Ruan Xianxian: ? ? ?
Yan Fenghua: "Cursive script emphasizes rhythm and rhyme. What about you? Are you just showing off your skills on paper?"
It didn't show any youthful arrogance or unruliness; it was more like a message saying, "Come and see, I'm reaping what I sow."
"Milk~" Ruan Xianxian's soft voice was full of twists and turns.
Yan Fenghua resisted the urge to slap her hand and took the brush; one shouldn't hit a child during the New Year.
With a flourish of his brush, his wrist flipped across the red paper as he wrote, his calligraphy not showing off his skills like a flashy bag.
Dragon Soars in a Prosperous Age, Bringing Joy to Thousands of Families;
The handwriting is bold and has a classical charm.
"I'll write the couplet." Xie Zheng took the brush from his wife and wrote: Spring fills the land, all things flourish.
Ruan Xianxian quietly went to a taller chest of drawers next to her, stood on tiptoe, and wrote: Spring warms the land.
The couplet has three different handwriting styles, but the whole family likes it very much. This time, she didn't deliberately make it stand out. The four chubby characters are pasted on the door like lucky babies coming to the door.
The radio played the host's sweet voice, bidding farewell to the old year and welcoming the new.
Ruan Xianxian was busy making dumplings. The old lady and grandma next to her were making dumplings that looked like little gold ingots, but she was just pinching a big piece of dough and throwing it on the lid.
"Grandma, the dumplings are being naughty, they're falling onto the lid..." Before she could finish the word "fall," her mouth was shoved into the mouth by a piece of dough.
Yan Fenghua's eyes were sharp as knives. "It's the New Year, don't force me to hit you."
Okay, here, during the New Year, you have to say auspicious words. As long as you dare to say things like "death," "collapse," or "pain," you can make up for it after the New Year if you don't beat your child during the holiday.
She was carrying a string of firecrackers when her grandfather, seemingly gentle but in fact ruthless, kicked her out of the house.
Ruan Xianxian was wearing a festive red down jacket, her long hair was tied up in a flower bun on top of her head, and her grandmother had stuck a big red treasure bowl flower into her sideburn.
Her face was fair and smooth like jade, and her wobbly gait was both beautiful and endearing.
The uncles and younger relatives from all the families who went out to set off firecrackers couldn't help but glance at her more often.
Firecrackers exploded, and Ruan Xianxian stood on the white snow, with a starry night sky above her. Red firecracker paper drifted down like snowflakes. Amidst the festive atmosphere, she touched the small stone on her wrist.
"Happy New Year, Miyano!"
Suddenly, a crackling sound rang in her ears from above, and she nearly jumped up in fright.
It turned out that the old lady on the second floor felt cold, so she opened the window and tied the firecrackers to a bamboo pole to set them off. The length of the firecrackers hanging down was right next to Ruan Xianxian's head.
She stormed upstairs and pounded on the door, yelling, "Open the door! Open the door! Bamboo poles are dangerous! You might as well just put the firecrackers on my head!"
Knowing she had caused trouble, the old lady didn't dare open the door.
Finally, the old man took her home. Steaming hot dumplings were served along with a sumptuous meal, and the family ate their first reunion dinner in over a decade.
The time for reunion is always short. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Ruan Junanping packed her luggage and said goodbye to her grandparents.
Ruan Xianxian looked reluctant to leave, "Can't we stay a few more days?"
Ruan Jun smiled broadly, patted his niece's head and ruffled her long hair, "Sweetie, give your uncle a push, and you won't have to leave again next time you come back."
The old woman glared at him irritably and explained, "The round trip will take more than ten days, so we have to leave now."
Then, changing the subject, she winked and said, "Reluctant to part with him? Reluctant to part with Xianxian coming back to Yunnan Province with us for a while."
"You're so beautiful and rare, your older siblings will be so happy to see you."
Ruan Xianxian really wanted to go, but she refused, saying, "I still need to watch Ruan Kangri be executed by firing squad after my leave ends. Maybe next time."
