Chapter 381 What were we cutting this year?
After much persuasion, they finally got the He family mother and son to accept the money for the rice cakes.
Holding a large bag of steaming rice cakes, Mao Mao waved her little hand with difficulty to say goodbye: "Auntie, brother, goodbye."
"Goodbye, Mao Mao."
Mao Mao thought for a moment and said goodbye again: "Auntie, brother, Happy New Year."
There are still many days until Chinese New Year.
But the He family mother and son still smiled and greeted her, "Happy New Year."
The group walked away, accompanied by the aroma of rice cakes.
Mao Mao bent down and took out a piece of rice cake from the paper bag. She ate it as she walked, her little face round and chubby, and her little tuft of hair on her head swayed happily.
She said, her words slightly slurred, "Mother, it's New Year's!"
Mao Mao loves Chinese New Year.
She had new clothes and delicious food. Last year during the New Year, she went out to play with her brothers and visited the temple fair, where she saw a lot of excitement.
As the New Year approaches, Haicheng is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations everywhere. Mao Mao's eyes are also drawn to the bright red decorations, and she lingers in front of the stalls selling Spring Festival couplets.
"Maomao?"
Mao Mao pointed at the Spring Festival couplets, looked up at her mothers, and said, "I want these."
The first wife smiled and patted her head: "We don't need the ones from outside, let Asui write them. And for the paper-cut window decorations, let Ahong cut them for you."
"Um!"
The car stopped at the entrance of the Marshal's Mansion, and Mao Mao eagerly climbed down with a large bag of rice cakes in her arms.
"elder brother!"
The two older brothers, who were at home, immediately responded: "What?"
So each person was assigned a task.
One was writing Spring Festival couplets, and the other was cutting paper-cuts. They had done it once last year, so they were quite adept at it this year as well.
Mao Mao sat among her brothers, also holding a small pair of scissors and cutting away non-stop, her little feet swinging happily under the table.
Unlike the older women who need to draw outlines beforehand and cut along the lines, she had her own image in her mind. The little scissors swished and snipped, and soon, a paper-cut was finished.
Mao Mao put down the scissors, unfolded the cut paper, and held it up to show everyone: "Mao Mao made this!"
Everyone closed their eyes and exclaimed, "Great!"
"Mao Mao cut it really well."
"Look at this... how neatly the edges were cut."
Lou Yansui casually asked, "Mao Mao, what are you cutting?"
As soon as he finished speaking, countless pairs of eyes turned to him from all directions, trying to stop him.
But it was too late.
With her sweet dimples and bright, expectant eyes, Mao Mao held up her paper-cutting artwork even further so everyone could see it more clearly.
The adults tried their best to avoid meeting her bright eyes, pretending to be seriously studying the piece of paper in their hands.
The big white cat jumped onto the seat next to it, flicking its fluffy, soft tail behind it: "Meow~"
Is it...is it a cat?
Lou Hongjian looked at the paper-cutting artwork in his sister's hand, which had nothing to do with either realism or abstraction, and racked his brains to copy last year's answer: "Mao Mao has the best relationship with cats, so it must be cats!"
Big white cat: "Meow~"
Everyone relaxed: "Yes, yes, it's a cat."
"This cat got a really good haircut."
"Look at this, it has a beginning and an end, it looks quite professional."
"Our Mao Mao has improved so much compared to last year!"
A barrage of praise overwhelmed the little girl in the house.
Mao Mao gradually withdrew her hand. She looked down at the piece of paper in her hand, then looked up at the adults in front of her, her big eyes filled with confusion: "It's a little bird."
Everyone: "..."
Meow~~
The atmosphere briefly froze.
Lou Yansui cleared her throat and changed the subject: "Mao Mao, would you like to try writing Spring Festival couplets?"
"hold head high?"
Mao Mao immediately turned her little head, her eyes lighting up: "Mao Mao, write?"
“Yes, you’ve started recognizing characters this year, and your writing… well, it’s not wrong.” Lou Yansui unfolded a blank Spring Festival couplet. “You still can’t write calligraphy, let your brother teach you.”
"Hurrah!"
Lou Yansui made way, and Mao Mao squeezed in.
She looked curiously at the calligraphy brush her brother had used, and tentatively picked it up. Her hands were small, and she couldn't hold the brush properly, gripping it like a spoon.
Lou Yansui held her small hand and guided her to write the first word: "Like this... Yes, don't use too much force, Mao Mao, gently... but not too lightly either."
After writing a few words, he let go: "Mao Mao, try the rest yourself."
Mao Mao nodded her little head and nodded.
She lay on the table, writing carefully stroke by stroke as her brother had taught her. Lou Yansui stood behind her, occasionally giving her a reminder. Without his help, Mao Mao's large characters began to fly around haphazardly.
Lou Yansui hesitated whether to remind her, glancing at Mao Mao. From his angle looking down, he couldn't see Mao Mao's expression, only the black whorl of hair on his sister's head and the plump cheeks, like a little mochi overflowing.
Lou Yansui's hands were itching to touch it; her fingertips could almost feel the soft, delicate texture.
He immediately forgot his previous thought and praised with wide eyes, "Mao Mao wrote so well! Next, write the character 'spring'."
Mao Mao wrote with even more enthusiasm, heaving and gesturing.
When Lou Dashuai and the others returned home, they saw a brand-new Spring Festival couplet pasted on their front door. The strokes were messy and there were characters at the front, but several small handprints inexplicably appeared at the back.
Everyone smiled knowingly.
Looking to the side, I saw the familiar paper-cut window decorations on the window.
Not just one, but five in total. The five oddly shaped paper-cut window decorations were crowded together, attracting a lot of attention.
Having learned from last year's experience, Lou Dashuai was confident this time and spoke up before his sons could: "Mao Mao cut five cat haircuts this year? That's great!"
Mao Mao was completely bewildered: "Daddy, it's a little bird."
Lou Dashuai's laughter stopped abruptly.
Lou Feng raised his hand, made a fist, and coughed lightly to cover his mouth, then said in a serious tone, "Yes, it's a little bird."
Lou Heming chimed in, "We can tell they're birds at a glance."
The two brothers bypassed their father, picked up their sister, and coaxed her, "Dad's eyesight isn't good, don't listen to him."
"Mao Mao wrote Spring Festival couplets and made window decorations today. Thank you for your hard work, Mao Mao."
Mao Mao said happily, "Brother, I also saved some delicious rice cakes for you."
"Thank you, Mao Mao."
"I knew Mao Mao liked her brother."
Mao Mao: "I like my brother~"
Commander Lou: "..."
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