"Daddy, we bought a lot of ...... this time"

The girl in the red jacket and skirt ran in happily with a stack of books, and met Qin Si's eyes, her voice stopped, and she looked at him in surprise and curiosity.

Qin Si immediately lowered his eyelashes and took two steps back when he saw the comer.

Dong Fuzi's daughter, Dong Xiu.

Although Master Dong is a strict person, he is much more lenient with his daughter, but he still looks old-fashioned on the surface, "What kind of body is bouncing around, there is no rules." ”

Dong Xiu is not very old, this is the time to be delicate, and she is not afraid of her father, a paper tiger, "Yes, it's not because I bought a book that my father likes that I am so happy, but my father taught me a lesson." ”

The young man who followed up behind also smiled and helped, "Sir, it's wrong to blame the junior sister, if it weren't for the junior sister this time, I wouldn't have been able to buy these......"

Qin Si stood aside, listening to the chatter of the two of them, without the slightest idea of wanting to get involved, just waiting for Master Dong to finish writing the Spring Festival couplets for a while before he could go home.

People are here, and their thoughts have flown home, entangled with Tang Juan.

Dong Xiu couldn't help but look at Qin Si quietly as he spoke, and finally couldn't help asking, "Daddy, who is this?" ”

"One of my students, Qin Si," Master Dong couldn't put it down as he flipped through the book, "Qin Si, this is my daughter, and my disciple Gao Yuan." ”

The word disciple seems to be a bit of a saying, and it should be closer than a student, but Qin Si didn't want to inquire more about other people's affairs, so he just bowed in a proper manner, and then reminded Master Dong of the purpose of his visit.

"Sir, I have something at home today, so I'll come back tomorrow."

Dong Fuzi came back to his senses and waved his hand, "It's okay, in that case, I'll write you a couplet first." ”

The two went to the table, Dong Xiu followed, took the initiative to study the ink, watched Dong Fuzi spread out the red bronzing paper, the pen was full of ink, and then wrote a couplet.

Gao Yuan praised while carefully taking the couplet to the side to dry the ink, and Master Dong called Qin Silai again, "You write it and I'll take a look." ”

The young man did not shirk either, walked to the table, first observed attentively, and then pursed his lips and put down the pen, and the pen walked in one go.

"Sir." Qin Si put down his pen and stepped aside.

Dong Fuzi stroked his beard and looked at it carefully, "Well, it's good, there is progress, and it can be regarded as a level that can be posted." ”

"Mr. Xie compliments." Qin Si smiled, his expression was a little relaxed, "I'm afraid that I won't be able to handle my own words, and the Spring Festival couplets at my door will also be written by Mr." ”

"Thank you, Mr. for the word, it's not early, the student will leave first."

The young man packed up his things, saluted the three again, and stepped into the cold wind.

As soon as Qin Si left, Dong Xiu couldn't help but ask, "Daddy, why haven't I seen him before?" ”

"There was something at home before," Master Dong glanced at his daughter, how could he understand, and added, "He is already married." ”

The girl had a disappointed look on her face, "Ah, but he doesn't look very old." ”

"You are not old in charge of the family, in short, you are married, and you have a very close relationship with his wife." Dong Fuzi said.

Dong Xiu sighed, but he didn't take it to heart, but talked about the New Year excitedly.

Qin Si drove the donkey cart home, bought some fireworks in the city and went back, and in modern times it is rare to be able to set off fireworks with his own hands.

When I was a child, I was fearless in my hometown, but when I grew up, fireworks were banned in various cities, and the New Year had long lost its flavor.

Therefore, not only Tang Juan is looking forward to this New Year, but he is also looking forward to it in his heart.

Qin Si hummed a song and returned home, and saw the warm yellow light in the house from a distance, and when he got closer, it was a tall figure standing in front of the door.

Tang Juan stood at the door, looking at the returning Xianggong, showing a happy and relieved smile, "I'm finally back." ”

Qin Si's heart twitched, and he jumped down without waiting for the cart to be stable, and threw himself into Tang Juan's arms, "Why don't you wait for me in the house." ”

"It's getting dark, and I'm a little worried." Tang Juan supported him, his fingers covered Qin Si's cold hand first, and he didn't care about the donkey and things, and hurriedly led him back to the house, "You are warm and warm, don't be in a hurry to take off your clothes." ”

Outside, Qin Guangwei consciously went to pull the donkey to unload the car, "Uncle, why did you buy so many artillery battles, this can be put into next year." ”

"I like to put this on and call the whole village to play when the time comes." Qin Si poked his head out of the hall and smiled.

Tang Juan fetched hot water to wash his hands, Qin Si took off his hat, tilted his face and asked Tang Juan to give him a face, "Wanwan's hands are hot, touch them." ”

The woman was disgusted, "I don't come back sooner knowing that it's cold outside." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and covered the young man's cheek, touched his ear, and after seeing that his ears were not cold, he came back to cover his face.

When Qin Si felt comfortable, he pulled Tang Juan to find the old doctor again.

"I thought that my handwriting was really hard to put into my hands, so I went to my master and wrote you a copy, and asked me to look at it." Qin Si unfolded the Spring Festival couplets.

The old doctor exclaimed, "How did this make it?" ”

"In previous years, the master would also help the neighbors write Spring Festival couplets, you can rest assured that you can take them." Qin Si put the paper down.

The old master thanked him with a smile, took a bag of candy and snacks for the two of them, and sent them out.

Tang Juan and Qin Si walked side by side, "Then are our Spring Festival couplets also written by Mr.?" ”

"No," the young man muttered, took out a candy and peeled off the candy wrapper on the outside and fed it to Tang Juan's mouth, and then ate one himself, "I'll write it myself." ”

Tang Juan laughed, "I think the same, I like Xianggong's words, whether they are good or bad." ”

It began to snow again a year ago, making it quieter at night, Qin Si gave himself a holiday, and he didn't read or practice calligraphy with peace of mind, and followed Tang Juan all day long, watching her croquettes, steamed buns, steamed buns, fried banana leaves, and fried sugar cakes, so that the house was always filled with the smell of fireworks.

Qin Guangwei and Donald pondered the carpenter's skills in their spare time, and made a very ugly but extremely sturdy new door for the chicken pen at home, and when he was twenty-eight years old, Qin Si also wrote a banner and pasted it in a matter-of-fact manner.

"What's this about?" Qin Guangwei squatted in front of the low door and asked.

"Eat and drink well, go all the way." Qin Si stirred the paste happily, "These are all used to make lo-mei in the future, but you can't eat and drink well, and grow meat well." ”

Qin Guangwei didn't know what to say for a while, Qin Si posted it, gave him the paste bucket, and went to find Tang Juan again.

Qin Guangwei found out that his uncle was actually lazy, but he was too lazy not to annoy people, unlike the second uncle in the family.

Thinking of the Qin family, Qin Guangwei felt a little gloomy in his heart, and shook his head again and threw these aside.

He can probably guess the thoughts of the family, the New Year, one less person has one less mouth to eat, even if he has always eaten less with this mouth, but he has eaten.

"Guangwei, why are you standing stupidly and entering the house." Donald came over from the backyard and patted him.

Qin Guangwei came back to his senses and laughed, "Hey." ”

Thinking about what to do so much, sooner or later he will have to break up.