Xu is this year, everyone is on the mountain, and this kind of thing suddenly has to be grand, Li Zilan, Jin Lei and Feng Ruiqi Yuan all came up to help, and even Phoenix Bird and Phoenix City, who don't show up easily on weekdays, also came over.

There are four or five square tables at the door of the Mu Mansion that has just snowed, and there are all kinds of pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Each table was pressed with paperweight and red paper, and the whole door was full of New Year's festivities.

Old Man Xiao and Xiao Jinglin heard that they were going to write couplets, and there was not such a strong and lively atmosphere abroad, so they also came out of the house and got together to feel the flavor of the military New Year.

Standing at the door, Yun Xi looked at the lively and thick atmosphere outside, and Feng Ruiqi Yuan cooperated with the housekeeper to hang up the red lantern at the main gate, swinging up and down on the left, right, right, up and down.

Seeing Mu Feichi come out, she pulled the man next to her who was rolling up his sleeves and was about to write a couplet, "Young Marshal, it's the first time I've felt the flavor of the militaristic New Year!" ”

Tradition and liveliness, the festivity is full of warm human touch, which she has never experienced in the past so many years.

"Why, haven't you written a couplet before?" Mu Feichi turned his head to look at her, lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand to pull the cuffs layer by layer.

"In the past, in the countryside, the couplets were written by someone, and when I watched my uncle post the couplets on the twenty-ninth year, I would begin to look forward to whether there were new clothes to wear in the Chinese New Year's Eve. Chen Lixue is harsh on me on weekdays, but every year during the Chinese New Year, my uncle will secretly buy me new clothes. Although she would inevitably scold me when she saw it, and even planned to snatch my new clothes for Liang Danyi, this day was the happiest day of the year. ”

Mu Feichi's hand holding his sleeve paused, a touch of distress flashed under his lowered eyes, he quickly rolled up his sleeves, he raised his head to remove the depth of his eyes, and reached out to rub her head.

"Every year in the future, I will try to come back and write couplets with you."

A very small thing, a very ordinary and ordinary thing, but for a person with a special identity like them, it is especially rare.

"Good ......" nodded, she turned her head with a sour nose, and was about to go out of the gate with him, when she turned around, she saw Xiao Jinglin and Old Man Xiao standing behind her, and was stunned.

"Grandpa, Mr. Xiao ......" I don't know how long they stood behind and how much they heard.

Facing Xiao Jinglin, she didn't dare to mention what happened when she was a child, for fear that he would blame herself for not having a good time, and even more afraid that he would be sad.

A sentence of Mr. Xiao made Xiao Jinglin feel sour.

"It's not too early, go out and write couplets, there is still a shortage of couplets in the new home this year, girl, you can write it."

Xiao Jinglin took the lead in breaking the deadlock, nodded to Yunxi and Mu Feichi, and helped the old man to walk out.

The old man beckoned to Yun Xi, how could he not feel distressed when he heard the unintentional words just now?

"Okay, right away!" couldn't bear to refuse, Yun Xi pulled Mu Feichi and walked out.

Standing next to the desk, Yun Xi took the couplet album on the table, flipped through several sentences casually, and finally chose a sentence that was not difficult to write.

"Choose two more, the main one and the inner one." Mu Feichi took the brush on the table and gave her a command.

Yun Xi chose a seven-character couplet and a four-character couplet according to the length of the couplet frame on the door, spread it out in front of Mu Feichi, patted the notebook and smiled at him with a sly face: "Come, look at the writing, don't write it wrong, so many people are watching!" ”

Mu Feichi glanced at the words on the couplet, the little girl really knew how to embarrass him, and she chose sentences with many strokes and easy to write mistakes!

Tilting his head slightly and raising his eyebrows, Mu Feichi half-smiled at her slightly smug eyes, and hooked his lips lightly: "I will write it for you next year, don't cry to me when the time comes!" ”

Not afraid of provocation, Yun Xi returned an incomparably bright smile at him, "As long as you don't cry at the words I write!" ”

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