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Chapter 64 At the beginning of Gengzi, the stranger who rushed to help (12)

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    Yu Wanfeng looked at the first couplet and asked Zhong Chumian: "Do you want to write the second couplet? Are you also practicing European sports?"

    "It's not that European style can't be written?" Zhong Chumian laughed.

    This is strange, how to write the same couplet if they are not in the same font?

    Before Yu Wanfeng could say "no", Zhong Chumian took over the pen, evened the ink, and wrote with spirit.

    [Auspicious snow heralds a good year].

    It is willow body.

    "Yanjin willow bone", the willow font is thin and hard, and the characters are upright.

    Yu Wanfeng carefully picked it up and looked at it.

    After reading it, I realized that Zhong Chumian's handwriting is much better than hers.

    She pursed her mouth and was not convinced. She thought that Zhong Chumian was a few years older than her, and it was understandable that she could practice calligraphy better than her, but she heard Zhong Chumian say: "I have practiced for a few years, but I haven't practiced well yet. I'm laughing at you."

    Yu Wanfeng was completely wilted.

    She said sullenly: "The upper and lower characters are different, wouldn't it be weird?"

    Zhong Chumian asked her back: "Do you think it's important?"

    "It's nothing important."

    Yu Wanfeng didn't care too much, put down the couplet, unfolded another piece of red paper, held a pen and thought: "What do you write in the horizontal script?"

    After thinking for a long time, I lowered my head and wanted to write: "Is there more than every year?"

    In the end, I still didn't start writing, but handed the pen to Zhong Chumian: "Come and write, your handwriting is beautiful."

    Zhong Chumian did not refuse, took the pen, bent over, straightened and steady.

    ¡¾Health every year¡¿.

    Yu Wanfeng's eyes trembled slightly.

    "Healthy every year." She read those words softly, only feeling an indescribable emotion in her heart.

    ? The millennium welcomes the New Year, and the auspicious snow heralds a prosperous year.  Be healthy every year.

    I only wish everyone to be healthy every year.

    She smiled: "When it's dry, let's paste it up." After thinking about it, she picked up the scissors again and started cutting the window grilles.

    Really versatile.

    Her window grilles weren't cut very well, but they looked good. At any rate, it could be seen that this one was a butterfly, this one was a five-petaled flower, and this one was a Pisces.

    She also tried to cut a little mouse, saying that this year is the Year of the Rat, and cutting a little mouse should be appropriate for the occasion, but it still failed.

    Yu Wanfeng carefully unfolded one of the window grilles, the light from outside the window shone in, making the red paper a bit bright.

    She recalled the past.

    "When I was in the first year of high school, the head teacher was from Shaanxi. He said that in Shaanxi, window grilles would be cut and pasted during the Chinese New Year. At that time, we had a music class a week. The music teacher had a bad voice for a while, and the head teacher wanted to switch to a Chinese class.  , was opposed by us collectively, so he gave us music lessons in person. But his singing is really ugly."

    Zhong Chumian smiled: "Mr. Xiong? His singing is really bad."

    Yu Wanfeng didn't expect that Zhong Chumian also knew about it, and asked in surprise, "You also know Mr. Xiong?"

    "I know. He also taught me Chinese in my freshman year of high school."

    Teacher Xiong not only loves to teach Chinese, but also loves to sing, but he sings very badly.  After singing twice, Zhong Chumian couldn't stand his torture, so he deliberately missed two major math problems in the monthly exam, dragging his ranking from the first place to the fiftieth place abruptly.

    At that time, Mr. Xiong was not Zhong Chumian's head teacher.

    The homeroom teacher was so frightened that he hurriedly talked to Zhong Chumian, who said lightly, listening to the music made her mentally unstable.

    The class teacher was furious and asked him what song he was listening to.

    What song is it?

    Of course it is the song sung by Mr. Xiong.

    From then on, Mr. Xiong didn't dare to sing in Zhong Chumian's class anymore.

    Yu Wanfeng didn't know about these things. She was just a kid at that time, and she was still fighting with others carefree in junior high school.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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