Chapter 227

A Chou can't understand what is the "butterfly's work", but he knows what is the life, day and night. What's more, if there's such a display of joy and joy, a Chou blushes at the moment. Looking at the red couplet in front of her, she only feels that her heart is warm. She encircles herself from the back by Zhong Mingwei, puts her chin on her shoulder, and the man's breath is on At the ear side, a fiery breath made ah Chou's ears red.

"Do you like it?" Zhong Mingwei asked softly, with his mouth close to ah Chou's ear.

"Where is such a spring festival couplet? You are so unruly..." Ah Chou blushed and sheepishly, dodging the man's lips and tongue, and said in a low voice, "where are you like Spring Festival couplets, rather like..."

"What does it look like?" Asked Zhong Mingwei gently.

It's like a couplet when someone is doing a wedding.

Only in this way, ah Chou can't speak out. Ah Chou is so shy that he plunges into the man's arms as soon as he turns around and rubs himself inside. At the same time, he is coquettish and says, "can you do without telling me? Will you stop asking? "

"OK, but I have to ask for some benefits..." Zhong Mingwei said softly, and lowered his head and covered his red lips.

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Zhong Mingwei continued to write spring couplets for the gate, the side room, the outer hall and the kitchen, as well as several pairs of big lucky characters. His characters are really good. Rao Chou doesn't know any calligraphy, but he also thinks that men's characters are good-looking, just such good-looking characters, but he never wrote on red paper, let alone any spring couplets. Zhong Mingwei wrote while writing This is the first spring festival in his life, the first real spring festival, and the first spring festival with his little girl.

He didn't have to go into the palace to greet the Empress Dowager and the emperor in the dark, or sacrifice in the ancestral temple, or worship in front of the empress Zhenxian, or worry about the congratulations to the Empress Dowager and the emperor, or watch the tired songs and dances and eat the cool imperial meals in the huge Hall of Taihe.

At this moment, he and a Chou, like the ordinary family's little couple, are happily preparing to keep the year.

He wrote Spring Festival couplets on the small table. Ah Chou sat cross legged and cut the window flowers. The sunlight came in through the window paper, which filled with warmth and peace.

"Can you cut paper?" Zhong Mingwei was surprised to see ah Chou holding the scissors and cutting paper flexibly on the paper.

"Yes," said ah Chou, looking at Zhong Mingwei with a smile, "generally, people who can do embroidery work will cut paper. Usually, there are many kinds of embroidery, naturally."

"What are you cutting?" Zhong Mingwei pointed to the window flowers she was cutting and asked ah Chou.

"You'll know later." Ah Chou whispered, keeping his head down and cutting the paper carefully.

"OK," ah Chou put down the scissors and unfolded the window flowers gently. He sent them to Zhong Mingwei and asked, "do you know what kind of pattern this is?"

"This is..." Zhong Mingwei looked at a pair of men and women with curved smiling eyes and round head and round brain on the paper-cut, hesitated and said, "he he and he are two immortals?"

"Do you recognize it?" Ah Chou's face suddenly turned red to the bottom of his neck, and he murmured, "I thought you guys didn't understand these things at all..."

"Well cut what and he two immortals?" Zhong Mingwei circles ah Chou in his arms with a smile, and at the same time he reaches up and kisses her blushing cheek. He laughs and asks, "I heard that people cut window flowers with the words of blessing. How can you cut the two immortals of harmony?"

"If you could write such a shameful couplet, I would not be allowed to cut a two immortals of harmony and harmony?" Ah Chou is dissatisfied, mumbles and looks at Zhong Mingwei, but he is still embarrassed. He looks at the he he two immortals on his palm and whispers, "otherwise If I don't post this, I'll cut it all over again... "

"No, just paste this. I like he he Er Xian best," Zhong Mingwei said, pointing to he he Er Xian, smiling and saying to ah Chou, "girl, you see this man is like me and this woman is like you."

"Bah! It's not like that. I look much better than her. "Ah Chou refused, but he couldn't help laughing. He took two bites on the man's chin and laughed at the same time." but when we get old, maybe it will be like this. Then you can't abandon me. "