Chapter 130 Someone Came to Deliver New Year's Gifts
Lou Yansui led her younger sister back to the table, where the brush and ink used to write the Spring Festival couplets had not yet been put away.
He spread out the paper for the Spring Festival couplets, and the long red paper covered the ground. Mao Mao, with her short legs, ran around and helped him flatten the paper.
Lou Yansui picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and thought for a moment before putting pen to paper. Instead of writing anything immediately, he said, "Mao Mao, shall I teach you how to write?"
"Writing?"
Mao Mao stared at him with her big, dark eyes, looking completely innocent.
She doesn't even know how to read, let alone write.
"It's very simple, Mao Mao, you do it."
Lou Yansui put down the brush, lifted her onto a chair, and let her stand on it. Then he placed the brush in Mao Mao's hand and adjusted her grip: "Hold it like this... right."
Instead of writing on the red paper, he took a piece of white paper, held Mao Mao's little hand, and guided her to write.
The soft brush landed on the white paper, leaving a streak of ink.
"MaoMao knows it," MaoMao immediately said. "This is one!"
"That's right, Mao Mao is really smart."
Mao Mao happily shook her little head.
Lou Yansui looked at the two little tufts of hair swaying on her head, and with a sudden thought, she took her little hand and continued to work on the character "一".
From the second stroke onwards, the characters are ones that Mao Mao doesn't recognize.
The new characters had many strokes, and after they were finished writing, the ink covered most of the white paper. When Lou Yansui stopped, Mao Mao looked at the large ink characters in front of her with a bewilderment.
The number of strokes in all the characters that Mao Mao recognizes doesn't even equal the number of strokes in the character in front of her.
She tilted her little head back and looked behind her: "Brother, I don't know Mao Mao."
Lou Yansui looked at the character "Yan" on the paper and her eyes curved into a smile: "This is my name. It is pronounced Yan, the 'Yan' of swallows."
"oh!"
Mao Mao shook her head: "Brother is a little bird~"
"What about Mao Mao?"
"MaoMao is the little bird's good friend~"
"Does Mao Mao know how to write your name?"
Of course Mao Mao wouldn't know!
Lou Yansui then took her small hand and slowly wrote the character "卯" on the paper.
"This is Mao Mao's name." Lou Yansui looked at the little girl's wide, round eyes. "This character has few strokes, making it easier to remember. When people learn to write, they always start by learning to write their own names."
Mao Mao exclaimed "Ah!" and her little face suddenly showed sympathy: "Brother, you've worked so hard."
With so many strokes in a name, it's much more difficult than just having a name like Mao Mao.
Lou Yansui: "..."
Indeed, when he first started learning, he had much more difficulty writing his name than other children.
Lou Yansui brought over a new sheet of white paper and let her practice her name on her own.
Mao Mao sat obediently in the chair, holding a calligraphy brush, and tried to write her name. The soft brush was difficult to control, and she didn't have much strength in her hand, so she quickly made a mess of the white paper.
Lou Yansui then took another pen, thought for a moment, and wrote Spring Festival couplets on red paper.
"A-Sui—"
Lou Hongjian called out from outside, "Have you finished writing? You're the only one left to finish."
Lou Yansui responded loudly, "All done!"
The Spring Festival couplets were laid out to the end, and after the ink on the paper dried, he bent down to pick them up.
Mao Mao hurriedly climbed down from the chair: "Brother, let me help you!"
She ran over, grabbed one end of the Spring Festival couplet with her little hand, stood on tiptoe and held it high, wanting to help her brother put it away.
Lou Yansui was startled: "...Mao Mao, wait!"
"hold head high?"
Mao Mao let go of her hand, leaving a pair of small, dark handprints on the newly written Spring Festival couplets.
"..."
Mao Mao blinked, looking innocently at her brother.
"...It's alright." Lou Yansui stared at the two small handprints for a moment, not bothering to destroy the words on them, and they even looked rather childlike.
Mao Mao's little hands are lucky hands; once her handprint is on the couplets, they are considered to have been blessed.
He took out the newly written Spring Festival couplets, and they were indeed very popular.
"Mao Mao helped too?"
"Look at these little handprints, how cute they are."
"This one is lovely; I think it's more interesting than other proper Spring Festival couplets."
"Let the old lady's cat come and leave another paw print."
