The actor's cannon fodder ex-husband is reborn

New Year's Eve.

The atmosphere of the Spring Festival in country M is not very strong, but fortunately, it is a good year for their family to get together.

Yesterday, I took Qiu Kaidi back home, and the treatment made the old lady lose a lot of hair every day. Compared with before, her image has indeed dropped sharply. It is a pity that Qiu Kaidi is a very delicate woman, especially In days like the Spring Festival.

She was still wearing a black hat when she was discharged from the hospital, and she changed into a wig during the Chinese New Year. Her hair was neatly coiled behind, and the old lady still looked slender and attractive.

Qiu Kaidi came out and said, "This hair is not as good as my own hair."

Jian Ansheng walked beside her, and echoed, "You look good, so this hair looks good too."

Qiu Kaidi rolled his eyes at him, but Lian Shang put on a smile instead.

Jian Nan was waiting in front of the car in front, saw the two of them getting off, and waved: "Dad, Mom, here."

Jian Ansheng helped Qiu Kaidi over: "Is this Mr. Robin's car?"

That day, we made an appointment to go shopping in Chinatown together. After the [-]th year, Robin was more active than anyone else, and he didn't have the restraint of a son of a family at all. He wanted to come and go shopping in Chinatown together. The mood was very firm.

Jian Nan saw Qiu Kaidi specially wearing a red festive dress, and praised: "Mom, you are so beautiful."

"It's a bit big." Qiu Kaidi looked festive, but he must carry it: "Next time I have to change my clothes."

Jian Nan suppressed a smile, and learned from Jian Ansheng: "You are beautiful, and you look good in anything you wear."

For those who celebrate the new year, the purpose of the family is to make her happy.

They all sat in the car, and Robin introduced them to the scenery along the way as he started. What was surprising was that although country M did not have the legal holiday of the New Year, there were many things that were only available during the Chinese New Year on the streets along the way.

At first glance, it seems quite old-fashioned.

Robin said: "This section of road is very close to Chinatown. I have always been looking forward to Chinese culture."

"Yes, Mr. Robin has a lot of research on Chinese culture." Jian Ansheng interjected later: "Nan Nan, you can chat. I heard that your university is in the same school."

Jian Nan's eyes widened, a little surprised.

Robin's eyes were a little erratic, and he felt a little guilty: "Well, I'm a few years older than you, and I'm considered a senior."

Senior?

Jian Nan became more interested: "How old are you, I may have an impression. In fact, I also felt a little familiar with this name just now, maybe I remember it."

"..."

can you not remember

Li Chuan and I are in the same class!

Robin licked his lips and decided to pass casually: "I should be three or four years older than you. You just entered the school when I was here."

That should match Li Chuan's age, I don't know if they recognize each other.

Jian Nan was thoughtful, but still smiled: "It should be, after all, senior, you entered school earlier than me."

Robin secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Jian Nan had given up on asking.

Chinatown arrived soon, and the Chinatown of country M was not so close yet. There was a lively sound of music beating gongs and drums from the intersection. From a distance, it sounded festive and full of familiarity.

Jian Ansheng said, "Is it the flower team?"

A group of them walked forward along the way and finally caught up with the lion and dragon dance team. The whole team was very festive and lively. Sweets and money, the little ones follow suit, very cute.

Robin sighed, "Great."

Jian Luo was also affected by this atmosphere. He stood on the side of the street and watched the team approaching, and involuntarily applauded and cheered up the performers.

Qiu Kaidi said: "It's been a few years since I saw a lion dance."

"Making it lively." Jian Ansheng always comforted her: "If you like it, let's come again next year."

Qiu Kaidi smiled.

Promises about the future are always desirable.

Someone in the lion dance team was distributing candy and coins. When passing by, Jian Nan saw a parabola falling from the air, and he subconsciously caught it.

The palm of the hand feels a little hard to the touch. When you open your hand, it is a candy wrapped in colored paper. The small candy exudes a crystal clear light in the palm of your hand. It looks very cute.

Jian Ansheng took a look: "This shows that the new year is sweet."

Robin next to him asked curiously: "Then what if I catch a coin?"

"This means..." Jian Ansheng paused, and made up an impromptu one: "It means that the new year will bring a lot of money, and there will be more than enough money every year."

Robin smiled. He put away the coins and said with sincere emotion: "It's still a Chinese festival. If you come to participate, you can get rich for a year."

"..."

This is also unnecessary.

Today's Chinatown is extremely lively. The whole street is decorated with lights and festoons. Street vendors are selling Spring Festival couplets and door stickers. When a group of people walk to a stall, an old man is selling Spring Festival couplets.

Jian Ansheng said: "I haven't bought it for my family this year, so buy some and post it back?"

