Chapter 594: Random Ideas (Page 1/2)
Huo Qingyan carefully helped his mother sit down on the soft sofa, then turned around and said to Huo Yingzi, who was sitting next to him, "Zizi, please move over a little to make some room for grandma to warm herself by the fire."
Huo Yingzi raised her head when she heard the voice, and when her eyes fell on her grandmother's body that was so thin that it was almost unrecognizable, an inexplicable fear surged in her heart.
She shrank involuntarily and quickly slid to Song Jingjing's side like a frightened little rabbit, snuggling tightly against her legs. At the same time, she lowered her voice and timidly said, "Mom, please put my brother down and hug me."
However, Song Jingjing was busy holding her young son in her arms at the moment and had no time to pay attention to her daughter's request. She could only respond helplessly: "Zizi, please sit down and be good. Mom is taking care of your brother right now."
Seeing her granddaughter so afraid of her and dodging away, Xiao Ya couldn't help but feel a little sad and bitter in her heart, but she still tried hard to hide her inner feelings of loss, and forced a slightly bitter smile at the corner of her mouth, thinking that today was New Year's Day and she couldn't spoil everyone's fun.
At this moment, Huo Yining came out of the room with a smile, holding another couplet written by his brother.
At the same time, Huo Li followed closely behind and slowly walked out of the room.
He first looked around, then fixed his gaze on Huo Qingyan and gave instructions in an orderly manner, "Qingyan, quickly go and mix some glue. Before we eat, quickly put up these couplets."
After hearing his grandfather's instructions, Huo Qingyan quickly walked to the table.
When his eyes fell on the neatly arranged couplets on the table, he was instantly attracted by the majestic and powerful handwriting in front of him, and couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement:
"Oh my! Who wrote this couplet? The writing is so majestic, vigorous and powerful! Ningning, could it be that this couplet was written by you?"
Huo Yining turned around and looked at Huo Qingyan with a smile, "Second Uncle, this couplet was written by my brother."
"I thought you wrote it?"
Huo Yining replied modestly: "Second Uncle, my calligraphy is still not perfect. I need to learn more from my younger brother."
Huo Qingyan didn't expect his nephew to be so modest, so he told him, "Ningning, go to the next door and scoop some flour. I'll use boiling water to make some paste."
"OK."
Huo Yining went next door to get flour, and Huo Junshan came out of the room with Huo Yian.
As soon as Huo Yian saw his grandmother sitting on the sofa, he hurried forward to greet her, "Grandma, you're here? Would you like some tea? I'll make it for you."
Xiao Ya waved her hand. "No, I'm taking medicine and can't drink tea. An An is really amazing. You wrote those two couplets on the table, right?"
Huo Yian nodded, "Yes, my mother said that my brother and I have good handwriting, so she bought some red paper for us to write the couplets ourselves."
Huo Junshan brought a chair over and let his father sit down first. Then he plopped down next to his wife and said, "Xiaoya, our An'an's handwriting is really good. It looks like a master's style."
"Really? An An is very good at painting, and I didn't expect that he is also good at calligraphy."
"An An is talented in calligraphy and painting, and Qing Ci even found a master to teach him."
Song Jingjing suddenly became interested and interrupted, "Dad, which teacher did Big Brother hire for An An? Can he teach our Yi Chen?"
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Huo Qingyan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile, and said contemptuously: "Jingjing, look at our Chenchen, he is still writing with a pencil.
The characters are all crooked and twisted, just like a bunch of tadpoles crawling on the paper. You actually want to ask a master to teach him calligraphy? This is ridiculous! "
Hearing this, Song Jingjing immediately retorted, "But An An is only fourteen months older than Chen Chen. Why can An An learn, but our Chen Chen can't?"
Huo Qingyan shook his head and patiently explained, "You don't know, An An went to school when she was less than five years old, and she started learning to write before she even started school.
Not only that, this child skipped a grade after going to school, and he indeed has extraordinary talent in painting and calligraphy.
"Our son is only a year younger, but he's just started school and is learning to write. Even if we send him to a calligraphy master, I'm afraid he might not be willing to accept him."
At this moment, Song Jingjing noticed that her parents-in-law were all looking at her. She couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. She forced a smile on her face and said softly:
"Well, our Chenchen is still young, so let's wait until he grows up a bit before we teach him calligraphy.
But it doesn’t matter, he can still learn accordion or piano from the masters in the art troupe.”
Huo Qingyan widened his eyes and looked at his wife in surprise. He could never have imagined that she actually planned to let their son learn piano!
Regardless of how difficult it is to learn the piano, just thinking about it will tell you that learning the piano requires a lot of practice time.
He was so busy with work and daily life that he couldn't spare the time to take his son back and forth between the teacher's house and his own home. This was simply an unsolvable problem!
At this moment, Huo Qingyan had an idea and said, "In a few days, I will go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a harmonica for my son and let him learn to play the harmonica from me.
This way, it’s convenient and affordable, and my son will even have a chance to perform on stage next year on Children’s Day!”
Huo Junshan, who was standing by, heard this and interrupted, "I can play the erhu. If Chenchen is interested, he can come to me anytime to teach him!"
However, Song Jingjing frowned and looked unhappy. What's the point of playing the erhu?
Those were skills beggars used to make a living! Her son was going to study abroad, so he had to learn an elegant instrument like the piano!
Song Jingjing rolled her eyes at Huo Qingyan, as if blaming him for giving such bad advice that caused her father-in-law to join in the fun.
"Our Chenchen has long fingers, so it's perfect time for him to learn piano."
As soon as she finished speaking, Huo Yingzi suddenly asked innocently, "Mom, what is a piano? Can you eat a piano?"
Song Jingjing poked Huo Yingzi's forehead with her finger and said, "Eat, eat, eat. All you know is eating."
Little crybaby Huo Yingzi pouted and cried, "Wuwuwu, Mom, you hit me again. You said you wouldn't hit people during the New Year, so why did you poke my forehead? Can't I just stop eating the piano?"
Xiao Ya, who was sitting nearby, couldn't help but sigh. "Ah! Zizi, why are you crying on New Year's Day? Jingjing, Zizi is still young. It's understandable that she hasn't seen a piano before. Just talk to her properly. Why did you poke her forehead?"
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