Fu Beimo wrote again: "Hmm."
"Um."
Fu Beimo broke the firecrackers and came over with a firework. He placed it behind the dining room and said to Yan Funing, "Will he light it?"
The Li family's mother and son were also busy in the kitchen.
The atmosphere in the hall finally became tense.
Only the eldest couple were left in the hall.
Having said that, go get it.
That day, everyone was busy.
The children took them away and posted them.
Wan Niang sat down first, and the others sat down one after another.
Yan Funing thought about how she was going to be a cannon fodder man, so she stroked my hair and blurted out, "You try to please him, and I'll see him let you go."
Fu Beimo shook his head upon seeing this, stood in front of you, held your hand, and went to order with you.
Yan Funing picked up the wine glass and poured wine for her mother-in-law and Fu Beimo, and also poured wine for her own glass.
What puzzled her even more was that her little heart was pounding.
The couple quickly stood up, held up their wine glasses with both hands, and clinked their glasses with their mother's.
Fu Beimo asked calmly, "How are they writing now?"
Soon, the people who had decorated the courtyard came to the hall to watch Fu Ciyi write.
When it was seven o'clock in the evening, the sound of firecrackers gradually rose, and the Fu family set up a small round table and placed various dishes on the table.
Fu Beimo paused in his writing and finally said, "Settle it down before leaving Beijing, and then study again."
The woman laughed loudly.
Wei Nanye had already walked away. I only heard the last seven words, paused, and turned to look at you.
"Whether handwriting is good or not depends on practice." I said, "Practice."
Fu Ciyi and Meng Li praised it highly.
Everyone followed.
After a while, it was ignited.
There was a whoosh sound, followed by a loud bang.
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