My Ome, she gradually swells

Chapter 116 The Zodiac is New Again
January 31st.

The day before New Year's Eve.

When Wen Yu woke up in the morning, there were already sporadic crackling firecrackers outside.

It was slightly cold, but the atmosphere was warming up.

The living room was not cold, because the balcony door was closed tightly, and Sakamoto squatted on the side of the glass sliding door, looking outside.The bought chicken huddled in the corner of the balcony, terrified of the fat cat's eyesight.

"Sakamoto, go farther away, if you dare to eat it, I will dare to eat you."

Wen Yu shouted.

Sakamoto glanced back at him, made a very humane expression of reluctance, walked to the kitchen door with a meow, and looked at Mama Wen busy in the kitchen instead.

Mother Wen was washing the dishes and making preparations for tomorrow's New Year's Eve dinner.

Wen Yu also leaned against the kitchen door frame, yawning.

"Mom, Dad, why is there no one in the morning?"

Mama Wen glanced back, "Your dad is going out to buy new year's goods, and you have to buy some snacks and dried fruits."

Fu bowed his head again, and continued to say: "Are you hungry, let me cook some noodles for you?"

"Forget it, I'll eat some snacks and go straight to lunch."

"Snacks, how can you be full with snacks..."

"Yes, yes, I'm not hungry yet!"

Wen Yu ran away in a hurry.

Before taking two steps, I heard Wen's mother shout angrily: "If you are not hungry, go to Qiaoer's father next door. He is writing Spring Festival couplets. Ask him to write a few couplets. Post them first."

"Shouldn't the Spring Festival couplets be written tomorrow?"

"Qiao'er and his family have something to do tomorrow, let's do it today."

"Oh, okay."

Wen Yu checked the winter plums he bought, took another pack of Shaqima, and came to Fu Chengque's house while eating.

In the living room of Fu's family, there were red couplets spread all over the coffee table and the floor, and Father Fu and Fu Chengque were spinning among them, creating a lively atmosphere.

Fu Chengque noticed Wen Yu first, and shouted happily: "Wen Yu, come quickly, write Spring Festival couplets!"

Wen Yu greeted Father Fu first, "Uncle Fu is writing, my mother asked me to come to you to ask for some Spring Festival couplets."

Father Fu didn't raise his head, "Xiaoyu came over to help me grind ink, Qiaoer is really clumsy, she can't grind it well."

Wen Yu stepped forward quickly, and said to Fu Chengque, "Do you want to eat Shaqima?"

Seeing the girl shaking her head, she stuffed the snack into her mouth and swallowed it twice, then took the ink stone from the hand of the flat-mouthed Fu Chengque, and said with a smile: "Uncle Fu, your 'face' with this hand looks really good. Not bad. Vigorous and powerful, with a good momentum."

Father Fu glanced at Wen Yu, feeling a little proud, "You know now? You two were not willing to learn from me back then, but now the words you write are not much better than dog pee!"

"It's not too late, I'm here to see it now."

"Thicker the ink."

"okay."

While talking, Dad Fu wrote a couplet, blew it, put the couplet together, and said to Wen Yu, "Look!"

"Welcome to the new year with a splendid country, and bid farewell to the prosperity of the old year." Wen Yu read it out, and praised cooperatively: "Uncle Fu's handwriting is really beautiful."

Father Fu laughed out loud, while Fu Chengque muttered beside him: "Sycophant."

Father Fu moved his ears and frowned when he heard the muttering.

But he didn't get angry. Instead, he picked up the brush and brushed a few times, and published another couplet.

This time Wen Yu didn't need to open his mouth, he began to read by himself: "Lipin should think of a real gentleman, and reading requires hard work."

After reading, hand it to Fu Chengque, "Go, stick it on your bedroom door."

Fu Chengque's face immediately turned bitter. Looking around, his father's face was dark, and Wen Yu's face was gloating.

The empress was just grown up, her strength was weak, her voice was not loud, her arms couldn't twist her thighs, so she had to hum and chirp to post quickly.

Father Fu watched Fu Chengque finish posting, then turned to Wen Yu and asked, "What do you write in your family, do you have any ideas?"

"The gate, kitchen, and balcony should be normal. I want to post one in my own bedroom."

"Those are simple, what do you want to write in your bedroom?"

Wen Yu pondered for a moment, "There is no such thing as toast in Xuantan, and the zodiac is new again."

Fu Chengque came back and leaned closer and bluffed: "Ah, I don't understand!"

Father Fu was taken aback, groped for a while, and nodded, "This rare couplet is interesting. Xiaoyu, do you have any ideas? Tell me what you can tell my uncle, as an adult, I will definitely help you." you."

Wen Yu laughed, "It's not that serious, but I didn't know where I saw it before. It sounds good, and it's more appropriate to use it this year."

"It's quite suitable. This year, when you finish the college entrance examination, you will start another journey in your life." Father Fu looked at the two of them, his eyes became more gentle, "Working in university, falling in love and getting married, getting married and having children, one after another It's a round."

There seemed to be his voice in the slow words, "This couplet is pretty good, come on, press the couplet for me."

Wen Yu and Fu Chengque started together, one pressed the top and the other led the bottom.

Father Fu pondered for a while, then wrote.

After the couplets were written, Wen Fu and Wen Fu ran back and forth again, pasting couplets one by one.

The atmosphere of the Spring Festival was intensified several times after the red couplets were posted. After Fu Chengque pasted the banner of "The Years Are Tranquil" on Wen Yu's bedroom door, he looked satisfied.

"Mr. Wen, this is a good batch."

"Isn't it very elegant?"

Fu Chengque nodded again and again, "Yes, yes, it's a bit like your current temperament." While speaking, she saw Sakamoto entering the bedroom, so she also followed and found a place to sit down.

Wen Yu became interested, and tilted his head to look at Qingmei, "What kind of temperament do I have now?"

"Wow, it's a bit bland. It used to be like my mother's pork rib soup, with only radishes and water."

"Sparse rib soup?"

The girl said "uh" a few times, then thought about it and said, "It seems that you only have a pair of eyes, and you only see with your eyes, and your brain doesn't think."

"It's better now, as if someone added a little salt to you, and you have some taste."

"Your metaphor is really interesting, as expected of you."

She scratched her head.

Wen Yu laughed a few times, "What I said earlier makes sense. But I still have something to think about, maybe you haven't discovered it yet."

"Really?"

"For example, college life, I am looking forward to it."

"I look forward to it too!"

Fu Chengque was excited, and said again: "I have to go to my grandma's house tomorrow, I have to spend the New Year's Eve there this year."

"Is grandma okay?"

"It's okay, so take advantage of this year to have a very lively year together."

"When will it be?"

"The day after tomorrow, come back on New Year's Day."

"It's very good, tell me about it for me, just say that I miss her old man."

"Pfft, Wen Yu, you really look like a good baby in the eyes of adults now."

"That's not counting. Grandma is very kind to me."

"I know, I know!"

Fu Chengque hugged Sakamoto on his lap, and slowly stroked his hair.

There was no movement in the mission, and she couldn't guess what Wen Yu was thinking, and even the simplest thought of being hungry, full and tired couldn't be closed, no matter how hard she struggled, it was useless.

Done!

The task may not be completed.

She thought to herself, she had regrets in her heart, but she was not sad.

The girl got up, patted her buttocks, "I'm going back to have dinner!"

The figure shook, leaving behind a burst of fragrant wind.

Wen Yu looked away, feeling a little funny in his heart: I thought that Fu Chengque in this life was only innocent, but now it seems that she also has subtleties.

At least someone found him.

(End of this chapter)