It was nearing the New Year, and Cloud City was bustling with people. Workers from other places went back to their hometowns to buy new year goods. The streets and alleys were crowded with people. In the past year, only at this time could Cloud City have such a lively scene.
Every household was buying new year's goods and posting couplets. The same was true for Hillside Villa.
Since Samuel came back, Tian Ling'er came to the hillside villa almost every day, as if she had regarded Hillside Villa as her home.
Yvonne and Gina returned home, they were taking inventory of the items.
All kinds of nuts and candies were prepared to be eaten after the New Year's Eve dinner to watch the Lian Huan party.
"Samuel. Why don't you write this year's couplets?" At this moment, Yan Jun smiled and spoke to Samuel.
Yvonne heard this, he asked Yan Jun in surprise, "Grandpa Yan, can Samuel write couplets?"
"Of course." Yan Jun smiled proudly and said, "His handwriting has been practiced since he was a child. All the couplets of the Hannigan family were made by him."
"This is the only thing that I can participate in during the Hannigan family's new year. Moreover, I cannot let Nangong Qianqiu know about it." Samuel spoke bitterly. The things that he had done in the past years were all secretly arranged by Yan Jun. This caused Samuel to feel like he was participating in the new year. "Brother, is there anything you can't do? You can even write calligraphy?" Tian Ling'er came close to Samuel and asked curiously.
"There are many things that you don't know about. For example, I was worried about how to get you home. I've never thought of a good reason like that," Samuel said with a smile.
Tianling’er pouted and walked to Yvonne. She took Yvonne’s hand intimately and said, "Sister Yvonne, look at him. He wants to drive me away. Can you teach him a lesson for me?"
Yvonne didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This little girl was so smart that she would always ask Yvonne for help every time she suffered a loss from Samuel.
"Alright, I'll help you teach him a lesson later," Yvonne said.
Tian Ling’er raised her head at Samuel with a proud face, full of provocation.
Samuel shook his head helplessly. Yvonne was helping this girl. There was nothing he could do.
"Since you have nothing else to do, cut a piece of paper. It can be regarded as a contribution." Samuel asked Tian Ling’er.
"Yes, but you have to give me two Spring Festival couplets. Samuel's couplets are hung at the door. How awesome would that be!" Tian Ling’er said with a smile.
When everything was ready, Samuel raised his pen. All the people in the house put down what they were doing and went aside to watch.
No one had seen Samuel writing before, except Yan Jun.
At this moment, Gina was most curious about this. In the past, she had thought that Van Jun was the one who had personally written the couplets. However, she did not expect that all of this was actually done by Samuel. She still remembered that the couplets were neatly written. It was as if they were written by a master. Hence, she began to doubt whether Samuel could really do it.
Samuel, who had not used his pen for a long time, inhaled a deep breath of air. He drew the pen and slid it across the bright red paper. This scene once again caused Yvonne to fall into the charm of Samuel.
She didn't expect Samuel to have the demeanor of a master. She was fascinating.
Tian Ling'er opened her mouth wide. She was as beautiful as an iron painting and as beautiful as a silver hook. These were the
adjectives that she could think of.
They were a match made in one breath, dazzling the eyes.
"I haven't been writing for so many years. I'm still a bit rusty. Let's start again," Van Jun said to Samuel.
Samuel did not hesitate to remove the couplets that he had just completed. This was the strict requirement that Van Jun had placed on him. Samuel had wasted an unknown amount of paper when he was young. At this moment, he felt as though he had returned to the past.
As long as there was a flaw in a word, Van Jun would let him start from the beginning.
"It's good, isn't it? You guys don’t want it, keep it for me." Tian Ling er quickly and carefully put away the couplets written by Samuel, for fear of any damage.
"I'll give you a better one later," Samuel said with a smile.
Tian Ling'er said as if she had found a precious treasure, "For me, this is already the best. I want it."
Samuel took a deep breath once again, and his strokes were as vigorous as a dragon’s. This time, he did not stop and completed his strokes. It was obvious that his strokes were better than before, whether in terms of the level of writing or the completion.
However, Yan Jun still wasn't satisfied. He requested Samuel to come again. Such a harsh requirement was something that even Gina couldn't bear to watch.
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