In the days to come, Chen Hao's family really lived a life that could be said to be indisputable, and the two daughters-in-law sent the photos they took to their relatives and friends every day, which always caused a burst of envy and exclamation from friends in China. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But Chen Hao and they are just so much fun, they can't do other things, they are just here to experience life, before they know it, the time is really approaching the end of the year, Chen Hao and Biyun are not as excited as Xie Lan, they are both people who are used to outside, unlike Xie Lan who has to go back for the New Year every year no matter what, this is something she can't run away, and she really hasn't spent a year outside when she grows so big, so she is very excited.

"Don't make noise, stinky boy, your dad writes. At this time, Chen Hao was sitting in the courtyard, with a big table in the middle, and even Chen Hao had pulled wires to hang electric lights everywhere in the past two days, and the red lanterns with the red cloth bought by Biyun were shrouded outside, and the whole family was beaming.

Xie Lan stood next to Chen Hao, Chen Hao was writing couplets at this time, it was the afternoon of the twenty-ninth day of the Chinese calendar, according to Chen Hao's habit to paste the couplets this afternoon, it was officially entered the Spring Festival, this night you have to eat cutting board meat, generally made of bacon, the boss of a piece of bacon is stewed in the pot, it is full of red dates, chili peppers, anyway, there is everything, the bacon that comes out is not greasy at all, and it is even very sweet, and a large piece of it is refreshing to eat.

"Tsk, you don't write good words, you still write couplets like this?" Xie Lan stood beside Chen Hao and said with a smile.

"Uh, you can come, if you can't, pull it, you, even if you can't hold the brush steadily, you still come to me. Chen Hao turned his head and glanced at Xie Lan and said.

"We have a division of labor, Sister Biyun and I are responsible for cutting the window flowers, you are responsible for this, if you can't write well, of course I have to talk about you, you see how beautiful our window flowers are. Xie Lan took the cut window grille from the table and spread it out, and smiled at Chen Hao.

"That's not what Biyun and my mother learned, can you cut it with your clumsy hands?" Chen Hao said with a disdainful expression.

"Look, this, this is what I cut, and I'm not lazy. Xie Lan picked up a new word of blessing and spread it in front of Chen Hao's eyes and said.

"This is probably your result in the past few days, and this one is probably yours, after studying for several days, you cut it like this. Chen Hao ignored Xie Lan, thinking about how to write this couplet.

"Okay, Xie Lan, don't be sarcastic, you see that he hasn't dared to write for a long time, there are a lot of ghost talismans drawn by him in that notebook, let's stick the window flowers, let him ponder there alone." Biyun walked out of the inner room and said.

"Uh, Biyun, have you cooked that meat, there is no bacon, in fact, I boiled the fresh pork is the same, in fact, it is delicious, you must taste it when the time comes." Chen Hao looked up at Biyun and asked.

"It's cooked, it's all cooked according to what you said, it's not delicious when the time comes, you're going to be hungry for the New Year, I'm not done with you." Biyun glanced at Chen Hao and said.

"Guarantee delicious, what do you know, go and paste the window flowers, my son follows me, we are doing this by men, the division of labor must be clear, son, do you say?" Chen Hao looked at Xiao Long'er sitting beside him and said.

"Dad, I'm going to write it too. Xiaolong'er, who just happened to be able to see the tabletop, said to Chen Hao.

"You write, you write a fart to Lao Tzu and watch how your father writes, and I'll leave this matter to you in the future." Chen Hao touched the stinky boy's head and said.

"No, I'm going to write it. This kid said that he actually went to touch the brush on the side, Chen Hao was too lazy to care about him, how to write this pen, don't look at this Spring Festival couplet, it looks simple, I don't know how to write it, for fear that it will be broken if I write it down.

Chen Hao was about to put down the pen, when there was a sudden clang, which pulled Chen Hao's thoughts back, Chen Hao looked down, grandma is obedient, this stinky boy knocked over the ink.

"Oh, I said, little guy, what do you want to do? Drink ink?" Chen Hao pointed to the little guy whose face was covered in ink and smiled, but he was not worried at all.

The little guy touched his face, and his heart was also very big, he was okay at all, he didn't cry or make trouble, he looked at the ink on his hand and was very calm, and even gave Chen Hao a Li Biyun-style white eye, took a brush and stood up from the stool, wrote and painted in the notebook, and the wind was light.

"Damn, boy, you dare to roll your eyes at your Lao Tzu, are you itchy skin?" Chen Hao asked as he put the brush down and looked at him.

"You hit me, hit me, I call me Mom, catalpa your ears, you hit it. Then he looked at Chen Hao with his little buttocks and said.

"When did you see your mother in my ear, do you think I really dare not hit you?" Chen Hao glared at the little guy and shouted.

"You don't hold the brush like this, I'll teach you. Chen Hao really couldn't help this little guy when he looked at him, and he really didn't dare to fight, if he hit a big deal, Chen Hao couldn't stand it as soon as Biyun started.

After teaching for a while, because the hand was too small, but he basically mastered it, as long as he could remember it, Chen Hao didn't ask too much, and he continued his couplet to see that he was having fun.

"The green bamboo is not its three points, and the red plum is reporting the spring of ten thousand families. Spring returns to the earth. This is good, that's it, Chen Hao took his mobile phone to check the Spring Festival couplets, saw this and felt very good, ready to write, this couplet posted on the door must be atmospheric.

No matter how high Chen Hao's cultivation is, this writing really has to be done step by step, and if he is not satisfied with it a few times, he has lost it to Chen Hao, and he can be regarded as finding a little feeling, and the last time he did it in one go, it is really so interesting.

"Done one, what a fucking bother. Chen Hao looked up to the sky and sighed, his hands were trembling, it can be said how difficult it is to write a brush, it is really not a thing that ordinary people can control, don't look at things small, do not practice often, and even feel that it weighs more than a thousand catties.

"How~!Our Chen Dacai is very emotional? How is the writing? You see that it is pasted at home, and this time I feel that the flavor of the New Year is strong. Biyun and Xie Lan walked over and asked.

"Two ladies, come and see, how is the writing?" Chen Hao asked as he watched the two of them hurriedly offer treasures as if he had to send the couplet he had just written to them.

"It's kind of like that this time, good keep going, and there are two more pairs. Biyun and Xie Lan really thought it was good after looking at it, so they looked at Chen Hao and exaggerated.

"Thank you so much for the compliment, haha. Chen Hao pretended to look at Biyun and Xie Lan and said proudly.

"Hey, what's wrong with my son? I'm also writing couplets, Xiaolong, what are you doing? What's the matter with your face?" asked Biyun with a dark face.

"This was done by Dad, he made Xiaolong'er's face all over and dirty. The little guy suddenly pointed at Chen Hao with a brush and said.

"Hey, what did you say?" Chen Hao suddenly looked at him as if he had been robbed by thunder, and his eyes widened as he asked.