Mother Yang nodded with satisfaction, and went downstairs again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info She also cooked vegetables in the pot, and if she didn't hurry down, it would be mushy! Today is the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, she specially cooked for this and made three dishes, Yang Yan couldn't stop it!

Mother Yang has her own reasons!

"When you were a child, you liked to eat my dishes the most! Although Master Fan doesn't go home during the Chinese New Year, can what he makes and his mother cook the same taste?"

Yang Yan slandered, of course it's not a taste! How can you make it as delicious as the housekeeper robot! I didn't dare to say this, so I had to spin in my stomach.

Mother Yang went downstairs, and only Father Yang and Yang Yan were left upstairs. Father Yang's eyes were cold, looking at Yang Yan, the expression on his face was like a volcano about to erupt.

Yang Yan touched his nose in embarrassment and ran away.

Father Yang sneered, and slowly followed downstairs. It's just that he looked at Yang Yan's gaze, still cold. There was a resentment in him, which Yang Yan, who was walking in front, could feel it.

Don't think I won't know you're doing something if I don't speak!

It's still early, and it's gray and just dawn.

The chimneys of every household in Daqingshan Village began to smoke curling, and they had already gotten up early to prepare for the New Year's dinner. According to the custom of Daqingshan, everyone prepares the dishes on this day, and in the evening, when the New Year is kept, they can be eaten after a hot time.

Breakfast doesn't have to be dumplings, it's okay to make some rice pasta, and dinner is dumplings. A few coins are randomly wrapped in the dumplings. The person who eats the coin means that he will have good luck in the next year.

The second master got up on time at seven o'clock and began to pick up in front of the mirror. The hair is meticulously combed, and any hair that is messy must be combed straight.

Looking at the old man in the mirror, although his hair is thinning, although his face is wrinkled, although his waist has been bent, although his eyes have been clouded......

Why can't I use the way I was when I was young! The second master is sad and angry, this is a big day of the year! Even the old man Lin is living in a young appearance, and for Mao Laozi, he has to spend the New Year with this old and decrepit appearance?

Today he is a busy man! Yang Yan had already adjusted the formation in the Qingshan Courtyard and opened the door again. Anyone is welcome to come and pay New Year's greetings.

The identity of the second master is there! He is the most respected old man in the village. As soon as the Chinese New Year arrives, many people in the village will come to pay New Year's greetings and ask for words.

With a sigh, the second master took out a set of pen inkstones from a small cabinet. I took out a small wooden box very rarely, the whole body was purple red, the texture was slender and changeable, although it was not big, but it exuded a fragrance.

It turned out to be made of rosewood!

The second master carefully kicked the wooden box in his pocket, feeling that it was still not very safe, and covered his pocket with one hand. Then he picked up the brush and the inkstone. Only then did he slowly go downstairs.

Yang Yan spread the cut red paper on the table, and it was ready for the second master, so he waited for the second master to come down and write. Old man Lin joined in the fun, constantly bragging about his calligraphy.

Lin Tiannan was embarrassed to sit down, and he was pasting the word Fu with Father Yang. Originally, it was enough to run to someone else's house for the New Year, and if he sat there and waited for dinner, Lin Tiannan estimated that he had the heart to jump into the sea.

Old man Lin was too thick-skinned and didn't care at all. Otherwise, it would be impossible to take the whole family to Qingshan Villa for the New Year. He didn't think of himself as an outsider at all.

Lin Qingying and Ahri were helping Yang's mother in the kitchen, while Yang's father and Lin Tiannan were busy and ignored him. I was bored and had to pester Yang Yan and write couplets to Yang Yan.

"I said Yang boy! Don't believe it! My calligraphy has reached a certain level! In calligraphy, my attainments are not shallow! People in the rivers and lakes call Lin Xizhi me!"

Yang Yan was helpless, pushed Old Man Lin aside, and said, "Excuse me, don't disturb my work!

Old man Lin was unrelenting, he felt that he was underestimated. I have to prove myself! So like a fart, he kept following behind Yang Yan.

"Yang boy, I was also a famous talent in the ranks of the Red Army back then! I was also a famous figure! Not to mention that I was talented and rich in five cars, I also had to be a person who became a poet in seven steps! If you don't let me write you a couplet today, it will definitely be a loss for your whole life!"

Yang Yan: "......"

You're so knowledgeable! It's hard for you to use so many idioms in a paragraph! But how do I remember someone who doesn't know a few characters?

At this moment, the second master went downstairs.

Yang Yan hurriedly shook off Old Man Lin and greeted him. smiled and said, "Ouch! Second grandfather, you have finally gotten up, waiting for you for a long time! I have prepared all the paper for you!"

The second master smiled, quite a bit of fairy wind bones.

Old man Lin was not convinced, hugged his arms, and stood to the side without speaking. I'm going to watch the excitement, if the second master doesn't write well, don't blame me for being ruthless!

The second master strode to the edge of the desk, where the cut red paper was already placed. First, he carefully took out the rosewood box and carefully placed it on the table. Only then did he put the pen and inkstone on the table.

Old man Lin looked at the rosewood box, a little surprised. He naturally recognized this wood, and it was precisely because he knew it that he was even more curious. What can be contained in a rosewood box is naturally much more valuable than rosewood.

Yang Yan was stunned, and then said: "Second grandfather, why did you take it out? Isn't this piece of ink your precious thing? I was never willing to use it before!"

The second master said: "No matter how good the ink is, it can be used, and this year you are so promising, you have made money and have a girlfriend, so you naturally want to celebrate with good ink." ”

Old Man Lin couldn't help but ask, "What kind of ink is this?"

Yang Yan replied: "This is a piece of ancient ink, which has a history of more than a hundred years. It was given to the second grandfather by a comrade-in-arms of the second grandfather. ”

The second master continued: "This is a piece of Li's ink, that is, Hui ink, which is a piece of ink from the master's hand. My comrade-in-arms came from a scholarly family, but unfortunately he didn't come back alive. It was given to me before he died. ”

Several people were not talking, Yang Yan carefully picked up Li Shimo's familiar grinding, because he had done this work before, so he was very familiar with it.

When the ink melted, a fragrance of plants and trees emanated, and Old Man Lin took a deep breath, only feeling refreshed. exclaimed: "It deserves to be a master-level Huimo!"

The second master picked up the wolf's brush, first moistened the pen, and then stained the ink.

Inhale, exhale, and write!

The action is done in one go, without a single pause. There was a pause in between, some ink was dipped in, and then it continued to spread. By the time the second master stopped writing, a couplet had already jumped on the paper.

The gesture of the pen is magnificent, revealing the paper! As soon as people see this pair of words, it is as if they have seen thousands of miles of rivers and mountains! Iron painting silver hook, pen walking dragon snake.

Shanglian: The family is prosperous, the people are prosperous, and the cause is prosperous.

Downlink: Fuwang is prosperous and lucky.

Old man Lin couldn't help but burst out laughing, and said, "Your couplet is too vulgar!"

The second master shook his head and said, "You don't know this! Vulgarity is elegance! Go!

Yang Yan immediately picked up the couplet and ran out.

After Yang Yan left, the second master carefully put away the piece of Li Shimo and put it in the rosewood box. Then I wrote the couplets with the rest of the ink.

Old man Lin was puzzled and asked, "Why are you writing so many couplets?"

The second master smiled, and his tone was a little helpless: "Alas! It's not because I can write a few strokes! As soon as the Chinese New Year arrives, many people come to ask for couplets!"

Old man Lin was silent.

Invisible pretending is the most deadly.

(To be continued.) )