Wordless Love [Rebirth]

Sure enough, as Zhao Lingyu said, in just a few days, the Haicheng blood exchange meeting came to an end, showing unprecedented peace in the calm.

If the new team wants to conquer the hearts of the people, it is inevitable to manage from top to bottom. During such a happy event as victory, they are always smiling to everyone.However, these have nothing to do with Meng Chilang.

On the last day of working in the company on time, there was a meeting, and his father also rarely attended and gave out red envelopes to the company.Meng Chilang looked at his father and said, "You just pick the easiest and pleasing thing to do, right?"

The one who gave out the red envelopes was their beneficiary. This is really beautiful. After working so hard for half a year, his father got all the benefits. The worst thing is!He didn't even get the red envelope!

"Yo, are you not happy? Not happy with you taking away the position of chairman."

This irresponsible attitude made Meng Chilang so angry that he almost slapped 'hehe' on his face!

At the age of 29, the Meng family did a big cleaning. Meng Chilang followed his parents to the nursing home and took the two elders back home. He earnestly advised them to invite all the younger generations of the Chi family to come home for a lively New Year's Eve.

Meng Chilang's move was suspected of running away from home, but the facts proved that his decision was very correct.

The Zhao family is busy at this time, the old man's generation is the most supportive of traditional customs, the New Year's goods are big purchases, Meng Chilang just arrived at home, and he met the melons and fruits in festive colors on the fruit plate, Ask the old man to sit down, say a few words, put a candy or a piece of fruit in his hand, and let him eat with a smile like a coaxing child.

If it wasn't for Zhao Lingyu's rescue, he would have been able to fill up his stomach before eating.

In the afternoon, the Zhao family began to gather together. Needless to say, the family couplets, such as the festive characters posted everywhere in the house, were all written by the head of the family, Mr. Zhao, even the "every year is more than" on the bathtub and on the vines in the yard. The "good years and full years" to be posted will not be left behind.Write it in advance with the cut red paper, and paste it with joy before the New Year’s Eve dinner on New Year’s Eve. The taste of the year will be enough.

It was the first time Meng Chilang had seen such a battle.

Of course, his family also posted door couplets. When he was in Shencheng, he asked the old people in the family to write them and take the ready-made ones to post. In the past two years in Haicheng, he bought them outside. Although there are many tricks, the old man The simple black letters on a red background are far behind.

He couldn't bear to follow the old man curiously to watch, his neck stretched out so long, the old man was very proud when he saw this, and he wanted to show Meng Chilang as he handed over the brush.

Meng Chilang shook his head like a rattle, he couldn't write with a brush.Is it okay to write ugly?Whoever said that, that person would be ashamed.

It was Uncle Dong who couldn't bear to embarrass the old man on a whim, so he called him to him and cut the red paper with him.In this regard, his hands are dexterous, after all, it is the craft of eating, although it is not technical, it may help him and make him happy for a long time.

When he came back to his senses, he asked him to cut out a stack of red paper by category, more than half of what was needed.Naturally, no one would remind him of this. Seeing that he couldn't take time off, he asked him to watch the cook cut window grilles and stickers. Meng Chilang learned quickly. Cut out elk, dragon and other patterns, and it coincides with the Year of the Rat, so all kinds of cute and unique paper-cuts with the characters of "mouse hugging blessing" came into being.

He was fast, as if changing tricks, and attracted everyone's attention. Not to mention Zhao Lingyu who was grinding ink for the old man, even the old man himself couldn't help being curious, so he simply threw the brush to his grandson and asked him to take responsibility, and ran away by himself Past to join in the fun.

Meng Chilang also became a little master and taught it to the old man himself. Unfortunately, the old man doesn't have such a root of wisdom. He cut a few pieces of paper, and his beard is about to stand up. He said it was a woman's thing. Meng Chilang was not allowed to play anymore, that waywardness could be called Meng Chilang's laughter.

He was also happy and relaxed, and ran back to Zhao Lingyu without saying a word.

Ever since he saw that Zhao Lingyu had replaced the old man's pen, he had thought of various ways to come over and have a look.Zhao Lingyu's font is a bit less correct than the old man's, and it is as fierce and powerful as the natural momentum that is very restrained in front of him but cannot be hidden.

Meng Chilang's adoring eyes made Zhao Lingyu indescribably proud, and he turned a deaf ear to the old man's angry voice. No man could resist his lover's admiration, and Zhao Lingyu was no exception.

After he finished writing a sheet, Meng Chilang took it away carefully, and put it down to dry gently, treating it like a treasure, for fear of breaking it.Zhao Lingyu stopped writing and asked him: Do you want to give it a try?

Of course I do.

Meng Chilang was eager to try, but the old man was still watching. He had rejected the old man before, and if he accepted Zhao Lingyu now, wouldn't it be a demolition of the old man? He dared not.

Zhao Lingyu didn't care about this, took his hand, wrapped him in his arms, taught him the correct pen-holding posture, and then held his hand, leading him to write the word "Happy" stroke by stroke.

