Between lines

Chen Tingbai recently put away all those inscriptions, and wrote a lot of Spring Festival couplets with Hu Cong.The desk is full of red paper carefully cut by Hu Cong, big and small, wide and narrow.

Originally, Mr. Lu wanted to write a letter. In previous years, Chen Tingbai would never write this, but when he said he wanted to buy it this year, Chen Tingbai even joked that there are two writers in his family. Why did he go out and buy it?Is it because the gold powder sold outside is sprinkled enough?He can also write on gilded red paper.

It's just that his face was still tense when he was joking, and if he didn't know, he would think he was asking with a sullen face.

These words made Teacher Lu laugh out loud, patted his son on the shoulder, and said, "Treasure yourself, you are a calligrapher, how can you use it to paste Spring Festival couplets."

Chen Tingbai didn't take it seriously, and responded to Teacher Lu with a slight smile: "Writing is just for use. Is there any difference between hanging it and sticking it on the door?"

Chen Tingbai used to be like this, he never felt how valuable his calligraphy works were.Once you write it, you write it, and you don’t care what the works are used for after you finish writing them.

Probably in the hearts of the strong, the next writing will always be better than this time.So don't be nostalgic, and don't need to care too much.

The theme of the Spring Festival couplets written by Chen Tingbai to his family is peace, and I hope everyone will always be there.

With the last stroke of writing, Chen Tingbai looked at the front with satisfaction and waited to stop writing. Chen Tingbai suddenly thought that although Xu Shaohua was no longer here to celebrate the New Year, he should put something on the door.

It can't be that there is no couplet on the door all year round, it looks so deserted.

What can I write?He originally wanted to write a copy according to the one at home, but then he thought that Xu Shaohua was so young and healthy, it seemed that he didn't need to use this method to pray for his safety.

Xu Shaohua is in the rising stage of his career, what he wants is that what he thinks is far from what he is now.

Then I wish you success in your career and good fortune.

On the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, Chen Tingbai called Xu Shaohua and asked him to come to his house and get something.

When Xu Shaohua arrived, Chen Tingbai had already been waiting at the gate of the community for a while.

A little snow fell on the tips of his hair, as if inspired, Chen Tingbai slowly turned his head, the white snow between the tips of his hair set off his dark pupils, like sculptures.

Xu Shaohua looked at Chen Tingbai sitting there quietly from a distance, and felt that Chen Tingbai was really good-looking, not like the people in this world.

Xu Shaohua tried on that windbreaker when he got home that day, and it was just the right size.He knew that although Chen Tingbai had been sitting in a wheelchair, he was not shorter than him, and he could dress well, let alone the delicate Chen Tingbai.

Looking at himself in the full-length mirror, Xu Shaohua suddenly thought that if Chen Tingbai could stand up and wear these long windbreakers, he would definitely look better.

He walked up to Chen Tingbai and lightly brushed off the snow from his head.He gave Chen Tingbai a can of hot milk he just bought from the convenience store.

I don't know when it started, when he faced Chen Tingbai, he could also lower his voice and speak to Chen Tingbai softly: "Why are you waiting here? The snow is falling on your head, here is hot milk, hurry up Warm your hands."

The warm milk permeates the skin and stimulates the nerves, as if even the dead parts of the body can feel the warmth.

Chen Tingbai let Xu Shaohua brush off the little snow on his body.It's just that the eyes looking at Xu Shaohua from bottom to top are much softer than usual, and even the tight eyelids are relaxed.

In fact, it was cold, half of his face was huddled in the turtleneck sweater, so even his voice was muffled: "Fortunately, I only waited for a while and you came, I guessed that you were about the same I came down when it was almost here, you know, I am slow."

Chen Tingbai raised his head to meet Xu Shaohua's smiling face, and naturally laughed too.In fact, Chen Tingbai was born with a smiling face, and when he smiled, the two sides of his mouth were like brackets. Every time Xu Shaohua saw Chen Tingbai smiling, he would feel very comfortable.

Hearing the wind poured into his ears, Dangfu realized that he really deserved the name.

It's just that he seldom laughs, or because he rarely laughs, every time he laughs is more valuable.

Chen Tingbai pointed his chin at his knee, and Xu Shaohua saw a folded red paper and a bunch of keys on Chen Tingbai's knee.

Chen Tingbai saw Xu Shaohua's doubts, and before Xu Shaohua asked, he explained: "You drive the car back later, I thought about it, I will go out for a while, and there are many things, you You may also need to pack some luggage, so you need two cars."

Chen Tingbai paused for a moment, and then continued with a little embarrassment: "I don't know if you have a copy, I wrote a copy for my family, and I also wrote a copy for you. Just use it." After speaking, there was still a little unnatural blush on his face.

"Hahaha? Did I hear you right? Calligraphers still write such vulgar things as Spring Festival couplets? I can't bear to stick them on the door like you, so I have to put them away."

Xu Shaohua was also happy after hearing it. He has never been in contact with other artists, but didn't they all say that artists cherish feathers and don't easily expose their talents?Why is this great artist in front of me writing Spring Festival couplets?

