That night, Zhou Guangyi took some green powder and sprinkled some on the wall when the family was not paying attention.
The family is very busy.
Tomorrow is Zhigao's wedding. Today, everyone has to clean up and put up happy words. They also have to go to the guest house to check the wedding venue, and they have to go to Zhou Zhigao and Su Mang's new home to help install the wedding posters and put up happy words. , put peanuts, red dates, lotus seeds and other things on the bed in advance, and the family was divided into three groups, which was very busy.
Zhou Guangyi is good at writing calligraphy. In previous years, the couplets and happy words posted at home were all written by Zhou Guangyi himself on red couplet paper.
When writing couplets, seeing Zhou Guangyi splashing ink on the red couplet paper with a brush, while Yao Jingping and Chen Chunhua watched with their children in their arms, I couldn't stop being amazed.
This calligraphy hand is even more professional than a professional! The pen moves around the wandering dragon, swipes at Fang Qiu, that's called a powerful way!
The little boss, who was being held in Chen Chunhua's arms, had a thoughtful look on his face, as if he suddenly thought of something, and insisted on running down without letting Chen Chunhua hold her.
They were worried that when Zhou Guangyi was writing the couplets, the three children would act up, knocking over the inkstone or soiling the couplet paper, so Yao Jingjing, Chen Chunhua and the old man each held a child, thinking that after they finished writing the couplets, they would put them in a higher place. There was a place to dry, and then a few children were put down.
It's okay for Dabao and Sanbao. The two children can't walk. They can walk around a few times holding on to the table at most. They can't handle Xiao Erbao, who is a little capable person. He is so happy to run with two thick and short legs. Plus, He is so tall, who can tell that this child is only seven months old?
Dabao has always been steady, but his willful behavior today is a bit abnormal.
Chen Chunhua didn't want to let the child cry, so she put the child down.
"Uh-huh……"
Holding the edge of the dining table, he raised his little head and looked at his grandfather who was writing with a brush. Dabao stretched out his hand and grabbed his grandfather's pants with one hand, and kept humming in his mouth.
"Hey, Dabao is so good. Grandpa is writing calligraphy... Tomorrow your second uncle is getting married. We are going to post the couplets written by grandpa on the door. When Dabao grows up, he will learn skills from grandpa and practice calligraphy. Is the handwriting good?"
Zhou Guangyi turned around and looked down at Dabao with a look of doting on his head.
"Written brush..."
Dabao was a little anxious, pouting his little mouth anxiously, holding his grandpa's pants with one hand to keep his balance, and pointing to the pen in his grandpa's hand with one hand, and called the brush again.
Yao Jingping couldn't help but giggle, and explained to Zhou Guangyi with a smile that Dabao was envious when he saw his grandfather writing calligraphy, and he also wanted to write calligraphy.
"Dabao, dear, you can't write this calligraphy casually. You have to practice hard for a long time to master the calligraphy written by grandpa... Mommy will give you a pencil and a book. You can use the pencil to scratch on the book, okay? good?"
"Big brother is not about drawing. Big brother wants to write calligraphy. Big brother can do it."
Little Sambo, who was held in Tian Xinping's arms, suddenly started giggling and speaking seriously, acting as the interpreter for his elder brother.
Yao Jingping was a little dumbfounded. These three children have really become human beings. In order to fulfill the boss's wish, Sanbao actually helped to say good things.
"That's all, that's all, let Dabao write! Dabao has a steady nature, and he is really good at writing calligraphy. What's new once is familiar, but if he can't write well, why can't he write well? Just let Dabao write casually, just like coaxing a child. !”
Zhou Guangyi waved his hand and asked Chen Chunhua to put Dabao's gown on.
The chessboard and table used to play chess with the old man were brought over for Dabao to use. Pens, inks, paper and inkstones were all placed. When Dabao was fully dressed and was carried over by Chen Chunhua, Zhou Guangyi wanted to teach Dabao how to write.
"My eldest brother can write it himself!"
Sanbao smiled and said that she also wanted to write.
Now Erbao couldn't hold it any longer. He patted his bulging belly and pointed to the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the chessboard table, indicating that he also wanted to write.
Okay, okay, let’s just play with the children anyway. Zhou Guangyi asked Yao Jingping and Tian Xinping to help the children put on their coats, stand on one side of the table, and let them write as much as they can!
The three children were so happy that they each stood there holding a brush while giggling and imitating Zhou Guangyi's way of writing calligraphy.
An amazing scene appeared.
Dabao, who had never seen writing calligraphy before, let alone holding a calligraphy pen, firmly held the couplet paper with his left hand, and quickly wrote calligraphy on the couplets with a calligraphy pen in his right hand!
Happy wine, happy events, happy days, new people and new family traditions, lots of happy marriages!
The calligraphy is quite like running calligraphy, powerful and powerful, and it looks like everyone’s style!
The whole family was stunned and stunned. Oh my God, when did Dabao learn calligraphy with calligraphy?
A seven-month-old child who can't even walk can not only write beautiful calligraphy, but also write such neatly rhymed couplets. This is incredible!
"Hahaha, hahaha..."
Just when everyone was staring at the couplet written by Dabao, Yao Jingping looked up and saw the couplet paper in front of Erbao and Sanbao. Erbao was holding a brush in his hand and scribbling on the couplet, as if he was drawing a monk's head. , while Little Sambo is drawing a little rabbit with a brush. What he draws is called abstract!
Let's say it's a rabbit. Its ears are small as well as its mouth. Let's say it's a rooster. It has a three-petal mouth. Seeing the long tail of the little rabbit, Yao Jingping suddenly realized that this was not a rabbit. It was painted by Little Sambo. Black Wolf is okay!
Hei Lang looked at the painting painted by Little Sambo with an aggrieved look, and then looked at himself up and down with self-doubt. When he was serving in the army, he was a handsome man among military dogs. How come he became like this when he came to Little Sambo? A very ugly dog...
"It's amazing, it's amazing. Our babies are all amazing. They can write calligraphy and draw. They are all good children, and they are all our good children..."
Tian Xinping was praising her good boy, and Xiao Erbao threw the brush in his hand on the table, then stretched out his hand to wipe it on the inkstone...
"Aiya, aiya, my little ancestor, how can you scratch your face? Your little face is all black spots. We have to attend your second uncle's wedding tomorrow. Aiya, aiya. Hey, your face and neck are all black..."
Xiao Erbao's move was so swift that he didn't give his family a chance to react. When he woke up and was about to run to him to stop him, his hands full of black ink had already been smeared on his face and on the neck...
Even though he was wearing a gown, the clothes on his body were not spared. In the blink of an eye, the originally white and tender baby turned into a small face with a dark face and big eyes. As he turned around, his eyes became more and more... It’s conspicuous...
Tian Xinping stamped her feet anxiously, bent down and hugged the little black man, and ran into the house. The second baby, who was held under the arm by grandma, kept laughing mischievously...
