Fu Jingshu also started to worry: "Shao Yu is the same... He changes the subject whenever I mention it."
"Let's ask them what they think and see if they are too busy to have time. If that's the case, then we can help them find someone good and let them meet."
Tan Lingling sighed helplessly: "I don't think it's because of this... It's not like I haven't looked for someone for him before, but when we met, he didn't communicate with me. This situation is embarrassing..."
Fu Jingshu looked at her and sighed heavily.
The hearts of two old mothers.
It's really about to break.
"Hey, by the way, sister-in-law, Xiaokai is old enough, why aren't you in a hurry?"
"Ah... I can't control this playboy."
.....
On the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, after wrapping the dumplings, we started writing couplets.
The tables in the large and small living rooms were occupied, and the floor was covered with red paper.
Mu Lianshen, who was writing, looked over and said, "Chao Chao Mu Mu, come here and write two words. Let me see if your skills have declined..."
Chao Chao and Mu Mu took out their brushes, spread out the paper... and started writing...
After they finished writing, they let Mu Lianshen take a look. He nodded and said, "Not bad..."
"Babies, bring it here for mom to see..."
The two pieces of paper written by Chao Chao and Mu Mu were obviously in different styles. "Dad, isn't Chao Chao's handwriting a bit too bold?"
Mu Lianshen chuckled: "He hasn't practiced hard enough yet. He only cares about the beauty of his calligraphy. He has a good posture, but his calligraphy is boring and lacks form..."
Compared to Chaochao, Mumu's handwriting is much more regular and square.
"My daughter's handwriting is still beautiful,"
Mu Lianshen hesitated to speak, and Fu Shaoyu smiled and said, "Mumu's handwriting is the same as yours, regular script. The handwriting is regular, but it has nothing to do with calligraphy..."
Fu Xiao smiled and rubbed Mumu's head, "This is good..."
Fu Shaoyu tilted his head to look at the words written by Nian Gao and nodded, "Well, Nian Nian's words have that flavor..."
“Let me see…”
Fu Xiao came to the two of them and said, "Well, brother, Nian Gao's handwriting is almost catching up with yours."
Fu Yu, who was chatting with Fu Weilun, stood up upon hearing this, and also came to stand next to Nian Gao. He looked at the words he wrote, raised his hand and touched Nian Gao's head, "Very impressive..."
Fu Sinian, who has grown into a teenager, still looks calm, but there is a flash of shyness and a hint of excitement in the depths of his eyes.
Fu Xiao stretched out her hand and pinched his face, "Nian Nian... laugh if you want to,"
Nian Gao was a little embarrassed, "Auntie..."
"What's the matter? You are just amazing. After seeing your handwriting, I can't bear to read what Chao Chao wrote..."
Chao Chao was unhappy when he heard this, and squeezed in, still yelling unconvinced: "Why can't you bear to watch it? Let me compete with big brother..."
"Oh, that's it..."
After looking at his elder brother's handwriting, he pursed his lips and began to find fault, "Brother, your handwriting is good, but it has no style. Calligraphy should be as wild as possible, but yours..."
Chao Chao couldn't think of any words to criticize Fu Sinian for a moment, and blinked: "You are not a member of the same group."
While he was talking, Fu Xiao had already pulled Fu Yu away.
Fu Sinian put his own writing aside, laid out a new blank piece of paper, and handed the brush to Chao Chao, "Come here... let me see what faction you belong to..."
Chao Chao rolled up her sleeves, took the brush from him, and raised her chin: "Grind the ink..."
Fu Sinian looked at him expressionlessly, smiled in an ambiguous way, and pushed the ink in front of him. "Don't pretend. We are using black ink. There is no need to grind the ink."
Mumu couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The little girl next to her pulled Yanyan and said, "Is there something wrong with Chaochao? Why is he arguing with big brother..."
Fu Siyan lowered his head and sighed: "Just do it..."
"He can't do it a few days later. We still have several papers to finish."
All of these are supervised by Fu Sinian, the eldest brother. Whether they will have a free time or be busy this New Year depends on whether the eldest brother can remember them.
Alas, it is such a sin to have a brother like Chaochao.
Shen Xingzhou, who was sitting beside him drinking tea, retracted his gaze, his lips curled slightly, with a faint smile on his face.
"why are you laughing?"
Shen Xingzhou looked at Fu Yu: “Niannian is as steady as you….”
Fu Yu laughed and shook his head: "He is still young, how can he be steady? Chao Chao...is not much different from your personality when you were a child."
"Yeah?"
Fu Hong threw the melon seed shells in his hand into the trash can and said with a smile, "I can't say they are almost the same, I can only say they are exactly the same."
"When Chen Xingzhou was ten years old, he was also so crazy..."
Chao Chao, who was writing over there, heard this and turned around, "Uncles, if you don't act recklessly when you are young..."
"Hahahaha, you can say... Can you even use the word 'young man' now? Ah, you are just a little guy."
Everyone laughed, Shen Xingzhou smiled faintly and raised his eyebrows, and Chao Chao over there also raised his eyebrows at him.
"Oh...."
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