NOVEL NEXT Urban Entertainment System: Starting from the Siheyuan
Chapter 33 Ye Chen's pen is like a dragon, and the brush calligraphy stunned everyone (ask for
Qin Huairu urged the two daughters to finish their meal before going to the courtyard to wash the dishes.
She looked at Ye Chen and Sha Zhu's room and sighed.
Go back to the house and continue to make clothes for a few children.
The sewing machine 'Kata Kata' sounded, and Mrs. Zhang was also holding the sole of the shoe aside.
She looked at Qin Huairu and said.
"I'm speaking from the bottom of my head, I never thought of stopping you from taking a step forward, I know it's hard for you, my son is gone when I was young.
We rely on your salary alone to support our family. If we find a man to come in, we will be able to live more comfortably this day.
I am the biggest burden in this family. I wanted to die a long time ago, but she couldn't die, alas! " Zhang sighed.
"By the way, do you want to send me back to my hometown in the countryside?"
Qin Huairu's eyes were red, "I've never said that before!"
"Yes! You didn't say that, but you don't necessarily think so!"
Qin Huairu stopped the sewing machine and turned to look at Zhang.
"Did I say I was looking for a man?"
"I also came here when I was young. You can't hide what you think in your heart! Ye Chen is a handsome guy, but he doesn't have a job. Look at him doing nothing all day long. He goes out during the day and comes back to sleep at night. Silly Sooner or later, Zhu will be eaten up by him.
He came to you in the middle of the night last night and told you that he wanted to join us for the Chinese New Year. The people in the courtyard knew about it. How unpleasant it was to spread the word!
You think of a young widow, a man of blood and blood, who can control this "dry firewood"? "
"It's not just the two of us, there are also the deaf old lady and the silly brother and sister!" Qin Huairu frowned, and for some reason, she felt a little uncomfortable when she heard her mother-in-law speak ill of Ye Chen.
"Yes, silly Zhu is heartless, he doesn't care about anything, the deaf old lady's ears are not good, why can Yushui be the light bulb for you two? What is that kid thinking, my heart is like a mirror!"
"You just treat other people's kindness like a donkey's liver and lungs, and Ye Chen doesn't have that kind of thought at all!" Qin Huairu wiped away the tears that flowed down.
"Come on, I have crossed more bridges than you have traveled. People are not in the mood to do things, and there are many gossips in front of widows!"
"Then why don't you say silly Zhu, he often delivers food to our house, white flour steamed buns, and helped Banggen pay his tuition two days ago! He does a lot more than Ye Chen!"
Mrs. Zhang chuckled, "Why don't everyone say he is stupid!"
Qin Huairu was dissatisfied from the bottom of her heart, but it was almost Chinese New Year, and she didn't want to quarrel with her mother-in-law, and it was not good for her neighbors to hear her.
"Anyway, I have a clear conscience, we have nothing to do!"
Qin Huairu stood up angrily and walked out.
The days passed and the rolling mills were on holiday.
Ye Chen had already given Xu Hui and the Qi brothers a vacation and settled their wages.
He is now lying in the yard basking in the sun when he has nothing to do.
On this day, Shazhu and Yushui went out to buy new year's goods, and Ye Chen took advantage of the sun to sit in the yard to warm up.
"Ye Chen, come and give me a hand!" The uncle's voice sounded.
He sat up and saw that the uncle was holding a couplet and a paste brush in his hand.
"Grandpa, you've made a pair so quickly!"
"28, post quack! It's time! You lie in a daze all day, how can you remember the time!" The old man said with a smile.
"There's no writing on this pair either! Grandpa" Ye Chen asked looking at the blank couplets.
"Aren't you going to write it yourself? In the past, this was all done by your third uncle, but now he is like that, I heard he is still lying on the bed motionless! I can only write roughly!"
"Don't mind me! I can write!"
Ye Chen said that when he was in college, he joined the calligraphy club. He didn't play calligraphy, but he wrote calligraphy well.
"Are you okay?" The uncle looked at Ye Chen suspiciously.
"You underestimate me. If you can't write well, I'll buy some for you!"
"Okay! Come here, I'll grind ink for you!"
"Look, you!" Ye Chen got up from the stool and walked to the middle of the yard.
There was a square table with a brush and inkstone beside the table.
The old man spread the red paper and began to grind the ink.
Ye Chen moved his wrist, and it has been more than a year since he left school, and the feeling is still a little bad.
He picked up the brush and moistened the ink, and started to write.
The pen goes like a dragon and a snake, like flowing clouds and flowing water.
The uncle looked at Ye Chen's words and nodded.
"Shanglian: When spring comes, the earth is full of flowers
The next couplet: Festival to the world Vientiane new
Hengpi: Prosperity in all seasons"
"Good writing, great couplets! I've never seen this pair before! You can write a few more later, and ask the neighbors to pay you for the finishing touches!" the old man said with a smile.
