You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

"Wonderful—."

The morning of New Year's Eve.

As soon as Sheng Mumu came out of the bedroom, he heard Qi Shaobai's voice from downstairs.

He leaned on the railing on the second floor and looked down.

In the living room, the old lady and Qi Shaobai were writing Spring Festival couplets together.

The paperweight is pressed on the upper edge of the red broken gold spring couplet paper.

The old lady rolled up her sleeves and swished her pen.

The golden ink is full of brilliance, falling on the paper with the movement of the pen tip.

The pen is powerful and retractable.

Strong yet soft.

Sheng Mumu looked adoring and hurried downstairs.

Stand in a row with Qi Shaobai, turn into an old lady fan girl, and join the ranks of the boasting group.

She had seen Qi Shaobai's calligraphy in the garden square last time.

At that time, Qi Mo told her that Qi Shaobai learned calligraphy from the old lady when he was a child, and learned some superficial things.

See you today.

Only then did Sheng Mumu realize how precise Qi Mo's words were.

Compared with the old lady's handwriting, Qi Shaobai's three-legged kung fu can only be called "fur".

While thinking about it, the old lady had already rolled up her sleeves and put down her pen, looking at the newly written Spring Festival couplets with a satisfied face.

Upper couplet: I wish to pray for a good harvest with the meaning of snow

The next couplet: Prosperous age and spring, all things new

Horizontal batch: Fuxiyingmen

"Wow!"

Qi Shaobai seemed to have discovered something, suddenly exclaimed and pointed to the table.

"Grandma, you hid your name in the Spring Festival couplets!"

The old lady nodded her forehead with a smile, and praised: "You are so smart."

Qi Shaobai analyzed it:

"The word 'Pray' in the first couplet is similar to Qi, and the second couplet has the word 'Sheng'. It looks like our family's Spring Festival couplets, so it fits—"

Sheng Mumu's eyes widened in surprise.

Never thought that her name would be included in the Spring Festival couplets.

"It's not just for the big one and Mumu." The old lady smiled kindly, looking at her great-grandson, "The little one also has your name, look for it."

Qi Shaobai raised his eyebrows happily: "Where is where?"

"I found it!" Sheng Mumu replied quickly, "Xueyi, Bai, Qi Shaobai."

"That's right~" The old lady smiled deeper.

At this moment, Qi Mo pushed open the study door and walked down the stairs casually.

Sheng Mumu glanced at him and waved to him, "Grandma wrote the Spring Festival couplets, come and see."

When the man walked down, Sheng Mumu said solemnly:

"This Spring Festival couplet was written by my grandma. My classmate Xiao Qi and I stood by and cheered. We can barely count as participating in the creation."

She paused for a moment, then looked up at the man with a handsome profile.

"As a member of the family, you can't escape labor, and you have to contribute."

The man was silent for a few seconds when he heard the words, and then spoke slowly:

"Then... I also write a copy?"

He slowly understood what Sheng Mumu meant.

Raise your hand to get the brush.

As soon as she reached out, her wrist was pressed down by a white and slender hand, and Sheng Mumu's slightly naughty voice came:

"How can there be such a cheap thing, what you have to do is hard work—"

Sheng Mumu pointed to the gate of the villa with his chin, and ordered:

"Go, put up the Spring Festival couplets."

Her rational and vigorous appearance is very similar to the landowners who squeezed the sweat of the working people in the old society.

Qi Mo: "..."

On the side, the old lady and Qi Shaobai were stunned.

Silently exchanged a look.

Brain waves are transmitted silently.

The old lady was surprised at first, and then she bent her eyes again: It's been a long time since I saw you, it's the first time I've seen the older one being sent to work, oh hehe.

Qi Shaobai stood up straight, raised his chin: I am different, I have seen it many times, and I am no stranger to it.

Just when the grandparent and grandson were sighing, the handsome man in the center of the topic raised his eyebrows.

The tone was gentle, and the ending sound hooked a smile to respond:

"Okay, I'll post it."

After getting the answer, Sheng Mumu nodded in satisfaction.

Holding up the Spring Festival couplets with dried ink, go out.

When passing by Qi Shaobai, he stopped and jokingly said:

"What a big boy, go and move the chair, and help your old father by the way."

Qi Shaobai happily replied: "Okay."

Qi Mo's walking movements froze for a few seconds.

Keep going.

……

at the gate.

Qi Shaobai leaned on the back of the chair, looked up at his father posting Spring Festival couplets.

