"Grandpa, today is the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, so don't say anything more." Mu Zhilan took his old man's hand and helped him aside to rest.

"Okay, okay, don't say it, Shuangshuang, there are still a few paintings that haven't been written, you are responsible for writing it, or your handwriting is good-looking, by the way, when will your grandfather and grandfather come over?"

This year is the first year of marriage between Wushuang and Mu Jinchen, the Xia family and the Jing family are thin, Wushuang married to the Mu family, Xia Ziwei went abroad again, there are some old people left in the family, and the three families are about to be more lively during the New Year.

Wushuang sat straight on the edge of the sandalwood table and wrote Spring Festival couplets, and did not stop his movements when answering Mu Baichuan's question, "Mu Jinchen will pick them up in person, and it is estimated that they will be there soon." ”

"Lan'er, you go to the kitchen to see how the preparation is, by the way, make a call and ask Zhiyuan to come back earlier, this year is really true, Chinese New Year's Eve units are not closed." Mu Baichuan ordered in an orderly manner, it is rare for a family to reunite, and the old man values this the most.

"Grandpa, don't worry, it's all arranged, Zhiyuan will come back later."

Mu Baichuan nodded, stroked his beard, and looked around, "By the way, what about Zhenhua and Yuhao's kid?" ”

"Grandpa, my father went to worship my mother, and Hao'er stayed on the last shift in the company, and I reported to you, have you forgotten?"

Mu Baichuan slapped his forehead and nodded, "Look at my memory, there is such a thing." ”

From an angle that Mu Baichuan couldn't see, Mu Zhilan's eyes flashed with worry, Grandpa's memory was indeed getting worse and worse, and she was worried......

Immediately shook his head again, Zhao Zhiliang has been taking care of him by his side, and his body has been well conditioned, so there will be no problem.

"Grandpa, I'll come back Luo, hey, sister-in-law, why are you writing Spring Festival couplets? I'll come, I'll come, this kind of heavy work should be done by us gentlemen, you can go aside and rest. ”

Mu Yuhao, who was cold and dusty, walked in the door, and was about to take over the work without hands, holding his sleeve.

Before Wushuang could speak, Mu Baichuan's cane knocked on his body, "While staying away, you don't feel ashamed to post your big words like a dog, I'm ashamed." ”

Mu Yuhao looked aggrieved and touched the place that was knocked by Mu Baichuan, and muttered, "Grandpa, you also taught me my handwriting, it's very good-looking, okay?" It's your aesthetic that is not on the same line as mine. ”

Mu Baichuan looked at his little grandson with red lips and white teeth, and wanted to laugh every time, it should be a female doll, "Don't go around saying that I taught the person who lost me, Chen'er will learn it, no matter how you write, it will be like a dog, and you are embarrassed to say it." ”

"Grandpa Tai also said that you are not partial, my brother is good at everything, and I am not good at anything."

"Okay Hao'er, go up and change your clothes, and come down to eat later." Mu Zhilan couldn't help but shake her head, this child just doesn't grow up, he is in his twenties, and his temperament is still similar to when he was a child.

Mu Yuhao also teased his grandfather, but now he went upstairs obediently and didn't make any more trouble.

"Yo, are you writing Spring Festival couplets? Come on, come on, grandpa also came to write two. ”

Before anyone heard it, the voice of Jingbei Hall came in first.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, Dad, Mom, are you all here?" Wushuang saw his closest relatives walk in from outside the door, put down the wolf in his hand, and greeted him with a smile.

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