"It's okay! You haven't lost too much! There's no need for a retouching fee, I'll write everything for free!" Ye Chen looked at his handwriting and nodded in satisfaction.
"Master, my dad is here!" Yan Jiecheng's voice came.
"Hey, third master, why did you come out and let your son carry it on your back!" The first master asked when he saw Yan Bugui.
"Today is 28, I guess you want to write couplets, so I will ask my boss to carry me out, and he will write behind my back." The third master replied weakly.
This is the time of the year when he is in the limelight. In the past, during the Chinese New Year every year, the couplets he wrote were all snapped up by the families in the courtyard, and he got a retouching fee, and he could listen to the compliments from the neighbors, not to mention how comfortable he was. !
"Yo, it's all written down! Let me see! Son, carry me over there!" Yan Bugui hurriedly told his son when he heard that someone was robbing the business.
"Ye Chen just wrote a pair, and just stopped writing! He said to help everyone write pairs for free!" the old man replied.
"He is young, what good words can he write, what a waste of paper."
Before Yan Bugui finished speaking, he froze.
He saw that the characters on the couplets were magnificent in style and full of postures, and he saw that the ink was thick and light, withered and wet, its intermittent and repeated, its thickness and thickness varied infinitely, and the atmosphere was myriad.
This is much better than what he wrote. If Ye Chen's calligraphy is the work of master calligraphers, Yan Bugui's own guess is not as good as that of elementary school students.
Looking at the words on the couplet, Yan Bugui's dark face turned dark red.
"It's well written. I'm relieved!" Yan Bugui patted his son.
Yan Jiecheng understood, carried his father on his back and walked home.
"Third Master, go slowly!" Ye Chen said with a smile.
"Okay, you are busy, you are busy!"
Soon the news of Ye Chen writing couplets spread in the courtyard.
"Ye Chen? That cousin of Shazhu, can he write calligraphy?"
"Yeah, I read it just now, and it's much better than what the third master wrote!"
"Third Master, what he has always written is just like that, if it wasn't for saving money to buy couplets"
"Shh! Don't be heard by the third master! Besides, we also paid him a finishing fee, and Ye Chen helped write it for free!"
"That is, Ye Chen is still bright!"
When Ye Chen was writing couplets, many people slowly gathered around him.
He didn't care about it, and wrote down the couplets one by one seriously. Every time he wrote a couplet, someone took it away and put it aside to dry.
"Hiss! I've written dozens of copies of this, and there are no duplicates!"
"Yeah, every recitation feels very meaningful and full of festive meaning."
"I can't tell, this Ye Chen has something!"
Half an hour later, Ye Chen rubbed his sore arm and put down the brush.
"Huh! Finally finished writing!"
She looked at Ye Chen and Sha Zhu's room and sighed.
Go back to the house and continue to make clothes for a few children.
The sewing machine 'Kata Kata' sounded, and Mrs. Zhang was also holding the sole of the shoe aside.
She looked at Qin Huairu and said.
"I'm speaking from the bottom of my head, I never thought of stopping you from taking a step forward, I know it's hard for you, my son is gone when I was young.
We rely on your salary alone to support our family. If we find a man to come in, we will be able to live more comfortably this day.
I am the biggest burden in this family. I wanted to die a long time ago, but she couldn't die, alas! " Zhang sighed.
"By the way, do you want to send me back to my hometown in the countryside?"
Qin Huairu's eyes were red, "I've never said that before!"
"Yes! You didn't say that, but you don't necessarily think so!"
Qin Huairu stopped the sewing machine and turned to look at Zhang.
"Did I say I was looking for a man?"
"I also came here when I was young. You can't hide what you think in your heart! Ye Chen is a handsome guy, but he doesn't have a job. Look at him doing nothing all day long. He goes out during the day and comes back to sleep at night. Silly Sooner or later, Zhu will be eaten up by him.
He came to you in the middle of the night last night and told you that he wanted to join us for the Chinese New Year. The people in the courtyard knew about it. How unpleasant it was to spread the word!
You think of a young widow, a man of blood and blood, who can control this "dry firewood"? "
"It's not just the two of us, there are also the deaf old lady and the silly brother and sister!" Qin Huairu frowned, and for some reason, she felt a little uncomfortable when she heard her mother-in-law speak ill of Ye Chen.
"Yes, silly Zhu is heartless, he doesn't care about anything, the deaf old lady's ears are not good, why can Yushui be the light bulb for you two? What is that kid thinking, my heart is like a mirror!"
"You just treat other people's kindness like a donkey's liver and lungs, and Ye Chen doesn't have that kind of thought at all!" Qin Huairu wiped away the tears that flowed down.
"Come on, I have crossed more bridges than you have traveled. People are not in the mood to do things, and there are many gossips in front of widows!"
"Then why don't you say silly Zhu, he often delivers food to our house, white flour steamed buns, and helped Banggen pay his tuition two days ago! He does a lot more than Ye Chen!"
Mrs. Zhang chuckled, "Why don't everyone say he is stupid!"