The old lady and Sheng Mumu stood a little further away, looking at the overall situation and commanding the direction.

"Left, higher."

"Turn to the right, eh, yes, post!"

After pasting up the Spring Festival couplets, Qi Mo got off the chair and stood beside Sheng Mumu.

Looking at the door, he raised his hand to wrap her shoulders naturally.

Spring Festival couplets are pasted on the gate of a villa decorated in a modern style, and it is inevitable that there is a sense of disobedience.

But it does not affect the taste and joy of the year.

Just like the four people in the courtyard, the blood relationship is weak.

But it doesn't matter at all, they are a family.

From the bottom of Qi Mo's heart, there was a ray of stability that he had never had before.

Wrapped around the chest, layers of warmth surged.

present moment that can be seen.

the future imaginable.

All are warm colors.

He subconsciously held her shoulders tighter.

The palm of his hand lightly stroked her delicate porcelain shoulders.

Sheng Mumu turned her head and praised without hesitation:

"It's well pasted."

Everyone participated in posting Spring Festival couplets, so that the words on them were no longer just empty words, but given more concrete meanings.

Thinking of this, Sheng Mumu's eyes lit up with a smile.

……

In the afternoon, Cheng Zhuo and Qiao Li came over together.

Cheng Zhuo carried the gift box with both hands.

Big and small, there are six or seven bags of abalone and ginseng wings.

After putting down the things, Cheng Zhuo took out two boxes of game cards from his body.

Before I had time to change my shoes, I yelled inside:

"Qi Shaobai, my uncle brought you a New Year's gift."

Qi Shaobai was accompanying his grandma to watch the collection of past Spring Festival Gala sketches, while Ge You lay paralyzed on the sofa.

As soon as he heard that there was a gift, a carp jumped up.

"what gift?"

Taking the game card in Cheng Zhuo's hand, Qi Shaobai looked at it front and back with great interest, and read the game introduction in English.

He didn't notice the bright light in Cheng Zhuo's eyes at all.

ok.

Qi Shaobai is interested in game discs.

Cheng Zhuo's inner os: plan to pass.

A few days ago, Cheng Zhuo pondered for a long time.

Why the same uncle.

Why is Qi Shaobai's evaluation of his elder brother so different from his evaluation of him?

Think before and after.

Maybe he didn't show his expertise in front of Qi Shaobai.

Well, it must be so.

In high school, my eldest brother was often busy with work and was not at home. He always stayed at home alone, cleared various games, and was the king of games in a few blocks nearby.

Taking the gift of the game card as an opportunity, he showed Qi Shaobai his game talent far beyond ordinary people.

Not a bad idea.

"Let's learn from each other?" Cheng Zhuo smiled brightly, and hooked Qi Shaobai.

Qi Shaobai nodded casually, and said casually: "Okay, let's go."

……

a few hours later.

Feng Yaoqin walked towards the door of the recreation room, knocked on the door and raised his voice:

"Xiao Cheng, Shaobai, stop playing, come out to eat, hurry up."

"Yes." A cheerful voice said.

"Okay." A voice was slightly frustrated.

After a while, the entertainment room door was pushed open.

Qi Shaobai ran to the restaurant with a relaxed pace.

Cheng Zhuo walked slowly, patted the back of his head and followed behind, with an expression on his face that he couldn't figure it out.

Weird.

No matter how much his level drops, he still won't be able to lose to this fluffy kid like Qi Shaobai.

what happened.

What exactly is going wrong.

While wondering, Sheng Mumu came out of the kitchen and passed by.

Holding a few cans of grape flavored soda that Qi Shaobai likes to drink in her hand, she looked at the silly brother with a melancholy face, smiled and sighed.

Consolation: "Fool, it's no shame to lose to Xiao Qi."

Cheng Zhuo looked up, half understanding: "?"

Sheng Mumu looked over to the dining table.

At the end of the line of sight is Qi Shaobai's thin and straight back.

That back figure always concealed a vague stubbornness and aloofness in the past.

Now, the shoulders relax naturally.

Sitting between the old lady and Qi Mo, Qi Shaobai proudly announced:

"I just played a game with my brother-in-law and won five games in a row!"

Sheng Mumu withdrew her gaze, lowered her long eyelashes to cover the pain in her eyes, raised the corners of her lips, and smiled.

Said to Cheng Zhuo in a low voice:

"In terms of clearing the game alone, the ability to play with yourself, he may have learned it earlier than you."