When I opened it, I was even happier. The content of the Spring Festival couplets turned out to be the most common words about a bright future and fortune.

Xu Shaohua laughed more happily and teased: "I thought I would write a special literary one, but I didn't expect it to be the same as the ones sold in shops outside, but the handwriting is really good, it is really professional, and the paper is also beautiful. , they all look good."

Chen Tingbai's voice was still gentle: "I wish Mr. Xu a bright future ahead, abundant wealth, and peace."

Xu Shaohua also straightened his body, bowed slightly, and said to Chen Tingbai: "Then I also wish Mr. Chen good health and lots of blessings in the coming year."

It was still too cold outside, so Xu Shaohua leaned over and kissed Chen Tingbai's lips, and found that even though he was dressed carefully, he was still cold.Half of the hand curled up in the cuff was like a piece of ice, I don't know if it was the cold or the spasm in Chen Tingbai's mouth, but it was still shaking rustlingly.

Fearing that Chen Tingbai would get cold again and fall ill again, Xu Shaohua pushed Chen Tingbai into the community, first sent Chen Tingbai to the unit building, and then went to the underground garage to pick up the car.

After dinner, Chen Tingbai handed the written couplets to Teacher Lu.Tell Teacher Lu not to post it alone, and let Dad post it tomorrow morning.Teacher Lu opened the couplet and looked at it. He was very satisfied with both the words themselves and the content of the couplet, so he responded repeatedly.

Chen Tingbai saw what Mr. Lu wrote in the notebook, so he picked it up and read it.I found out that it was the menu for the New Year's Eve dinner, and I wrote a long list.Chen Tingbai hurriedly said that there is no need to prepare for him and Hu Cong, but to make less, otherwise there will be more to eat.

"It means you are not at home for the New Year's Eve dinner?" Mr. Lu exclaimed, this is the first time in the past few years that his son said that he will not be at home for the New Year's Eve dinner.

Chen Tingbai didn't look up, and crossed out the names of a few high-fat and high-sugar dishes with a pen, explaining to his mother in a rare way: "It's not that I don't want to eat the New Year's Eve dinner, but I have to go out to celebrate the New Year."

Teacher Lu felt a little uncomfortable. If the two children were gone, it seemed that this year would not be very interesting for her and her husband.

She asked unwillingly, "Son, where are you going on such a cold day? What's more, it's the Chinese New Year. If you leave, your father and I are too bored."

Chen Tingbai felt that his mother's reason was too lame, so he laughed out loud, but he still told his mother patiently: "Mom, Xiao Cong has been in my house for two years and has never been anywhere. I will take him around for a while. I will be back soon, and I won’t be away for many days, you and my dad are very affectionate, let’s enjoy the world of two while I am not in such a big trouble.”

Chen Tingbai has always been big-minded, and Mr. Lu has never been stubborn to his son.It made sense when she thought about it, but when she heard Chen Tingbai say that she was in big trouble, she still felt as if she had been pricked by a needle, so she took her son's hand quietly on his knee, and gently stretched his fingers one by one. Spread out for a massage.

Her tone became more gentle: "Why is my son such a big trouble? You will always be Mom's best son. When you go out, you must pay attention to safety and choose a better hotel. You are picky eaters, and the things outside You may not be used to eating well, let Hu Cong’s eyes shine, and go to good restaurants, don’t worry about money.”

Chen Tingbai also put down his pen, turned around and reached out to pat his mother on the back, half-jokingly said to his mother: "Don't worry, he will, not to mention that there is a friend of mine who is walking with us, the two of them will definitely take care of you." Your son takes care of him comfortably, and wherever your son goes, he never touches the ground or touches the water, it's the uncle."

The next day, Chen Tingbai got up early in the morning, and when he left the room, he saw his father standing on the ladder to put up Spring Festival couplets, and his mother standing behind him, crooked for a while and commanding .

It's really the Spring Festival.

"I wish parents a happy New Year in advance!" Chen Tingbai yelled at the old couple at the top of his voice. Teacher Lu turned his head and saw that his son had already woken up, and he was still wearing a red diamond sweater, which complemented him The face is even more fair, festive and good-looking.

"Happy New Year, son, be healthy and healthy!" Mrs. Lu was in a good mood, and when she was packing up her son's things the day before, she had already figured it out. The son is still young, and it is good to go out and see more. It is rare to wear such festive clothes, and I feel that my son must be very happy.

She approached Chen Tingbai, looked left and right, then looked at Hu Cong. They all laughed.

"This is a red envelope for you and my dad. The whole family, it's auspicious. Let me give it to Xiao Cong. Children like this." Chen Tingbai stuffed the red envelope into Teacher Lu's hand, and put it in Teacher Lu's hand. All the red envelopes were handed over to Hu Cong.

After listening to Hu Cong's series of thank you, Chen Tingbai had a meeting with Mr. Lu to joke around, and Chen's father's couplet was posted. After Chen Tingbai said goodbye to his parents, he took Hu Cong out.

As soon as he got out of the underground garage, Chen Tingbai called Xu Shaohua.

Wen Wen's voice reached Chen Tingbai's ears along the radio waves: "Shao Hua, good morning, we are going out."