Qin Huairu was dissatisfied from the bottom of her heart, but it was almost Chinese New Year, and she didn't want to quarrel with her mother-in-law, and it was not good for her neighbors to hear her.
"Anyway, I have a clear conscience, we have nothing to do!"
Qin Huairu stood up angrily and walked out.
The days passed and the rolling mills were on holiday.
Ye Chen had already given Xu Hui and the Qi brothers a vacation and settled their wages.
He is now lying in the yard basking in the sun when he has nothing to do.
On this day, Shazhu and Yushui went out to buy new year's goods, and Ye Chen took advantage of the sun to sit in the yard to warm up.
"Ye Chen, come and give me a hand!" The uncle's voice sounded.
He sat up and saw that the uncle was holding a couplet and a paste brush in his hand.
"Grandpa, you've made a pair so quickly!"
"28, post quack! It's time! You lie in a daze all day, how can you remember the time!" The old man said with a smile.
"There's no writing on this pair either! Grandpa" Ye Chen asked looking at the blank couplets.
"Aren't you going to write it yourself? In the past, this was all done by your third uncle, but now he is like that, I heard he is still lying on the bed motionless! I can only write roughly!"
"Don't mind me! I can write!"
Ye Chen said that when he was in college, he joined the calligraphy club. He didn't play calligraphy, but he wrote calligraphy well.
"Are you okay?" The uncle looked at Ye Chen suspiciously.
"You underestimate me. If you can't write well, I'll buy some for you!"
"Okay! Come here, I'll grind ink for you!"
"Look, you!" Ye Chen got up from the stool and walked to the middle of the yard.
There was a square table with a brush and inkstone beside the table.
The old man spread the red paper and began to grind the ink.
Ye Chen moved his wrist, and it has been more than a year since he left school, and the feeling is still a little bad.
He picked up the brush and moistened the ink, and started to write.
The pen goes like a dragon and a snake, like flowing clouds and flowing water.
The uncle looked at Ye Chen's words and nodded.
"Shanglian: When spring comes, the earth is full of flowers
The next couplet: Festival to the world Vientiane new
Hengpi: Prosperity in all seasons"
"Good writing, great couplets! I've never seen this pair before! You can write a few more later, and ask the neighbors to pay you for the finishing touches!" the old man said with a smile.
"It's okay! You haven't lost too much! There's no need for a retouching fee, I'll write everything for free!" Ye Chen looked at his handwriting and nodded in satisfaction.
"Master, my dad is here!" Yan Jiecheng's voice came.
"Hey, third master, why did you come out and let your son carry it on your back!" The first master asked when he saw Yan Bugui.
"Today is 28, I guess you want to write couplets, so I will ask my boss to carry me out, and he will write behind my back." The third master replied weakly.
This is the time of the year when he is in the limelight. In the past, during the Chinese New Year every year, the couplets he wrote were all snapped up by the families in the courtyard, and he got a retouching fee, and he could listen to the compliments from the neighbors, not to mention how comfortable he was. !
"Yo, it's all written down! Let me see! Son, carry me over there!" Yan Bugui hurriedly told his son when he heard that someone was robbing the business.
"Ye Chen just wrote a pair, and just stopped writing! He said to help everyone write pairs for free!" the old man replied.
"He is young, what good words can he write, what a waste of paper."
Before Yan Bugui finished speaking, he froze.
He saw that the characters on the couplets were magnificent in style and full of postures, and he saw that the ink was thick and light, withered and wet, its intermittent and repeated, its thickness and thickness varied infinitely, and the atmosphere was myriad.
This is much better than what he wrote. If Ye Chen's calligraphy is the work of master calligraphers, Yan Bugui's own guess is not as good as that of elementary school students.
Looking at the words on the couplet, Yan Bugui's dark face turned dark red.
"It's well written. I'm relieved!" Yan Bugui patted his son.
Yan Jiecheng understood, carried his father on his back and walked home.
"Third Master, go slowly!" Ye Chen said with a smile.
"Okay, you are busy, you are busy!"
Soon the news of Ye Chen writing couplets spread in the courtyard.
"Ye Chen? That cousin of Shazhu, can he write calligraphy?"
"Yeah, I read it just now, and it's much better than what the third master wrote!"
"Third Master, what he has always written is just like that, if it wasn't for saving money to buy couplets"
"Shh! Don't be heard by the third master! Besides, we also paid him a finishing fee, and Ye Chen helped write it for free!"
"That is, Ye Chen is still bright!"
When Ye Chen was writing couplets, many people slowly gathered around him.
He didn't care about it, and wrote down the couplets one by one seriously. Every time he wrote a couplet, someone took it away and put it aside to dry.
"Hiss! I've written dozens of copies of this, and there are no duplicates!"
"Yeah, every recitation feels very meaningful and full of festive meaning."
"I can't tell, this Ye Chen has something!"
Half an hour later, Ye Chen rubbed his sore arm and put down the brush.
"Huh! Finally finished writing!"
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