New Year, New Year's Eve.
The children got up early and went to the old house. After greeting their elders, they gathered in the study and watched Li Yao write Spring Festival couplets.
Old Master Li’s hair was almost completely white. He sat on the side, holding a cane in his dry hands, and watching his son.
Originally, things like writing Spring Festival couplets were done by Grandpa Li.
Now that the old man can no longer hold the pen, he can only leave this matter to his son.
The old man looked at him and reminded, "Use a little more strength." After hearing the old voice, Li Yao's hands immediately tightened a little.
The old man nodded with satisfaction and said, "That's right." He looked at the three children and said, "Look at how your grandfather writes. You three little ones should also practice calligraphy in the future. This is the quintessence of the Chinese nation and cannot be lost."
Li Jianqian and Li Mosen nodded, and Li Jianyue, with a pair of big round eyes, said, "Grandpa, what is the national quintessence?"
"These are the unique things that have been passed down from ancient times to the present day in China. For example, calligraphy, paper cutting, zither, chess, books, and paintings are all the quintessence of our country. No matter what profession you have or what you do in the future, you must not throw these things away." The old man's voice was gentle, with an old but extremely deep and steady voice, "Second Su, come here."
Li Jianyue leaned over and called out sweetly, "Great Grandfather."
The smile on the old man's face thickened, and the wrinkles looked a little deep, but his expression was full of joy.
After pulling the little guy over, he said, "I'm not worried about your brothers. My grandson and great-grandson are all very capable and good children. But the only thing that Grandpa is worried about now is you. In the future, you must find a good man. At least, he can't be worse than your brother. Do you understand?"
Li Jianyue seemed to understand what he said, but soon she said with a smile, "I want to marry Brother Mo Sen in the future!"
Children speak without restraint.
Such crisp words uttered, frightening Li Yao so much that his hands trembled slightly.
With this shake, the brush slightly deviated on the originally clean and tidy red paper.
Li Mosen's face suddenly turned red, and he turned his head to look at Li Jianyue.
However, Mr. Li disagreed and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? He is your brother. There is no way you two can get married."
"Is that so?" Li Jianyue opened his eyes and blinked, "But..."
But, Brother Mason said it.
When Er Su grows up, she will marry Brother Mosen!
However, before Li Jianyue could finish her words, she heard Li Mosen's voice, "Second Su, hush!"
Li Jianyue immediately swallowed his words.
The fluffy little head was raised, and with a pair of big eyes, it looked at Li Xun and said with a smile, "I know, great grandfather."
The old man looked at Li Jianyue and Li Mosen, and he vaguely understood something in his heart.
No more questions or words, just let things take their course.
After Li Yao finished writing, he put down the brush and shouted, "Jian Qian, go call your uncle and the others in."
"Oh!" Li Jianqian turned around and ran out, shouting, "Dad, uncle, grandpa is calling you!"
The three brothers Li Sicheng were sitting on the sofa and chatting. When they heard the child shouting, they knew what was going on.
After the three brothers went in and got the couplets, they ran up and down the old house to paste them up. Several children also clamored to paste them up, so Li Sicheng sent them to put double-sided tape on the little word "Fu".
(End of this chapter)