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Chapter 63 At the beginning of Gengzi, the stranger who rushed to help (11)

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    Yu Wanfeng thought for a while, then shook her head: "I still don't want it, this matter is getting bigger, maybe someone will go to the information of Sister Xu. Their frontline medical staff have worked very hard, and they will come out to clarify this matter when the time comes.  It¡¯s not necessary. Let¡¯s talk to Lin Xiaowei in private and ask her to delete the video.¡±

    Shen Huaijin was still furious: "I watched Lin Xiaowei's other videos, and she also posted the one from yesterday's New Year's Eve dinner. We were all there at the time, and she dared to say that those dishes were made by her. I thought she was afraid that her family would worry, so she posted  I showed it to my family, but I didn't expect it to be for likes and fans. It's really shameless."

    The more Shen Huaijin talked, the more angry he became, and he slammed the scissors on the table.

    Yu Wanfeng smiled: "If you are angry, you will be angry. Did the scissors offend you?"

    "Now, I really want to drive Lin Xiaowei out of the inn." Shen Huaijin gritted her teeth, "But I'm not that bad. After driving her out, she has nowhere to go. Isn't she going to cry to death? The people of Wuhan are not so ruthless."

    "Yes, yes, yes," Yu Wanfeng shook her arm, "We, Huaijin, are the kindest and most soft-hearted. Alright, let's continue writing couplets, and when we deliver the food, we will talk to her about it.  Courtesy first, soldiers later."

    "good."

    Indignant, Shen Huaijin bowed her head and continued cutting the couplet paper.

    Zhong Chumian walked over steppingly, with a solemn face, and said: "Mr. Huo is packing his luggage."

    Shen Huaijin immediately dropped the scissors in his hand, breathed out the fragrance, and ran upstairs.

    Zhong Chumian was puzzled, and after asking Yu Wanfeng, he found out what had happened. He frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

    After Yu Wanfeng finished cutting the red paper, he began to grind ink.

    This inkstone was left to her by her father. Her father's handwriting is good, and she has all the four treasures of the study on weekdays.  Yu Wanfeng practiced calligraphy with her father when she was a child, but what she practiced was not the thin gold body, but the European style, which is square and upright, with strong stippling.

    Zhong Chumian sat beside her, seeing her skillful technique of grinding ink, curious: "Do you know calligraphy?"

    He didn't know about it.

    I just remember that she was bad at math.

    Yu Wanfeng nodded: "Well, I learned from my father."

    I see.

    Zhong Chumian smiled: "Are you going to write the couplet yourself?"

    Yu Wanfeng nodded.  This is not surprising. In previous years, she would write couplets with her father and paste them on the door.

    She remembered that her father disliked the couplets sold in the market, saying that the rhetoric was flashy and the content was superficial and tasteless.

    In fact, very few people care about the words and meanings of the couplets.  The couplet has been posted for a month, and maybe I don¡¯t even remember what was written on the couplet.  But Yu Zhichu cared, really cared.

    There is such a stubbornness in his bones, and the literati are noble.

    ?After Yu Wanfeng finished researching the ink, he washed the brush, dipped it, and wrote it all in one go.

    ¡¾Millennium welcomes the new year¡¿.

    There is no sense of literary elegance in the first couplet.

    Zhong Chumian frowned: "This is your Shanglian?"

    "Well, is it simple and easy to understand?" Yu Wanfeng was complacent.

    Zhong Chumian couldn't help laughing, stared at her writing for a while, and asked her: "Do you practice European sports?"

    "Yes, my father wants me to practice Mrs. Wei's Zanhua lowercase script, saying that Zanhua lowercase script is soft and beautiful, suitable for girls. But I don't like it. I like Ouyang Xun's calligraphy, which is square and square."

    Yu Wanfeng said with a smile, and was about to write the next couplet, but Zhong Chumian stopped her: "Didn't you agree to write couplets together last night?"

    Oh, and this thing?

    Yu Wanfeng thought about it, and there is indeed, it was mentioned at the New Year's Eve dinner.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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