Liu Feng, who sat quietly to the side, felt a mix of emotions.
He learned music, chess, calligraphy and painting from his master from a young age, and his skills have long surpassed those of ordinary people.
At this moment, watching her father, Liu Changqing, diligently writing Spring Festival couplets, her handwriting was truly appalling.
Under Liu Feng's professional eye, it appeared clumsy and awkward, failing to meet his standards.
Finally, Liu Feng couldn't hold back any longer and said softly, "Dad, we don't have to wait until next year. I can start writing now."
These words not only broke the surrounding tranquility but also drew astonished looks from the family.
Upon hearing this, Liu Yue immediately became interested. She looked at Liu Feng with a questioning gaze: "Second brother, can you really write calligraphy?"
Her eyes held both anticipation and a hint of barely perceptible tension, as if she worried that this was just her brother's momentary impulse.
Upon hearing this, Liu Changqing paused slightly with his pen, then looked at Liu Feng with a smile, his eyes containing both encouragement and a hint of probing.
Without any hesitation, Liu Feng confidently walked to his father's seat, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and completed the task in one smooth and effortless motion.
The pen tip lightly touches the paper, seemingly leaping with life; every stroke and line embodies his profound understanding and love for calligraphy.
Before long, a neat yet lively Spring Festival couplet was displayed before everyone's eyes.
"Time may pass, but people will never grow old; the landscape remains, and spring will last forever."
"Horizontal scroll: Forever young."
The appearance of this Spring Festival couplet is like a spring breeze brushing across a lake, stirring up ripples.
Liu Changqing's face was filled with disbelief. He examined the couplet repeatedly, feeling both surprise and indescribable pride.
Liu Yue opened her mouth wide, forming a perfect "O" shape. She seemed to want to say something, but was so overwhelmed by the sudden surprise that she was speechless for a moment.
At this moment, He Qunfang, who was busy in the main room, was also attracted.
She gazed at the Spring Festival couplets written by her son, her eyes sparkling with amazement and joy.
"Wow, Feng'er's calligraphy is so good! It's like it was printed right out of a painting!"
He Qunfang couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
Her tone was filled with pride and satisfaction, as if she saw hope for the future of her family.
"My son is still the best!"
He Qunfang's words carried a hint of teasing. She glanced triumphantly at Liu Changqing, her eyes seeming to say, "Look at your handwriting, it's not even as good as my son's!"
Upon hearing this, Liu Changqing was not angry at all. Instead, he burst into laughter, "Great! I finally have a successor!"
When children surpass their parents, that is the greatest joy for parents.
Thinking of this, Liu Changqing laughed even more heartily. He knew his calligraphy wasn't very good, but to save money on buying Spring Festival couplets, he forced himself to write them.
Seeing his son's calligraphy so well now, Liu Changqing felt genuinely happy and proud.
He couldn't help but laugh again, "Well done, my son is amazing! His calligraphy is better than those old gentlemen, let alone me. My son is truly a natural scholar."
Liu Yue also came to her senses. She looked at Liu Feng with admiration in her eyes.
He couldn't help but exclaim, "Second brother, you're amazing! Your calligraphy is so beautiful; you're sure to become a great calligrapher someday!"
Liu Feng writes in the Liu style of calligraphy, each stroke conveying a sense of freshness and elegance, making one forget the mundane world upon seeing it.
Even people like Liu Yue and He Qunfang, who can't write calligraphy, thought it looked beautiful.
In the following days, Liu Feng continued to wield his brush, and one exquisite couplet after another came into being from his pen.
Family members gathered around, some marveling at his calligraphy, others discussing the auspicious meanings of the couplets, filling the house with a festive atmosphere.
These compliments did not make Liu Feng complacent. For Liu Feng, playing the zither, chess, calligraphy and painting were just pastimes in his spare time, used to cultivate his character and refine his temperament.
After writing the Spring Festival couplets, the family went to their second uncle's house for New Year's lunch.
During the meal, everyone gathered together in a warm and lively atmosphere.
At dinner time, the family went to Liu Feng's house for New Year's Eve dinner. There was plenty of meat on the table, and the family members were all laughing and chatting.
After finishing the New Year's Eve dinner, it was already dark, and the family members got busy.
Holding a brush, Liu Feng applied paste and pasted couplets carrying good wishes onto the door frame.
Meanwhile, the father, Liu Changqing, was hanging colorful lanterns and pasting door gods.
He Qunfang and Liu Yue continued to busy themselves making dumplings, roasting melon seeds and peanuts, and boiling red eggs.
As night fell, the lights in every room were turned on, illuminating the entire house as if it were daytime.
The brightly lit scene not only illuminated the smiling faces of the family members, but also symbolized that the new year would be as bright and hopeful as these lights.
After finishing their work, Liu Feng's family sat around the brazier, with the table filled with all sorts of candies, melon seeds, and peanuts.
These are snacks that are rarely seen on ordinary days, but at this moment they have become the most wonderful thing to share during their reunion.
As everyone ate and chatted, laughter and conversation mingled together, creating a warm and harmonious family symphony.
This was the happiest year in the family's hearts.
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