What kind of conversation killer is this?
Judging from her tone, anyone who didn't know better would think she was going to receive an honor!
Anping couldn't catch him and pushed her husband forward.
Ruan Jun, however, was quite resilient and was still negotiating with Ruan Xianxian, "Do you have a camera? I'm too late, so take a picture of me dying and mail it to me."
"Fine, as long as you're not afraid I'll be arrested as a spy." Ruan Xianxian rolled her eyes to the sky.
Taking photos at an execution ground near the National Security Bureau? That guy really dares to think that way.
"This is getting more and more absurd." The old lady jumped up and smacked her nearly six-foot-tall eldest son on the head...
Ruan Xianxian: ...
Milk! This slap wasn't absolutely necessary.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the two elderly people personally saw their son and daughter-in-law off at the train station, shedding tears as they parted.
Anticipating that guests would be arriving later, Ruan Xianxian asked Cai Cai to drive the two elders home, while she boarded a bus heading towards the vicinity of Guoan alone.
The street scene along the way was exceptionally lively, with groups of children bending down to search for things on the sidewalk.
They found the small firecracker that had been missed in a string of firecrackers from yesterday, lit it with an incense stick, and threw it out. The firecracker went off, and everyone scattered before gathering back together.
The streets and alleys were filled with the laughter of children and the sight of adults carrying large and small bags as they visited relatives and friends.
Looking out the car window at the bustling scene, Ruan Xianxian thought, "How can I let my grandfather spend the first day of the new year alone in the cell?"
A good granddaughter never lets her grandfather be lonely.
The car stopped at a station near the National Security Bureau. For the rest of the journey, Ruan Xianxian found a quiet place, took out her bicycle from her spatial storage, and continued on her way.
It's still that same cell and that same street.
After taking an invisibility potion, I walked through the main gate openly. Today, singing could be heard from inside the prison bars from time to time; it was the prison guards organizing activities for the prisoners.
It's easier to find death row inmates in solitary confinement. When Ruan Xianxian found Ruan Kangri, he was all alone, leaning against the corner of the cell.
His eyes were wrapped in gauze, his head was shaved, and he huddled in a cold corner, shivering, wearing a tattered prison uniform.
Due to his special physical condition and status as a death row inmate, he did not participate in the New Year's activities organized by the prison guards.
This also makes it much easier for grandparents and grandchildren to meet.
Separated by an iron fence, Ruan Xianxian deactivated her invisibility and took out the universal key she had bought in her spatial storage to open the cell.
Footsteps sounded, and Ruan Kangri stirred, his dry, hoarse voice rang out, "Who's there?"
He was the only one in the cell, and the prison guards would not open the door during cell rounds. Despite his current predicament, he remained vigilant.
“I said, I can tell you where Wanwan is hiding in Beijing, on the condition that the sentence is changed so that I can receive treatment. As long as you agree, I can tell you everything I know.”
Ruan Xianxian paused, her eyes filled with an unreadable emotion.
Now I finally understand why some criminals who deserve to be executed eight times are only sentenced to life imprisonment.
They have too many secrets that their superiors need to know.
Revealing a little bit every now and then will ensure your safety.
Even if a person is reduced to a prisoner, they should still be a useful prisoner.
Did Ruan Kang Ri mistake her for a national security interrogator?
She spoke softly, calling out, "Ruan Kangri."
"It's me." Ruan Kangri rushed towards the direction of her voice...
Ruan Xianxian curled her lips in a sarcastic smile. How much did he want to live, or how indifferent was he, that he couldn't even recognize her voice?
She stepped back, making sure he didn't touch a single hem of her clothes.
He pounced on the ground like a hungry tiger, slamming into it. He covered his eyes, which were bleeding again, and let out a small wail. Ruan Xianxian walked forward with shining eyes.
Call system: [Service, give me a bucket of live loaches, we need to give Comrade Ruan a fish spa.]
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