in a hurry, and read: "The Nine Heavens Fairy went down to the earth", everyone breathed a sigh of relief and applauded. Ji Xiaolan read again: "Give birth to a son but be a thief", the face of the banquet host changed color, the four were speechless, and they didn't dare to speak, but Ji Xiaolan said calmly: "Steal the peach and offer the mother", everyone laughed and toasted.

Of course, the earliest source of this poem should be Tang Yin's "Woman"

This woman is not a human being, and the Nine Heavens Fairy descends to earth.

Raising a son will be a thief and steal peaches for his mother.

The first sentence is shocking, but the second sentence is amazing.

When Tang Tang came back to his senses, Su Xiaoxiao had already spread out another piece of red paper.

The four big words of the second sentence jumped on the paper.

The road is not the way!

"The little demon is not a demon, the avenue is not the way!" Wan Yanyan read it softly.

Looking at Su Xiaoxiao's handwriting again, there is also a sense of majestic atmosphere.

"Good!" Qin Tang couldn't help but shout, "What a little demon is not a demon, the avenue is not the way!" ”

Just when everyone was admiring each other, Su Xiaoxiao had already written the first word.

Ten thousand.

Everyone was silent, watching quietly.

Su Xiaoxiao gently rolled up her sleeves, and the brush in her hand turned and closed, which was very stylish.

"Ten Thousand Demons Return to the Sect!"

"Wonderful, really wonderful!"

"I have to admire the little literary talent, it seems that this study is different from ours!"

Call!

Su Xiaoxiao put away the brush and let out a long breath.

"Sister Tang Tang, have you written your Spring Festival couplets!" It was also at this time that Bai Shuili's voice came in from outside.

"That's it!" Tang Tang responded, stretched out his hand to pick up the couplet Su Xiaoxiao had just written, and blew lightly, so that the pen and ink on it would dry faster, and at the same time murmured softly, "The little demon is not a demon, the avenue is not the way, and all the demons return to the sect!" Why don't we extend this practice and make a stone tablet, which will be regarded as evidence of the founding of our Ten Thousand Demon Sect! ”

"I think it can!"

"I think it's doable!"

Qin Tang and Wan Yanyan nodded in agreement.

"Then it's decided, I'll go and hang up this door first!" As soon as Tang Tang walked out, Bai Shuili ran in.

Then he took the door from Tang Tang and ran out again.

"Okay, we can write the rest of the Spring Festival couplets separately!" Su Xiaoxiao turned around and flattened the paper and chose a medium-sized brush from the pen holder.

The pen is like a dragon, and he wrote a pair of Spring Festival couplets calmly.

A hundred years of heaven and earth return to the vitality of the unification of mountains and rivers, peace and horizontal criticism: national peace and security

Seeing Su Xiaoxiao finish writing, Qin Tang also took the brush from Su Xiaoxiao's hand.

Spring is often in the spring of the year: thousands of purples and thousands of saffron flowers bloom forever: welcome the new year

This is what a Spring Festival couplet looks like.

Hundreds of years and contemporary, ancient rivers and mountains, and now a new horizontal criticism: Vientiane is renewed

This is the Spring Festival couplet written by Yan Yan.

There are many rooms in this room, and almost all of them have a room for each of the girls.

Write the Spring Festival couplets in your own room, so that you can have a New Year's flavor

When Xiao Lingfeng came back from his busy work outside, he found that everyone had started to write Spring Festival couplets, how could such a fun thing be missed.

Let's not talk about the font, but Bai Shuili's mood is still good.

Blessing is like the long flowing water of the East China Sea, and the longevity is better than the old pine of Nanshan, and the horizontal batch: longevity and long-term vision!

Damn, this girl actually wrote out all the wishes in her heart.

Cultivators don't want to be able to live forever.

"That, Sister Bai, can you write a pair for me?" Xiao Lingfeng stood behind Bai Shuili a little shyly.

He has just taken shape, he has not yet gone to school, let alone writing, but he can't recognize some words.

(End of chapter)