After entering the room, Liu Wucheng put Chen Bing on the ground, then picked up the TV remote from the table and handed it to him.

What TV show do you want to watch?

Chen Bing waved her hand, not taking the remote control.

"I want to be with Grandpa, I don't want to watch TV." His childish voice touched Liu Wucheng's heart, bringing a spring breeze to his barren hill.

"Alright, alright, then come with Grandpa." Liu Wucheng smiled and ruffled Chen Bing's hair, then led him to the table by the window.

This table is made of wood and has a glossy finish. Its tall, slender legs and intricately carved edges all speak to its value.

In short, this piece of furniture doesn't fit the overall atmosphere of the old house.

Chen Bing had some recollection of this table; in her memory, it was neither used for eating nor for placing things. Therefore, its purpose had always been a question in Chen Bing's mind.

Today was different from usual; there seemed to be something on the table. However, due to her height, Chen Bing couldn't see what was on it.

Grandpa pulled a chair over from the table, then picked up Chen Bing and made him stand on it.

As soon as Chen Bing stood on the chair, she could see clearly what was on the table.

They turned out to be Spring Festival couplets.

To be precise, they are currently just sheets of red paper, waiting for black ink to be poured onto them.

Just as Chen Bing was wondering why these things were here, she saw her grandfather pick up the calligraphy brush on the table and start writing stroke by stroke on the red paper.

A few minutes later, a pair of Spring Festival couplets with dragon and phoenix strokes were slowly displayed on it.

First line: Auspicious snowflakes bring fragrance and celebrate good fortune.

Second line: Wishing you health, longevity, and good fortune.

Horizontal scroll: May everything go smoothly

Looking at these artistic characters, Chen Bing was as surprised as if he had seen a sow climb a tree.

In his memory, his maternal grandfather should have been an illiterate old farmer who toiled in the fields.

"Grandpa, you can actually do calligraphy!?" Chen Bing exclaimed in astonishment.

Although Liu Wucheng was surprised that Chen Bing, a two-year-old child, could recognize calligraphy, he quickly understood when he thought about how Chen Bing's past speech and behavior were not like those of a normal child.

Yes, my grandson Liu Wucheng is a genius who loved listening to foreign literature from a month old, could talk and walk at eight months old, and could recognize people and directions before he was two years old. So what if he can understand calligraphy?

Thinking of this, Liu Wucheng proudly told Chen Bing, "When I was young, I taught at the town's primary school. Later, after I retired, I started farming."

Afterwards, Liu Wucheng told Chen Bing how remarkable he was when he was young.

For example, he talked about how many high school and college students his students had taught, what awards they had won in competitions, and what levels they had been awarded. After rambling on and on, he remembered that his grandson was only two years old this year, and he probably wouldn't understand these things if he told him.

So he slowly shut his mouth and stopped talking about his youth.

While her grandfather was telling the story, Chen Bing also exclaimed "Wow wow wow!" in agreement.

At the same time, he also noticed an unusual gleam in his grandfather's eyes when he recounted his past as a teacher.

Perhaps, Grandpa's constant longing for Grandma stems from his idleness and lack of anything to do, which has led to his emaciated state. If I could help him find things he enjoys doing, he might be able to overcome his current depressed state of mind.

Thinking of this, Chen Bing grabbed her grandfather's arm and insisted that he teach her to write.

Upon hearing his grandson's request, Liu Wucheng was first surprised, and then overjoyed.

He had just been thinking of teaching Chen Bing calligraphy when he was a little older and able to read.

Seeing his enthusiasm, Liu Wucheng made up his mind that even if Chen Bing treated calligraphy like painting and messed around with it, he would not be angry.

After making up their minds, the grandfather and grandson began a pleasant teaching session.

Liu Wucheng didn't just brush it off; instead, he earnestly began teaching Chen Bing from the basics, such as holding the brush, grinding the ink, and proper posture. He had initially worried that Chen Bing might lack patience, but his beloved grandson's attitude was surprisingly serious and uncompromising.

He then felt relieved and began to teach boldly.

After studying for a while, encouraged by Liu Wucheng, Chen Bing wrote the character "冰" (ice) in a crooked and awkward way.

Chen Bing looked at his grandfather a little embarrassedly because he thought the character "Bing" was written very poorly. His grandfather, however, said that he was exceptionally talented and praised him lavishly.

The sun slowly climbed over the roof from the east, and before we knew it, it was past ten o'clock.

When Liu Yue returned from the market, she didn't see her son at home, so she wandered around until she found her parents' house. Pushing open the door, she saw him there, just as she expected.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Seeing the grandfather and granddaughter gathered around the table by the window, Liu Yue walked over curiously.

"Mom, Grandpa is teaching me calligraphy," Chen Bing said to Liu Yue as she came in.

While his peers were still at home being breastfed and waited on, her own son was already actively learning this and that. Thinking of this, Liu Yue felt very gratified.

"Dad will be back in a little while. Bingbing, do you want to come home with me?"

Is Comrade Chen Shichao coming back?

That's true, after all, it's already the 29th of the lunar year. If they don't come back soon, how will they celebrate the New Year?

When Chen Bing was young, his father, Comrade Chen Shichao, worked in the south for many years. Later, because it was hard to earn money and the work was arduous, and because his hometown was gradually developing and he had grown up, he returned home to help Liu Yue open a breakfast stall. Judging by the timeline, it seems to be this year.

Since his biological father is coming back, he, as the son, should indeed go home and wait for him.

So he looked at his maternal grandfather.

On the other side of the table, his maternal grandfather, Liu Wucheng, nodded to him with a smile.

Since that was the case, Chen Bing said goodbye to her father and returned home with her mother.

About half an hour after I got home, a loud motorcycle roared into the quiet courtyard, and a handsome young man named Chen Shichao, wearing a worn leather jacket and a bright red helmet, appeared in the house.

Almost as soon as they met, Liu Yue ran up to Chen Shichao and hugged him tightly.

The following scenes were somewhat inappropriate for children.

To be honest, Chen Bing felt quite embarrassed watching from the side.

Because as far back as he can remember, there are no similar scenes in his memory. Perhaps they are hiding from him, or perhaps he has lost the passion of his youth after entering middle age; in any case, he has never seen his parents being affectionate.

The first person to remember that Chen Bing was still watching was Liu Yue. She gently patted Chen Shichao's back and then broke free from his embrace.

After separating from his wife, Chen Shichao also remembered that he had a two-year-old child.

He looked down and saw Chen Bing standing to the side, looking at him.

Goodness, he's grown so much. The last time I saw him was during Chinese New Year last year.

Although he knew his son was exceptionally gifted and precocious, Chen Shichao naturally assumed that, in an era without video calls, his son wouldn't recognize him after a year and a half.

Even so, the person in front of him was, after all, his own son, and upon seeing his own son, he naturally had to give him a warm hug.

So Chen Shichao still warmly hugged her.

"Son! Call me Dad."

"well!"

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Chen Bing then added "Dad," and Chen Shichao's puzzled expression instantly turned into a smile.

"Good boy!"