Meng Chilang was engrossed for a moment, but he didn't realize that he was in front of the old man in the Zhao family's old house. His eyes only looked at the strokes of the brush, and he was very happy when he wrote a complicated ancient character.

After writing a few pieces of paper, Meng Chilang thought it wasn't that difficult, so he wanted to do it himself.Zhao Lingyu also followed him, and saw that his left hand was propped on the writing table, and his right hand was holding the brush and struggling with the ink tremblingly, and he didn't remind him that his posture was wrong.

The old man looked very happy, just like when his little grandson Chenchen just followed him to learn the brush, with both hands lying on the table, holding his exclusive small brush to draw on the paper I have to describe it, and I still have a serious face.

He looked at it, and suddenly understood why his deserted grandson had been so nice to Chenchen for the past two years. Not only his eyebrows and eyes, but also his stubborn and lively energy were somewhat similar to his own granddaughter-in-law. place.

But soon, Meng Chilang had a bitter face.

That handwriting is so soft that it can't support the slightest muscle and bone, which is perfectly normal. Meng Chilang doesn't know how to write traditional Chinese characters. It is certain that this couplet will have a little less charm, but his forehead will bleed. He was sweating, just holding a pen in his hand alone was completely different from when Zhao Lingyu was helping to hold it. He couldn't use the strength in his hand, and he was shaking violently like shaking a sieve.

Facing a failed product, his face was so ashamed that it almost turned the color of red paper.

Too difficult to serve.

Meng Chilang turned his head and pursed his mouth, showing a tendency to compete with himself.

Zhao Lingyu couldn't stand the way he was being wronged, even if he made up for it himself, kissed his forehead, and said to his lover who was going to be 28 years old against his conscience: "It's the first time I wrote it like this, it takes a genius to do it." To, most people can't compare.

He completely forgot that when his little nephew Chenchen wrote for the first time, the paper was framed by his brother-in-law on the living room at home in a font that everyone praised when he met him. His little nephew was only less than four years old at the time.

This time he taught Meng Chilang wholeheartedly, so he didn't have to drag his hand with so much strength, and let him use his own strength to write.Although it was just a few words, Meng Chilang's arms were sore, but he held his breath and gritted his teeth to write it down.

Unexpectedly, after so many times, when he wrote by himself, he really wrote a word that looked very beautiful. He was so proud immediately, and without thinking, he turned around and gave Zhao Lingyu a kiss of appreciation.

I was taken aback, and suddenly thought of the old man and the others, and turned to look over, but there were no other people there. I don't know when, these elders had wisely vacated this space for these two young people.

Meng Chilang himself blushed, but the sweet and sour warmth in his heart flowed wantonly, making a stunning smile spread out from the corner of his eyes.

Meng Chilang wrote down a few masterpieces, admired them for a while, and forced Zhao Lingyu to remember to destroy them, otherwise it would be more than a simple embarrassment.

Zhao Lingyu nodded, but when Meng Chilang returned home after the year, he found that his home had become a waste recycling bin for his masterpieces, and there were two couplets and horizontal scripts written by the old man on the wall facing the gate. The words 'Lianli twins' made Meng Chilang's eyes reddened.

This festive red color obviously looks out of place under the European-style decoration, but Meng Chilang is very satisfied.These are all things to say later, now that Meng Chilang has finally tasted something new, he doesn't do anything anymore, his hands are sore, and now he has written satisfactory words to prove his IQ, so he doesn't want to suffer anymore.

Zhao Lingyu nodded his face, saying that his face was stained with ink.

Meng Chilang didn't pay attention, he wiped it subconsciously, and a big black ink was drawn on his fair face.He frowned, seeing that Zhao Lingyu seemed to be taking pleasure in other's misfortune, rolled his glass-like black eyes, and laughed at him speciously: "You still talk about me, you have it on your face too, I'll wipe it off for you."

Zhao Lingyu tried his best, but he didn't do much, allowing him to successfully add an ink mark on his face.

Meng Chilang was proud. Seeing him acting like he was messing around with him, he boldly tapped the ink with his finger to draw on his face. He didn't know what he was going to draw. What does it look like.

He didn't notice that there was a person standing outside the house who put down his hand knocking on the door. Uncle Dong saw Zhao Lingyu hugging him and smiling as he let Meng Chilang play around. With a smile on his old face, he went back to tell him to remind him. Old man having dinner, wait a little longer.

However, Zhao Lingyu saw him and let Meng Chilang have enough fun, so he mentioned that it was time for dinner. The two of them cleaned their faces before appearing in front of the elders.

In the evening, the old man was still reluctant to send him away, and said that his grandson was not up to date, how long it had been, and he hadn't been taken down yet, why couldn't his grandson-in-law stay at this house for the New Year.

Zhao Lingyu said: Soon.

The old man said: next year.

So the grandfather and grandson happily reached an agreement without Meng Chilang's knowledge.