Lou Hongjian volunteered: "I'll go catch it!"
The big white cat meowed in fright and transformed into a white streak of light, disappearing into the distance.
Everyone worked together to paste the Spring Festival couplets.
With several days to go before the Lunar New Year, they put up their Spring Festival couplets a few days earlier than ordinary households, eagerly anticipating the new year.
A car stopped in front of the mansion; someone had come to deliver New Year's gifts.
Zhang Jingshu directed the driver to unload the items from the car, and when she looked up, she saw the little girl standing in the yard.
She immediately waved in that direction and greeted him happily, "Mao Mao."
Hearing the sound, Mao Mao turned around and ran towards her: "Sister—"
"Haha!" Zhang Jingshu hugged the little girl tightly and gave her a warm kiss on the cheek: "Mao Mao, I haven't seen you in so long!"
Mao Mao said enthusiastically, "Sister, I haven't seen you in so long!"
"There's nothing I can do, my business is just starting out, and I'm very busy at the end of the year." Zhang Jingshu breathed a sigh of relief. Although her business was busy, she had a happy smile on her face: "However, the New Year is coming soon, so I can take a holiday and rest for a few days."
Mao Mao said with concern, "Sister, you need to rest more and don't overwork yourself."
"Haha, don't worry, my sister is in good health and will earn a lot of money for Mao Mao."
As a major shareholder of Zhang Jingshu's company, Mao Mao receives a large share of dividends every month.
Zhang Jingshu: "I saw it in the newspaper. Mao Mao donated a lot of money before. Has she spent all the money?"
As she spoke, she took out a small red envelope from her bag and stuffed it into Mao Mao's hand. "Here, I'm giving you New Year's money in advance. Take it and buy some candy."
Wow!
Mao Mao opened her eyes wide in surprise.
From childhood to adulthood, only my mother gave me New Year's money; last year, it was only a few copper coins.
Mao Mao said happily, "Thank you, sister!"
You're welcome, baby.
Zhang Jingshu exchanged a few warm greetings with her, when a fluffy little head popped out of the car behind them.
"Little sister Mao Mao." Zhang Jingsen leaned against the car window and greeted her, "Hello."
Since the kidnapping, Mao Mao has never seen Zhang Jingsen again. Even after a long time, she still recognizes him.
Mao Mao greeted obediently, "Hello, Brother Sen Sen."
“Little sister Mao Mao, do you want to go to the temple fair during the Chinese New Year?” Zhang Jingsen offered, “My sister said she’ll take me to the temple fair during the New Year, I’ll take you with me.”
"Need not."
Lou Hongjian had already rushed over and stood in front of his sister, looking at the chubby little boy in the car with a forced smile: "Mao Mao has a brother, I will take her to play."
Zhang Jingsen shrank back for a moment, then quickly said enthusiastically, "My sister said she'd take me home for the New Year. Little Mao Mao, would you like to come to my house for the New Year?"
Without Lou Hongjian needing to refute, Zhang Jingshu said first, "Sen Sen, Mao Mao is spending the New Year at home."
Zhang Jingsen: "Then..."
Zhang Jingshu shooed her brother back inside and then opened the car door for herself.
There were many things to do during the New Year. She also had to take her younger brother back to the Zhang family home for the holiday. It was getting late, and she hadn't finished her business yet. So she hurriedly said, "Mao Mao, I'll come find you to play after the New Year!"
"Sister, bye-bye!" Mao Mao said goodbye to her, "Sister, Happy New Year!"
"Happy New Year!" Zhang Jingshu glanced at Lou Hongjian again. In a good mood during the New Year, she nodded slightly to Lou Hongjian: "Third Young Master, Happy New Year to you too."
After saying hello, without waiting for Lou Hongjian's reaction, he got into his car and drove away in a hurry.
The car drove out onto the wide road, and a rickshaw drove in.
New guests have arrived with New Year's gifts.
This time, it was the eldest concubine's nephew. A young man got off the rickshaw carrying several gift boxes.
Lou Hongjian glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, but without saying hello, he picked up his sister and walked into the house.
He kept reminding me, "The New Year is a time for family reunion, not for spending it with outsiders, do you understand?"
"Didn't Mao Mao go home for the New Year with her brother Sen Sen?"
"Inviting others won't work either!"
"oh……"
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