Chapter 237: People’s aesthetics are not the same】

Seeing that Ye Qingyue had no intention of explaining, Ye Mei did not ask.

She knew that her little sister would not want to talk about things, and no matter how much she asked, she would not get an answer.

Even if she used tough measures, she would be perfunctorily dealt with, so it was better not to ask.

After Ye Mei left, Ye Qingyue moved a chair and a small stool, took out the exercise book and started to practice.

She secretly communicated with the system to transfer the heating in the space villa to the real room.

Soon, the room was warm.

This is also the reason why Ye Qingyue stayed to accompany her mother and grandmother.

Since she couldn't persuade them, she might as well join them.

With the heating in the system space, the two of them would not be frozen.

"This stove is really useful."

Ye Qingyue heard Li Qi sighing in between practicing questions. She smiled but said nothing, hiding her achievements and fame.

The memorial tablet is not difficult to make. With Ye Xianghong's craftsmanship, she worked until late at night and had already made a prototype. She only needed to polish, engrave, paint, and finally do some fine work before it could be used.

Li Qi also drew a two-inch portrait and said that he would go back to the Jiang family tomorrow and ask the old man to find some connections to get a tombstone.

Although she disliked this son-in-law who had abused her daughter, there was nothing to say since the person was dead. If

the daughter wanted to bother with these funeral matters, then let her be happy.

"Qingyue, go back to bed."

After Ye Xianghong finished her work, she found that the little daughter was still in the room with her, doing the questions with her head down. "The lights are dim at night, which is not good for your eyes. Write tomorrow. Mother and your grandmother also need to go to bed."

"Okay."

Ye Qingyue nodded, packed up her things and went back to her room.

Ye Xianghong and Li Qi had already washed up, and now they only needed to wash their hands and soak their feet.

"The stove doesn't seem to be as warm as before."

When returning to the room, Li Qi felt that the room was much colder.

"It will be warmer if you sleep in the quilt."

Ye Xianghong thought that she had been working all the time, so her body was naturally warm. Now that she was idle, she felt cold.

"It was still comfortable in the room when Qingyue was here just now."

Li Qi muttered, and lay down with the lady, and fell asleep in a daze.

...

The next day, Ye Qingyue accompanied Li Qi back to the Jiang family. Old Master Jiang took Ye Yong's portrait and went to find an acquaintance to buy a cemetery for the tombstone.

Ye Xianghong stayed at home and continued to polish the spirit tablet.

After working for most of the day, the spirit tablet was finally finished, painted, and placed in a dry place for ventilation.

After making the memorial tablet, Ye Xianghong discussed with several children and chose a small room in the backyard as the mourning hall and began to decorate it.

Although somewhat reluctant, Ye Mei and Ye Feng still helped Ye Xianghong to buy the things needed for the mourning hall and decorate it.

After solving this important matter, the family finally began to prepare for the Chinese New Year.

As early as a few days ago, the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year in the capital became strong, and the children's laughter was more frequent than before.

People who went to Beijing to work returned home, and those who were busy in other places returned to Beijing. It was very lively coming and going.

The smell of salt wafted from the homes of neighbors.

Ye Qingyue's house is large, but there are few people, but it does not prevent the family from having a lively Chinese New Year.

Ye Mei generously bought a large stack of red paper, saying that she wanted to paste the word "Fu" on all the doors and windows of the house, and hang red lanterns on the trees in the yard.

Ye Feng helped cut the paper.

Ye Qingyue was in charge of writing. She had written neatly and beautifully since she was a child, and was deeply loved by the teacher.

When she was in junior high school, there was a teacher who liked to practice calligraphy. He thought that Ye Qingyue's handwriting was elegant, so he taught her for two years.

However, her family was poor before, and although Ye Qingyue got an old brush that the teacher didn't want, she could only dip it in water and write on the table, without the opportunity to show her talent.

In her previous life, when she was well off, she bought herself the four treasures of the study and insisted on practicing calligraphy. Although her calligraphy was not as elegant as that of the masters of calligraphy, it also had its own unique charm.

Pour water into the inkstone to grind the ink. When it feels almost done, Ye Qingyue spreads out a square piece of red paper, picks up the brush, dips it in ink, and writes the word "Fu" in cursive.

Ye Mei passes by and takes a look, revealing a look of disdain: "Why is your word "Fu" missing strokes? It looks a bit messy, can't you write it more neatly like you usually do? A square word looks better on the door."

Ye Qingyue: "..." People have different aesthetics.

"I think this word "Fu" is well written, second sister, can I put this on my door?"

Ye Feng took a look at this and immediately fell in love with this freely written word "Fu".

Ye Qingyue gave him an admiring look that said "you are a good kid" and nodded, "Okay."

Then, she took some old newspapers that she didn't want, wrote a few "Fu" characters in different styles, and asked the family members to choose. The

ones that were chosen would write "Fu" in that font and paste it on their doors.

As for the "Fu" on the front door, the family members unanimously chose the roundest one.

Ye Qingyue said, "Sister, didn't you just say that it would look better if it was straighter?"

As a result, when Ye Mei chose the "Fu" character for her own door and the front door, she chose the round one.

"This one looks chubby and auspicious."

Ye Mei coughed lightly, her voice a little embarrassed.

"Translate it, sister likes cute ones." Ye Feng whispered to Ye Qingyue.

But the family was gathered together, so even the quietest voice could be heard.

Ye Mei chased Ye Feng around the yard, vowing to re-cast her majesty as an elder sister on this younger brother.

Listening to the quarrel between the siblings, Ye Qingyue calmly picked up the pen and wrote.

Li Qi watched for a while and suddenly said, "Qingyue, can you write two more? Grandma wants to take them back and paste them on the door."

"Okay."

Ye Qingyue nodded and said, "Do you want me to write another pair of Spring Festival couplets later?"

Li Qi smiled, "Of course it's good."

This little granddaughter is usually cold and aloof to outsiders, but she never refuses her family. She is so well-behaved that people can't help but want to love her more.

No wonder Gao Dongqing came to support the little granddaughter. She

is really loved by the elders.

Ye Qingyue finished writing the blessing characters needed for the family before preparing to write the Spring Festival couplets, but she was in no hurry to write and called the family over.

"What should I write on the Spring Festival couplets?" Ye Qingyue asked.

Ye Mei's eyes widened, her face full of horror: "You ask me?" How could she understand this! She had long forgotten the content of the Chinese textbook when she was in school.

Ye Qingyue: "..."

"Big sister, second sister means, what kind of content is better for Spring Festival couplets."

Ye Feng, with his cheeks rubbed red, reminded: "Spring Festival couplets generally have prayers for wealth, prayers for peace..."

After being "taught" by Ye Mei, he returned to his usual obedient appearance.

"Oh, so that's what you mean?"

When Ye Mei was at home, the Spring Festival couplets were all handled by Old Man Ye and his family. Who would ask for her opinion?

Her parents were not qualified to participate.

After marrying into the Wu family, her husband's family disliked her for being uneducated and would not bring her along when discussing this matter.

So, this was the first time Ye Mei participated in the discussion of choosing the theme for Spring Festival couplets.

"Pray for wealth."

Ye Mei was now thinking about making money, "But praying for safety is also important..."

Thinking of the first time she met Sheng Zhiwu, she learned that when she was out delivering goods, she also tied her head to her belt.

"It also means a peaceful and happy home." Ye Xianghong and Li Qi also expressed their opinions.

Ye Qingyue thought about it, took an old newspaper, wrote a few lines on it, and showed it to everyone, "How about this?"