Chapter 212: The Almighty Third Uncle
"Yes, it's mine, these things were sent by Brother Yin Yue?"
Qian Qiao took the red paper and lantern and looked at it carefully, and found that the quality was good, so she nodded with satisfaction.
"Brother Yin Yue?"
Nangong Wenqing frowned, how could he not know when Qianqiao had an extra brother?
"Oh, he's older than me, and he's Xiaobei's brother, so I'll call along... By the way, can you write calligraphy?"
Qian Qiao explained as she put the red paper and lantern on the table, and after pulling out a piece of red paper and laying it out, she suddenly remembered it, so she looked up and asked.
"A little dabbling. ”
Nangong Wenqing nodded when he heard this, he did write it when he was idle, but he didn't write much, and he came into contact with this because of the eldest brother, saying that it was a gift brought back from the mortal world...
"Great~Can you write a blessing character for me to see?Just write it on the red paper~"
Qianqiao guessed that this person should be able to write calligraphy, but now when she asks that this is the case, she can't help but sigh, the third uncle is really omnipotent~
Nangong Wenqing deliberately went to the library to read books about Chinese New Year's Eve during this time, and he was still clear about why he wanted to write Fu characters, so after hearing her request, he took out a brush and ink from the storage ring without saying much.
Nangong Wenyan was afraid that his younger brother would be troublesome about grinding, so he specially prepared the bottled ink for him, and he could use it directly when he poured it out~
I saw Nangong Wenqing holding a pen in his right hand and writing a blessing word on the red paper at will, the pen was strong and powerful, and he was indifferent and free and easy.
"Third uncle, you are better than the master in this little dabbling..."
Qian Qiao picked up the blessing word that the third uncle had just written and exclaimed.
"But what else do I need to do?"
Nangong Wenqing didn't feel like his own words, but paid more attention to the things on Qianqiao's side.
"I still need to write more blessing words here, as well as Spring Festival couplets... As for the rest of the red paper, I want to cut out some window grilles and stick them on the windows tomorrow, by the way, Brother Yin Yue should give you more than one lantern, right?"
Seeing the third uncle nodding, Qian Qiao continued.
"Then trouble the third uncle to write the word blessing on the red lantern, each of them must be written, and the size should be the same~"
"Good. ”
After the work was assigned, the two of them began to get busy, and the only sound of paper rubbing in the silent room remained...
It's just that Nangong Wenqing's side is almost finished, but Qianqiao's side hasn't done it for a long time.
"What's wrong?"
After Nangong Wenqing finished writing a blessing word again, he put down the brush and asked.
"I want to cut the window grille, but I've only seen it in books, I haven't really tried it, you see, I just cut it, but a lot of places are broken, and it doesn't look good, in fact, I want to cut the carp..."
Qian Qiao picked up the very strange-looking carp and said dejectedly.
"You can use spiritual power to conjure up the shape you want, I'll try it. ”
Nangong Wenqing glanced at Qianqiao's work, but he didn't see what it was, so he thought of a compromise.
"Good idea! Look, this is a fish every year, this is a rich flower, this year is the Year of the Dog, you can also cut a rolling puppy, meaning that the wealth is rolling, and..."
Qian Qiao used her golden spiritual power to conjure up exquisite window flower patterns as she spoke, listening to her vivid and interesting explanation, the corners of Nangong Wenqing's lips hooked slightly, and there was a streamer in her eyes when she looked at the girl...
"Third uncle, you're too powerful!"
Looking at the window flowers that the third uncle cut out with his spiritual power, Qian Qiao knew that it could still be like this, but even with spiritual power, she couldn't make such a delicate pattern as the third uncle...