It is said that words are like people, and Xiao Shaoyan's words seem to be a little different from his people.

The words on the couplet are like flowing water, and the force penetrates the back of the paper. Looking at its color, its shape, its shade and dampness, the thickness and dew are all variable, and the weather is thousands.

Su Ran smiled, this person was still restrained, even so, she could still see that his words were hidden and arrogant, not restrained at all, and even a stroke of a certain word was like a fairy, coming and going without a trace.

The person on the other side was also looking at the couplet in his hand, Xiao Molan raised his eyes and just saw a smile hooked up at the corner of the girl's mouth, the smile at the corner of the girl's mouth seemed to be contagious, and he didn't know that the corners of his mouth were also slightly curled.

Do you delight to see it! Xiao Molan smiled silently, a trace of pleasure crossed his heart, and he pinched the left hand on his lap.

Then he will write more beautiful calligraphy in the future.

"How did I write," he asked, casually.

"It's very well written, it's a joy to see," Su Ran smiled slyly at the person opposite, "In the end, block letters still bind you, if you change to other fonts, I think you will be more free." ”

This person is too narcissistic, when did she say she liked it, and glanced at the person opposite. Looking down at the couplet in her hand, she really liked it.

But she likes all the good-looking words, and Shen's rhetorical words are good.

The eyes that have always been cold in front of others, while smiling at this time, also hide a trace of tenderness that he himself doesn't know.

"If you like, I'll write more for you later," he laughs.

"Jing Feng, send the couplet to Qingsong's house in the afternoon."

The villain didn't raise his head and answered "Okay", focusing on his homework.

Xiao Molan smiled and didn't answer, he just took her as a default.

Sort all the couplets on the floor and take out the extra ones.

"Uncle, I can help," He Jingfeng and Guo Bei were lying on the window of the study, both holding a rag in their hands.

In the study room of the west wing, in addition to the floor and table, Guo Dong will come in and wipe it down in a few days. Like bookcases, pen holders, wooden cylinders, etc., Su Ran did it himself.

The morning passed quickly, and after lunch, everyone had a clear division of labor to do hygiene.

Although the room in the master bedroom is cleaned once a few days, people just have a habit and custom that the courtyard of the room must be cleaned during the New Year.

"Okay!" The villain sighed, "Xiaobei, let's go to my mother's side." ”

Guo Bei seemed to think of something, and exclaimed: "Ah, little master, we have to hurry over, no one is watching the little hair ball, so it likes to come to his wife's side." ”

She wants to cherish her books, collections, and works.

Su Ran turned around and smiled at the two: "I know you can help, you can go to the main room to wipe the table." ”

The rag in his hand was withdrawn.

Xiao Molan was very tall, and he could reach out with a rag and wipe it on the top of the bookcase.

Su Ran shook his head and smiled, washed the rag in his hand, and raised his foot to step on the stool.

"I'm coming!"

He coughed lightly, turned his head slightly, and met a pair of clear eyes that did not contain a trace of impurities. There was amazement and appreciation in his eyes, but there was no affection for what he wanted to see.

The redness of the earlobes quickly dissipated, and the heat in my heart suddenly dissipated, and I sighed in my heart.

A good-looking person, even the action of wiping the bookcase is pleasing to the eye.

Su Ran looked at it unabashedly, Rao is such an indifferent person as Xiao Molan, and his earlobes couldn't help but flush slightly.

Chinese New Year's Eve!

Early in the morning, the sound of firecrackers came from inside the village.

Self-consolation: She's still young!

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This is also the sixth year that Zhao Huarong has spent here.

In the morning, paste couplets and hang lanterns!

In addition to worshipping mountain gods, people here also worship their ancestors in the Chinese New Year's Eve.

But it doesn't include the people in the courtyard, just because they are not from this village, Zhao Huarong and they have only been here for six years.

Half a year is not a long time, but Su Ran feels like he has been staying for a long time.

"I miss my relatives every festive season!" She sighed and sighed.

Su Ran stood at the door of the West Chamber, looking at the various red lanterns that had just been hung in the courtyard. I sighed in my heart that this was my first year in this world.

She remembers walking through the days at the end of May. When she first arrived, she only wanted to fill her stomach and regain her strength, but as soon as she regained some strength, she began to escape from the wolf's den again, fell into the cliff, and stepped into the mountains......

Su Ranzheng sighed, her head suddenly weighed, she turned her head, "What are you doing!" ”

She was a little confused, why did this person suddenly touch her head, can her head be touched casually?

Xiao Molan stood in the verandah for a while, and heard the murmur of a girl not far away, and felt a little guilty in his heart.

Although it was not his fault, it was also because of his relationship that this girl was reluctant to return home.

The sound is as clear as the sound of jade spring water, which is very good.

"Thank you," Su Ran thanked a little perfunctory.

Just as she was about to slap it away, the hand on her head had already withdrawn.

Xiao Molan said gently: "Comfort you!" ”

"Brother Su!" Lin Qingsong smiled shyly as always, but he was more cheerful than before.

"Uncle, when can we play with firecrackers?"

"Uncle," He Jingfeng began to shout outside, and the sound of dada and dada footsteps came.

After a while, they arrived at the front, Guo Bei and Lin Qingsong followed behind.

Su Ran pinched Xiao Qingsong's little face and said to He Jingfeng: "It's just that the little firecrackers at home were bought, and they were gone when they were finished, you decide." ”

The villain thought for a while, "I'll play a little first, and the rest will play tomorrow." ”

"You can do it now!"

The three little kids were pleasantly surprised.

Kill the chicken, kill the chicken, deal with the pig hair......

Zhu came out of the kitchen and saw Su Ran standing next to the well, "Childe, our Bai Song forgot to buy it." ”

After the three little people left.

Su Ran raised his feet and went to the kitchen to take a look, the big man, Xiao Wei and others were all helping in the kitchen.

Su Ran came out of Li Hehua's house, and there were three Chinese cabbages in the basket, and the outer layers were no longer fresh, but the inside was still very fresh.

I glanced at a bunch of children playing together in the training grounds.

"Bring the basket here, I'll go and see if Aunt Lotus has a vegetable garden."

Li Hehua's vegetable garden used to grow a lot of cabbage, which had been stored in the cellar before the snow.

"Got it, uncle."

"Jingfeng, remember to come back early to take a shower and put on new clothes."

From time to time, a firecracker sounded, and the sullenness in Su Ran's heart dissipated a little.

Zhao Huarong stood at the door of the mansion and smiled when he heard Su Ran shouting.

Guo Ting bent her eyes, "Madam, the son wants to wear new clothes!" ”

Zhao Huarong thought that every time Su Ran put on good-looking clothes, the corners of his mouth would be subconsciously hooked, and he walked with the wind.