After the old man Si drove people away, he picked up the pen for a long time, but he couldn't put it into words, and finally simply put away the pen and ink and stopped writing.

When Chen Yuean came out with Si Yan and cautiously asked him for the Spring Festival couplets, the old man didn't raise his eyelids too much, holding a cup of brightly colored tea, and gave a sentence, "Come and get it tomorrow." ”

If you can't calm down, you can't see people when you write, so it's better not to write than to waste pen and ink.

Si Yan looked at the old man's expression and said tentatively, "Then I'll send Yue'an back?" ”

The old man didn't speak, only waved his hand, and Si Yan immediately took people away.

After everyone left, Old Man Si looked at the ups and downs of the tea leaves in the cup, and let out a long sigh.

Chinese New Year's Eve.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Chu Xi was woken up by Chu Mingliang, dressed, and looked at the dark sky outside, she couldn't help but sigh.

It wasn't dawn until half-past nine.

"Uncle." Chu Xi washed up, went to the living room, looked at the pen and ink on the table in the living room, and knew in his heart, "Do you want to write Spring Festival couplets?" ”

Chu Mingliang nodded and handed over a brush, "You can write this year's Spring Festival couplets." ”

"Uncle write Spring Festival couplets." Chu Xi didn't push, took the brush, "I'll write the word Chunfu." ”

Chu Mingliang smiled, "I will write the word Spring Blessing, and you will write the Spring Festival couplets." You've been thinking about it with Dr. Sun for an afternoon, and you must have a lot of it in your head, so write one. Anyway, this is the first year you and your dad have had, and it's meaningful. ”

Chu Xi saw that he was not ready to write, pursed his lips, lifted the pen and wrote the words, the pen walked the dragon, and the couplets were written in one go.

Shanglian: Guotai Min'an Chinese dream

Downlink: The wind and rain are good

Horizontal batch: Vientiane auspicious

Chu Mingliang watched her write, this character is very well written, generally speaking, it is impossible to write this level without more than ten years of effort, but the old lady's calligraphy book is good, and it is reasonable for her niece to write like this.

It's just a couplet and a cross-section...... The pattern was so big that he couldn't find it from inside...... Father-daughter affection......

Chu Xi wrote this couplet, and said to Chu Mingliang's expression of wanting to speak and stopping, "Grandma said that what my father hopes most is that the country is prosperous and the country and the people safe. ”

"So, I think it might be better to write this couplet."

Chu Mingliang opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he nodded, "The Spring Festival couplets are very good, but we still need a few more pairs in this yard, you can write some more, it is best to bring some breath of life, festive, what kind of firecrackers in the sound of one-year-old or something......"

"This yard has to be pasted."

Chu Mingliang said as he looked around the courtyard, "Plus the kitchen, just write three more pairs." ”

Chu Xi didn't mention the pen again, but reminded, "Where's grandma?" ”

If there is no mistake, the Chinese custom is that the old man in the family has passed away, and the Spring Festival couplets with a white or purple background are generally pasted......

Chu Mingliang's throat moved, and he smiled reluctantly, "This is someone else's house." ”

This small courtyard is assigned to them to live, but it is temporary, and they must always take into account the feelings of others and the feelings of those who come after.

Chu Xi let out a "hmm" and bowed his head to write the Spring Festival couplets.

Between the two, the atmosphere suddenly froze, and it wasn't until the second Spring Festival couplet was written that she spoke again, "Then how do you get it?" ”

It's still about the old lady.

After Chu Mingliang came here, he always thought that the base was a sacred place of science, so the old lady's portrait only dared to be placed in his own room, and his younger brother Chu Mingguo had just woken up, immersed in joy and guilt, and he had not discussed the old lady's affairs with him.

Ask him now, and he doesn't have a good idea.

"Uncle go to Zhao Dahu to talk about this." Chu Mingliang's eyes were full of self-blame and frustration, so that Chu Xi had no way to turn a blind eye, she looked at the watch time, looked up and said to him, "When I was an hour, Sun Lao would come to pick me up and take me to the gymnasium here, time conflicted, I didn't have time to find Zhao Dahu, you go and ask, just say it." ”

Zhao Dahu is Zhao Chang's person, and looking for him is no different from looking for Zhao Chang.

"What do you mean-" Chu Mingliang couldn't believe it, "it's in the yard assigned to your dad at the base......"

The words came to an abrupt end here, but the unfinished meaning Chu Xi was clear, and she nodded, "Hmm." ”

The portrait of the old lady, the most appropriate and suitable place to be placed is the courtyard of the original father Chu Mingguo. There can be unscrupulous sacrifices, unscrupulous remembrances, and unscrupulous offerings......

Chu Mingliang was a little excited, "This ...... Can you agree? ”

In the past, funerals were not allowed to do such things, and in recent years the situation has been better, but this is the base!

"Just ask." Chu Xi took the pen, "If you can, you can get it, if not, you can simply burn some paper money in the small courtyard here." ”

Chu Mingliang had a little smile on his face, "Then I have to think about what to say." ”

"Well, then it's all up to you, uncle." Chu Xi smiled, lowered his head and began to write Spring Festival couplets again.

In the past two days, the original father Chu Mingguo occupied almost all of Chu Mingliang's attention, but in the corner where no one was around, he was silent and looked outside, which made people extremely worried.

is approaching the Chinese New Year, which may be the "thinking of relatives every festival" that she doesn't quite understand.

Hooking the corners of his lips, Chu Xi took a breath, and carefully wrote these Spring Festival couplets.

After she finished writing, Chu Mingliang also came out of the kitchen, "I boiled three eggs and three buns, you can eat some and then leave." ”

As he spoke, he put down the eggs and buns, and prepared to pour her a glass of water.

When Chu Xi saw his movements, she suddenly remembered that when she came here, Zhou Yanmin stuffed her with two bags of rice noodles and a can of milk powder, and the things were in her bedroom, but she forgot them outside.

That's all for the patient.

"Uncle, do you remember to take some of these things to the hospital today." Chu Xi came out with rice noodles and milk powder, and raised one of his hands, "This bag is rice noodles, keep it for you and me to drink every morning." ”

Chu Mingliang: "I'm an adult, I don't lack any nutrition, you keep it for yourself." ”

Chu Xi didn't argue with him, directly cut open the bag and sealed it, poured some rice noodles into the two cups, ignored Chu Mingliang's obstruction, brewed it directly, and handed over a cup, "Let's eat." ”

Facing Chu Xi, Chu Mingliang always felt that his confidence was insufficient, she glanced at him, and he felt that it was not good to resist any longer, and his eyes were obviously more serious, and he smiled a little......

Seeing Chu Mingliang sit down, Chu Xi took the egg to peel, "Is there anything you want to eat for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner?" ”

"When I go to the hospital today and ask your dad what he wants to eat, then we will do something." Chu Mingliang sighed, "How many years, from your father studying abroad to now, he hasn't spent the New Year at home, I don't know if the taste is Westernized, I don't know ...... anymore."

When I was a child, it was a planned economy, everything had to be purchased with a ticket, and although the family had a relatively good life, it took half a year to eat dumplings.

What does that taste like......

For the rest of their lives, they can only exist in the memories of their brothers......