She was thinking that if she wanted to write it well, she should take two days; otherwise, if she kept writing, her hand would get sore and her handwriting would change.
"No, his grandfather set a rule that once you start writing, you can't stop until you finish, and the characters can't be distorted."
Jiang Yu was a little surprised to hear this; she hadn't expected such a thing to happen.
"Of course, there's no punishment. It's just that if his grandfather can't stand it anymore, he'll write it himself." Grandma thought she had scared her granddaughter-in-law.
"So that's how it is."
Jiang Yu's gaze returned to Chen Cixiu, looking at him with expectant eyes.
Chen Cixiu said to the old man, "Grandpa, don't put such a big label on him. If he doesn't write it well, you'll have to write it yourself."
Everyone burst into laughter.
"Stop being sarcastic, come on, start writing."
Chen Cixiu stood there, the red paper for the couplets held by his youngest siblings to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.
Jiang Yu saw a tradition unique to the Chen Cixiu family.
After he finishes writing a couplet, someone will come and comment on how well it is written, scrutinizing every stroke and hook.
Then people will discuss whether the couplet is good or flawed.
If it's not good enough, they'll change the couplet on the spot and rewrite it.
Professor Wu brought over some fruit. "Mom, Yuyu, have some fruit."
Jiang Yu turned around and saw her mother-in-law. She picked up a piece of fruit, put it in her mouth, and nodded, "Mmm, Mom, this is delicious."
"Isn't it delicious? My aunt grew these herself."
This aunt is Professor Wu's sister.
"My aunt also grows fruit?"
Jiang Yu asked in surprise.
"She planted fruit trees on the wasteland behind her elementary school, which no one was using. The students even helped her look after it."
After Professor Wu finished speaking, he looked at Chen Cixiu, who was writing furiously, and said, "It seems that this kid hasn't neglected his calligraphy all these years."
Jiang Yu nodded.
When she was at home, she saw the calligraphy written by Chen Cixiu, and it was hard to imagine that a young man could write it.
Magnificent and grand.
Jiang Yu's collection of contemporary calligraphy may not even be comparable to Chen Cixiu's.
Pride gradually filled her eyes.
The old man actually wanted to find fault so he could show off his skills, according to the old woman.
She said that her grandfather wanted to tell the children that he was still as sharp as ever.
But to his surprise, after Chen Cixiu wrote down these ninety-odd couplets, he couldn't get involved at all.
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