There were also many foreign friends around the stall, some of them didn't know Chinese men, and they came here purely to join in the fun.

Jian Nan stood aside and said, "Old man, how do you sell this couplet?"

The old man saw that their family was of the gentle and elegant school, and said with a smile: "It's cheap, it's cheap, but I also have blank couplets to write on here. If the writing is good, I will not only give free Spring Festival couplets, You can send fireworks for free."

Jian Nan's eyes lit up.

He likes fireworks very much, very much, because fireworks are very bright and beautiful, and he is a lover of sparkles, so he likes them very much.

Jian Ansheng felt that there was no problem at all, and he said, "Nan Nan, write one?"

Mr. Robin was very curious, and he added a little interest to Jian Nan: "Mr. Jian, so you can still write Spring Festival couplets?"

As a son who is very interested in ancient Chinese culture, he is very interested in any ancient Chinese history. When he heard that Jian Nan was going to write Spring Festival couplets, he was the first to get excited.

Jian Nan asked for a pen from the old gentleman, and said to Robin by the way: "I understand a little bit."

The foreign friends around saw that someone was writing Spring Festival couplets, and they couldn’t help but come over. They were also very curious about these Chinese things:

"What is he writing?"

"omg it's not writing Spring Festival couplets."

"This Spring Festival couplet is very difficult to write, maybe it's just for fun."

While everyone was talking, their bodies were still very honest and they wanted to squeeze over to see.

Jian Nan, who was standing by the table, dipped the brush in water and started to write. His handwriting was fluent, and his horizontal strokes were vigorous and powerful, which did not match the immature appearance at this age. They all said that seeing words is like seeing people, But Jian Nan's brush calligraphy is more sharp than what he looks like.

People around gradually widened their eyes.

A Spring Festival couplet has been completed, the handwriting is not yet dry, Jian Nan slowly wrote down the pen, he picked up the Spring Festival couplet, but there was applause from around.

"it is good!"

"Great!"

"It's beautifully written!"

The foreign friends are very enthusiastic and generous in their praise. Although they don't understand Chinese, they know that it must be very powerful.

Even the old gentleman asked: "How many years have you learned brush?"

Jian Nan said: "I haven't learned it specially, I have practiced with the elders in the family."

"Okay, okay."

Because the couplets written by Jian Nan were very good, the stall owner gave him some free fireworks for him to take back, and the foreign friends around actively wanted to take photos with Jian Nan.

For Jian Nan, he only cares about one thing: "You can take photos together, but you can't take photos of my family and friends."

Everyone else nodded in agreement.

There were quite a few people who came to take a group photo, and everyone stood beside Jian Nan and took a few pictures of the Spring Festival couplets that had been written before leaving.

When the crowd was almost gone, more than half an hour passed, Jian Nan put away the Spring Festival couplets dumbfounded: "Let's go, continue shopping for a while."

"it is good."

Country M here is still beaming, and someone on Twitter over there has already posted a video, which reads: [Chinese little brother, writing is beautiful! 】

After a while, this video became live. Many foreigners were very interested in Chinese history and culture, so they liked and forwarded it one after another.

The hot topic of the video has increased, and naturally, it has been seen by more people. It is generally difficult for domestic artists to gain popularity abroad, and they cannot find opportunities, but Jian Nan does nothing. A pair of Spring Festival couplets quickly became popular on Twitter.

"His writing posture is so handsome."

"Is it written in Chinese Kung Fu?"

"This little brother looks good!"

If the video becomes popular, there will naturally be people who overturn the wall, and Chinese people in country M will see it. They didn't care at first, but they realized it after watching it twice.

"Why does this look familiar?"

"Be confident and remove the seeming."

"This, isn't this who it is!"

Twitter slowly moved to Chen Weibo, enthusiastic netizens never lacked time to chat, and soon #见南春联#, an inexplicable hot search, was on the hot search list.

Although there are very hot searches on Weibo, the other side is completely different.

Li Zhai

Nuo Da's mansion was quiet, Li Chuan came out of the room, rubbed his head, leaned against the railing on the second floor, and called out: "Mama Wu."

No one responded.

Film Emperor Li frowned, went downstairs and looked around, and was almost sure that there was no one in the house and it was clean.

?

Just when he was about to make a phone call to ask, he finally found a note on the coffee table of the sofa. The handwriting on it was very wild and somewhat uninhibited:

Son, your father and I went to country M to look for Nannan, and Mama Wu, we are also on vacation. Remember to turn off the water and electricity when you go out. Go and play wherever you like.

This time I was very arrogant, and I knew it was written by Dongfang Qiyun at a glance.

Li Chuan squinted his eyes, read the note again from beginning to end, and finally confirmed that he was—abandoned by the whole world?