Since Tian Ling'er came back from Han Sanqian, she came to the mountainside villa almost every day to play, as if she had already regarded the mountainside villa as her own home.

Su Yingxia and Shi Jing came home from shopping and were counting things.

All kinds of nut candies are prepared to be eaten after the New Year's Eve dinner, in preparation for the gala.

"Sanqian, this year's couplet, or you can write it." At this time. Yan Jun said to Han Sanqian with a smile.

Su Yingxia, who was counting things, heard this, and asked Yan Jun with a surprised face: "Grandpa Yan, Sanqian can still write couplets?"

"Of course." Yan Jun smiled proudly, and said, "He has been practicing calligraphy since he was a child. All the couplets of the Han family are from him."

"This is the only thing I can participate in during the Chinese New Year at the Han family, and I can't let Nangong Qianqiu know about it." Han Sanqian said bitterly. In the past, these things were secretly arranged by Lord Yan, which made Han Sanqian There is a sense of participation in the New Year.

"Brother, is there anything you can't do? You can even write with a brush?" Tian Ling'er moved closer to Han Sanqian and asked curiously.

"If you want to say no, there are many. For example, I am worried about how to drive you home. Isn't that why I haven't thought of a good reason?" Han Sanqian smiled.

Tian Ling'er murmured her cherry mouth, walked to Su Yingxia's side, held Su Yingxia's hand affectionately and said, "Sister Yingxia, look at him and want to drive me away, please help me teach him a lesson."

Su Yingxia couldn't laugh or cry, this little girl was a ghost, whenever she suffered a disadvantage from Han Sanqian, she would ask her for help.

"Okay. I'll help you teach him later." Su Yingxia said.

Tian Linger raised her head proudly at Han Sanqian, full of provocation.

Han Sanqian shook his head helplessly, since Su Yingxia helped this girl, there was nothing he could do.

"Since you have nothing to do, let's cut the paper and make some contribution." Han Sanqian asked Tian Ling'er.

"Okay, but you have to give me two couplets. The couplets written by Han Sanqian are hanging at the door of your house. How long are those?" Tian Linger said with a smile.

When everything was ready, the moment Han Sanqian picked up the pen, everyone in the family put down what they were doing and walked aside to watch.

Except for Lord Yan, no one had ever seen Han Sanqian write.

The most curious person at the moment is Shi Jing. She used to think that the couplets at home were written by Yan Jun himself, but Han Sanqian did all of this. She still remembers that the couplets are neatly written, as if they were written by a master, so She doubted whether Han Sanqian could really do it.

Han Sanqian, who hadn't written for a long time, took a deep breath. One tick and one stroke on the bright red paper, this scene once again made Su Yingxia fall into Han Sanqian's charm.

I didn't expect Han Sanqian to be so masterful when he picked up the pen, which fascinated people.

Tian Ling'er has grown a small mouth, with silver hooks painted on iron, and brilliant pens, these are the adjectives she can think of.

A pair of couplets is completed in one go, making people dazzled.

"I haven't started writing for so many years, and my level is still a bit rusty. Let's start again." Yan Jun said to Han Sanqian.

Han Sanqian withdrew the newly completed couplet without hesitation. This was Yan Jun's strict requirement on him. When he was a child, Han Sanqian didn't know how much paper was wasted. At this moment, Han Sanqian felt like returning to Arrived before.

As long as there is a word flawed. Lord Yan will let him start all over again.

"Isn't this very good, you don't want it, keep it for me." Tian Ling'er quickly and carefully put away the couplet written by Han Sanqian, for fear of any damage.

"I'll give you a better one later." Han Sanqian said with a smile.

Tian Ling'er is like a treasure. Said: "For me, this is already the best, I want it."

Han Sanqian raised his spirits again, and his writing was astonishing. This time, there was still no stagnation, and it was completed in one stroke. Whether it was the neatness of the font or the degree of completion, it was obviously better than before. JrNovels.com