It was snowing heavily outside, but the house was lively and warm, with wine, meat, love and righteousness.

The next day, the news that Qi Mo Nan had returned to Qinghe Village spread in a small circle.

Why is it a small area? Because the weather is too cold. Most people stay at home during the winter and lie on the kang without moving every day. This reduces physical exertion and allows them to eat less.

Some families don’t have enough thick cotton-padded clothes to wear at home to keep out the cold, so they can’t go out and can only stay on the kang.

There were very few people who came out to visit each other, so the fact that Qi Mo Nan had returned to the village was known only to those families who liked to join in the fun and the few families who came to Song Yun to get medicine.

On New Year’s Eve, couplets are posted.

With Qi Mo Nan around, he is the only one who can be responsible for posting the couplets.

Mr. Qi and Mr. Mo held up the first and second couplets respectively, and read the characters on the couplet again and again. "This character is really elegant, with style and vigor, yet not too feminine and graceful. It's too elegant."

Old Qi nodded, "It is indeed well written, not much worse than my Mo Nan's handwriting."

Mo Laoqi said, "Stop bragging. I've seen your Mo Nan's calligraphy, and it's far inferior to Yun girl's."

Qi Lao glanced at Mo Lao and said, "You know shit. The words you saw back then were not written by Mo Nan."

"No? Then who wrote it? You clearly told me that it was Mo Nan who wrote it." Old Mo yelled.

Elder Qi was a little upset, but to protect his grandson, he had to confess, "I wrote it. I wasn't afraid you'd laugh at my poor handwriting, so I lied and said it was Mo Nan who wrote it. Mo Nan's handwriting is much better than mine."

Mr. Mo didn't believe it and wanted to verify it on the spot.

So the remaining red paper in Song Yun's room was also taken out. Old Qi cut the red paper into long strips, which were slightly wider than Song Yun's. A man's handwriting would be more vigorous and majestic.

Qi Mo Nan was speechless, but he could not bear his grandfather's expectant gaze, so he could only pick up the pen and write.

When Qi Mo Nan wrote the first word, Mr. Mo knew that Old Man Qi had not lied to him. The word was written with sincerity, iron strokes and silver hooks, and it was majestic. It was a different style from Song Yun's handwriting, and both were equally pleasing to the eye.

"Oh, these two calligraphy works are too old. How do I choose?" Mr. Mo was worried.

Qi Mo Nan slowly rolled up Song Yun's calligraphy and said, "Put mine on the wall. My calligraphy is bigger and more suitable for the gate."

Qi Mo Nan said so, so the old man naturally had nothing to say. He immediately got busy and put up the couplets.

After pasting the couplets, they had to clear the snow on the roof and the snow in the yard, at least they had to clear out the snow. In such a busy schedule, everyone forgot where the couplets written by Song Yun went.

Who could have thought that Captain Qi, who remained calm in the face of hail of bullets, would be so careful to quietly hide a couplet in his backpack.

New Year’s Eve, stay up all night.

The old man couldn't bear it anymore and went back to the west room to rest. Song Hao and Qingxia also went back to their rooms to rest. There was a roaring brazier burning in the main room, and three young people and a child gathered together to play cards.

Song Yun cut the cards into squares out of paper and wrote numbers on them.

The four of them had a great time.

The old man in the west room heard the laughter coming from the main room and couldn't help but sigh, "This is the most comfortable New Year I've had in all these years."

Old Qi also nodded. "Who says it's not true? Back in the military area, the New Year was always deserted and there was no festive atmosphere at all."