Chapter 65 Please forgive me
With the help of the housekeeper.
The 'hahahahaha' couplet was finally posted on the gate of the villa.
Han Zhan took out a new one, walked over to Shi Yin, and said jokingly, "Wife, let's go and tape the side door. Trust me, I have experience, it won't be crooked."
Shi Yin ignored him, squatted down to pick up the pasting tools, and quickly followed the housekeeper in front of him, "Uncle Han, I'm going to the house to cut window paper-cuts. Can you teach me?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Let's go."
"Sir, he—"
"He has experience now. He is going to put Spring Festival couplets on all the doors of the villa." Shi Yin said.
housekeeper:"?"
Before the housekeeper could speak, Shi Yin pulled him into the house. The woman's hurried steps were enough to prove how speechless she was with Han Zhan during the long twenty minutes of pasting Spring Festival couplets.
A cold wind blew.
Shi Yin was no longer in sight.
Han Zhan coughed lightly twice, handed the Spring Festival couplets in his hand to the servant next to him, pretended nothing had happened, and walked leisurely into the villa.
The other side.
Without Han Er in the way, Shi Yin quickly learned how to make entry-level paper-cuts under the guidance of her housekeeper. She held a pair of scissors in her right hand and red paper in her left, carefully sketching the lace according to the pattern given by the housekeeper.
The double happiness character has become half.
Shi Yin raised her eyebrows slightly and showed her results to the housekeeper: "Uncle Han, is that so?"
"Absolutely, I'll just need to revise the edges a bit."
"oh oh."
Shi Yin sat cross-legged on the carpet, listening attentively. She took back the red paper and was about to continue cutting when Han quietly floated over again. She heard his voice first, then caught a glimpse of the corner of his clothes: "Wife, you cut it beautifully."
"You're not going to put up Spring Festival couplets anymore?"
"That thing has no technical content, so I won't post it."
Shi Yin rolled her eyes.
No one paid any attention to him.
She looked down at the paper-cut window decoration in her hand that was almost formed, and she felt more and more satisfied. Before she could start again, Han Zhan suddenly sat down beside her, imitated her, took a pair of scissors and a piece of red paper, and came in front of her: "Wife, teach me."
"Let Uncle Han teach you."
"Uncle Han's cutting patterns are too difficult. Yours is suitable for beginners."
"Then wait until I finish cutting it."
"no problem."
He agreed readily.
It instantly became quiet and silent.
Shi Yin glanced at him, unconvinced he would be so obedient. Her suspicions were correct. For the next seven or eight minutes, Han Zhan kept talking, constantly pointing at her paper cuttings and remarking on how she could do such beautiful work on her first try, her hands incredibly deft. He would then lean over to her face, remarking on her long eyelashes, which resembled little fans. He also said her skin was so beautiful, her pores invisible, and asked how she maintained it.
Shi Yin inhales.
Sucked again and again.
After taking countless deep breaths, she finally finished cutting the double happiness character. She put down the scissors and slowly unfolded the half-folded red paper. A hollowed-out "囍" character appeared before her eyes.
First time cutting paper-cuts.
Take a photo as a souvenir.
Shi Yin put down the "囍" character in her hand and stood up to get her phone upstairs. Three minutes later, she returned to the living room and, as she walked in, typed a message to Mo Li: "The housekeeper taught me how to cut an exquisite "囍" character. I'll take a picture of it for you to see."
Molly: "Okay!"
After replying to the message, Mo Li waited and waited for a long time, but Shi Yin still didn't send her any photos: "Haven't you finished taking the photos yet?"
The phone vibrated.
Shi Yin stood there without bothering to read the message.
Her almond-shaped eyes were fixed on the man sitting on the carpet, and on the half-cut "囍" character he was holding. Under Shi Yin's judgmental gaze, Han Zhan's lips twitched, and he said tentatively, "Wife, if I say it split in two on its own, would you believe me?"
"Han, Zhan!"
"I'm sorry, wife." Han Er immediately admitted his mistake with a sincere attitude: "I just wanted to take a look, so I picked it up gently. I didn't expect the scissors to press on it, and the moment I picked it up, it broke."
Shi Yin was about to cry.
He turned around and ran to the kitchen where the housekeeper was, shouting as he ran: "Uncle Han, please take care of Han Zhan! He ruined the wedding window paper-cut that I just cut. It took me half an hour to cut it. Uncle Han——"
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Shi Yin didn't speak to Han Zhan the whole afternoon.
Han Zhan came to her with the crooked window paper-cuts he had made himself, and begged her to teach him how to cut out a beautiful "囍" character like hers. She ignored him, turned around and followed the housekeeper to prepare New Year's Eve dishes.
Han Zhan washed a plate of her favorite cherries, peeled two apples, arranged them into her favorite bunny shapes, and placed them on the coffee table in the living room. When she entered the house, the servant asked her to have some fruit. Shi Yin nodded gently and reached out to take the cherries, but saw the bunny apple that only he could peel. Knowing that the fruit plate was made by him, she immediately withdrew her hand.
evening.
It wasn't completely dark yet.
Shi Yin finished her work at the company and closed her laptop when she saw a message pop up on her phone. It was from Han Zhan. She glanced at it and vaguely saw the words "outside the window".
She ignored it.
Turn off your phone.
Get up and go downstairs.
As she passed the French window, Shi Yin paused for some unknown reason. Standing in front of the window, she gazed out at the vast expanse of white in the backyard. Han Zhan, dressed in a black coat, caught her eye. He walked through the snow, leaving numerous footprints. From her height, they looked like a large number: "687 (Sorry)."
There is a new snowman in the middle.
Holding a white flag.
Silently saying: "Wrong, wrong."
Shi Yin was amused by him, her eyebrows raised and she laughed out loud. She turned back to the sofa, picked up her phone, opened the chat box with Han Zhan, and took a real-time photo of Han Er and the snowman outside the window, typing and sending it: "The snowman is so ugly."
Han Zhan replied immediately, "Who is that annoying man in black next to the snowman?"
Shi Yin: "He's a nuisance."
Han Zhan: "How dare he make my wife angry? I'll find a time to deal with him!"
Shi Yin: “Support.”
The other party entered it several times.
But no message was sent.
Just when Shi Yin was about to say something, Han Zhan's message, which had been edited many times, popped up: "Wife, can you please forgive me? /starry eyes emoji/"
He doesn't fit into this cute meme.
Very inconsistent.
It doesn't fit his personality.
Shi Yin was so amused the moment she saw the winking, soft, cute kitten emoji. She pursed her lips, a smile crossing her face that she wasn't even aware of. Her slender fingers tapped the keyboard as she replied, "Cut out a window paper-cut with the character for '囍' and give it back to me."
…
Shi Yin's reply was essentially to give both parties a way out.
I didn't really want Han Zhan to cut a wedding character window paper-cut.
The next day.
It was snowing lightly on the morning of the twenty-ninth day of the lunar year.
Shi Yin went downstairs at eight o'clock as usual and walked down the stairs. After a few steps, the scene in the first floor hall suddenly caught her eye. She was stunned. Looking at the countless paper cuts, she stood there for a long time without moving a step.
The faint light of morning light shines in.
The light and shadows are dim.
She seemed to see Han Zhan sitting on the living room carpet, cutting window paper-cuts all night long. From the crooked patterns at the beginning, he cut them until there was no flaw at all.
Shi Yin walked into the living room.
Passing through countless paper cuts.
On the chaise longue sofa where she often lay, there was a most beautiful red double happiness window paper-cut.
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