Murong Chu came back from the big tent of the Chinese army, and saw Mo Li holding a pen in one hand and frowning with the other. On one side of the bookcase, there are a few written blessing characters, and there are a few crumpled red papers on the ground.

"Why are you in a daze?" Murong Chu stood beside the bookcase, picked up a piece of Fu and asked.

"General, you're back just in time." Mo Li came back to her senses, "Uncle Qiao asked me to help write the blessing character, I wrote it, and I want to write the vice Spring Festival couplets again." ”

"Spring couplets?" Murong Chu picked up a paper ball on the ground.

Mo Li hurriedly pounced and grabbed it: "Don't look, that's what I wrote badly." However, Murong Chu is tall and strong, and he knows martial arts, so he blocked Mo Li behind him with just one turn, but the paper ball in his hand had already unfolded.

"The red sun shines and the wealth is full." Murong Chu thought, and by the way, another paper ball flew into his hand, "Diligence and entrepreneurship are prosperous." Mo Li, you're really a money fan! ”

Mo Li has a black line, and the two that Mao picked up are all uplinked, and the downlink has nothing to do with money or wealth. To be honest, she really doesn't have any research on this aspect, and the impression is that she saw a few during the Spring Festival in the previous life, and she originally wanted to write a "work hard to prosper the great cause, work hard to get rich and run to a well-off", she thinks this couplet is quite suitable for herself, she is not now on the road to become rich and well-off, but I am afraid that others do not understand what is called "Ben Xiaokang", and then she will have to work hard to explain.

Murong Chu smiled and his shoulders shrugged, but Mo Li was so angry that his cheeks bulged, and he clenched his fists and went straight to his back shoulder. Murong Chu suddenly turned around as if he had eyes behind his back, and wrapped a big palm around his small fist: "Haha, I still want to sneak attack!" ”

Mo Li had never seen Murong Chu laugh so heartily, that smile was as bright as the sun on a summer afternoon, dazzling but without a little impurity. This reminded Mo Li of the sunny boy on the court in the previous life, running and jumping wantonly, spreading infinite youth and infecting everyone around him. It turns out that he can laugh too, and his smile is so dazzling that people can't take their eyes off it.

Murong Chu's smile gradually froze, but the corners of his lips still maintained a slight upward arc, and the small hands in his palms were soft and glutinous, like a ball of soft cotton. The little face in front of him was gloomy, the cherry red mouth was pouting, and a pair of glass eyes as clear as the starry sky stared at him. Slowly, the anger gradually dissipated, replaced by surprise and inquiry...... There was also something he couldn't understand, which made him involuntarily close his palms.

Mo Li felt that his fist was clenched tighter and tighter, and then he realized from his stunned moment, and his arm pulled back hard. Murong Chu's heart froze, and he quickly let go of his hand and quickly returned to his former coldness. Mo Li shook his hand, with a painful expression on his face: "General, don't you want to work so hard, your hand is about to break!" ”

"Remember not to sneak up on me from behind next time, so as not to accidentally get hurt." Murong Chu's tone was light, but the hand behind his back rubbed gently, as if he was reminiscing about the soft and glutinous feeling in his palm.

Mo Li rubbed his hands and said in a lamented voice: "General, my hand is crippled, and I can't write!" ”

Murong Chu looked at her exaggerated expression and pursed his lips: "Then what do you want?" Knowing that she didn't exert any force at all just now, her hand couldn't be injured, but she still unconsciously softened her tone.

"Can you write it?" Mo Li smiled all over his face.

"Are you talking about the Spring Festival couplets right?"

"That's right, isn't it a ** couplet that was posted on the door during the Spring Festival?"

"It's the custom of your hometown again, during the Spring Festival of the Great Zhou Kingdom, only the word blessing is pasted on the door, and the peach charm is hung at the door."

"That's it," Mo Li's expression was faint, "then forget it." ”

Murong Chu saw her disappointed look, and was a little unbearable: "Then write a picture to Lao Qiao and ask him to stick it on the kitchen door." ”

"Okay, it's simpler, otherwise Uncle Qiao and they won't understand."

Murong Chu walked directly to the bookcase, dipped his pen in ink, and waved it on the red paper.

Mo Li stepped forward and whispered: "The auspicious clouds dance in the New Year, and the snow flies during the festival." ”

"Isn't that good?"

"Well, that's good. It's a pity that there hasn't been snow here this year. ”

"It's just that there is little snow, and there was one before the Spring Festival the year before last. Do you like snow a lot? ”

"That's not it, it's just that the snow is more atmospheric, especially during the Chinese New Year."

"There are several snowfalls in the capital every year, so maybe you'll like it more." Murong Chu looked at Mo Li and said.

Mo Li turned around and put the Spring Festival couplets on the bookcase: "Don't you go home to reunite with your family during the Spring Festival?" ”

Murong Chu's figure was suffocated, and he said in a light tone: "I can't leave the barracks, and the Hu people haven't stopped much recently." ”

"Will there be a war?"

"Maybe, but not for now."

"If you don't come home for so long, your parents, wife and children will definitely miss you very much."

"I'm not married yet."

Mo Li looked at Murong Chu in surprise: "I really didn't expect that a man like the general, who is a jade tree in the wind and suave, is still unmarried." You have to be twenty-two or three, right? ”

"Twenty-five after the end of the year."

"Oh my God, it's twenty-five! Then you're pretty young. As far as she knows, marriage is early in this era, and women begin to discuss marriage before they have time, and they get married at the age of fifteen or sixteen. Most men marry wives at the age of eighteen or nineteen, and few have not married after twenty. In this era, a man of his age, children should be able to play soy sauce.

The corners of Murong Chu's mouth pursed a subtle smile: "I have been in the army all the year round, how can I have time to think about this." ”

Mo Li smiled: "An excellent man like the general, even if he is older, there will definitely be many girls who like him." ”

"Do you think I'm old?" There was a hint of danger in Murong Chu's voice.

"Neither old nor old." Mo Li smiled flatteringly. In her previous era, there were more men at the age of twenty-five, and women at the age of thirty who were not married. Isn't he twenty-three years old and hasn't had a boyfriend yet?

"What about you? You...... Married or married? Murong Chu asked.

"Me? I'm still young, and I'll only be seventeen next year. Mo Li waved his hand, "General, in fact, you should really talk to the above and transfer back to the capital." ”

"Why?" Murong Chu was puzzled.

"So that your family can arrange a blind date for you." Mo Li said seriously.

"What about you? Are you going to the capital? Murong Chu asked equally seriously.

"Why am I going to the capital, I still have business here, of course I have to stay in ......"

Without waiting for Mo Li to finish speaking, Murong Chu's face turned dark, and he pointed to the bookcase: "Clean up this place for General Ben!" With that, he brushed his sleeves and left.

"Inexplicable......" Mo Li muttered as she looked at the curtain that was shaken by Murong Chu. It's obviously good just now, no matter how you say that you lose your temper, you lose your temper, this man is really moody, and he turns his face faster than turning a book.