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Song Yan was concentrating on playing the flute in his hand, and he made it sound like a horn.

“Wooooolala——”

However, playing the flute is too demanding on one's lung capacity, and he felt a little breathless after only playing for a while.

So he put down the flute, took a deep breath of fresh air, and said, "I'll take a break first and continue later."

As he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed the silence of the people around him.

Song Yan turned her head and met Shu Changyu's complicated expression.

I'm sorry to hear that.

He laughed dryly and tried to save face: "I have never had the talent to learn musical instruments since I was a child."

Recalling his fifth birthday, his grandfather gave him a small harmonica.

He was so excited at that time that he played the harmonica for several days in a row and never got tired of it.

But in the end, because his playing was so bad, he received complaints from his neighbors and his musical dream came to an abrupt end.

Shu Changyu chuckled, looking a little helpless: "It really opened my eyes."

Although she said that, Song Yan still felt a little embarrassed.

"Then I won't play it anymore." He said while holding his breath, wiped the mouth of the flute roughly with his sleeve, and put the jade flute back into the box.

Shu Changyu slowly opened his mouth: "Yanyan."

"What?" Song Yan responded subconsciously and looked up at Shu Changyu.

Shu Changyu reached out, lifted his chin, and stroked his lips with his thumb.

It seems like he is teasing, but also like he is trying hard to restrain his inner impulse.

Song Yan's heartbeat accelerated at this moment. He clearly felt the cold temperature of Shu Changyu's fingertips and his own almost audible heartbeat.

At this moment, Shu Changyu's eyes were burning, like a wild beast that had not eaten for a long time, full of intense hunger and desire.

Shu Changyu's fingers did not stop, but continued to wander on Song Yan's lips, as if he was deliberately provoking her.

Song Yan's breathing became more and more rapid, and his eyes began to become blurred.

Shu Changyu's fingers gently slid across his Adam's apple, then moved down and touched his collar.

"No!" Song Yan suddenly came to his senses. He pressed Shu Changyu's hand firmly and said, "No, we are not married yet. We can't do these things."

Although he knew that Shu Changyu had always been a rebellious person, he did not expect that he would want to perform the ceremony of marriage before the marriage.

How can this work!

"Tsk." Shu Changyu raised his eyebrows unhappily. He stopped his movements but did not withdraw them completely. He rubbed his fingers on his Adam's apple.

Song Yan's Adam's apple also rolled up and down, his lips trembled slightly, and he squeezed out two words with difficulty: "Enough."

After a while, Shu Changyu finally had enough fun and slowly withdrew his hand.

His eyes fell on Song Yan's face, with a strong smile on his lips: "Yan Yan, your ears are so red."

Song Yan's ears turned red. She glared at him and said angrily, "It's getting late. I'll take you back."

Shu Changyu looked quite regretful, but he knew in his heart that Song Yan's patience had reached its limit. If he continued teasing her, he might really anger this stupid goose.

So he stood up and straightened his clothes.

Song Yan patted his red face. Before leaving, he remembered something and turned back to the house: "Shu Changyu, wait for me outside."

Outside, night fell, and the night sky was dotted with sparse stars. The snow had stopped, leaving only a pure white tranquility.

Shu Changyu was leaning against the door, looking lazy and a little thin.

Song Yan then realized that he was wearing so thin clothes. He walked forward and called out softly, "Shu Changyu!"

When Shu Changyu heard the voice, he turned around and saw Song Yan putting a scarf around his neck.

"It's so cold today, and you don't wear more clothes. What if you get sick?" Song Yan muttered.

Shu Changyu raised his hand and touched the scarf, his eyebrows frivolous: "It's for me."

Song Yan turned away her eyes, and said with a slightly uncomfortable expression: "Yes, it's for you."

"Yanyan." Shu Changyu called him softly again.

Song Yan deliberately tugged at the scarf around his neck and said in a hoarse voice, "Stop! Don't call me Yanyan anymore."

Only his grandfather would call him that when he was a child. He always felt weird when he heard Shu Changyu call him "Yanyan".

At this moment, Shu Changyu suddenly approached, his lips almost touching Song Yan's ear, and whispered: "It doesn't matter if you can't learn to play the flute. I will teach you another way to play it next time."

This sentence seems quite serious, but listening to his intimacy and frivolity in the tone, it is clear that it is not a good thing to say.

Song Yan looked at him warily and declined, "I think it's not necessary."

Shu Changyu smiled with his eyes and said nothing more. He waved his hand and An Qi came over leading the black horse.

Until Shu Changyu rode away on horseback, his figure blending into the night.

Song Yan still stood there, following the gradually blurred figure with her eyes. She felt like she had a piece of candy in her heart, the sweet taste slowly melted in her heart, making her unable to help but smile.

The next day was the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, New Year’s Eve.

Early this morning, Song Yan and her two siblings went to burn incense at the tablets of Song's father and mother.

The snow on the mountain has not melted yet, so it is not convenient to go into the mountain to worship. They can only set up a simple altar at home to express their feelings. I think their parents will not blame them for being unfilial.

After paying respect to his parents, Song Yan took out the red paper he had bought in town earlier and said, "I'll ask the scholar in our family to write a couplet for the Spring Festival."

Song Zhengdu pursed his lips and smiled. After thinking for a moment, he picked up the pen and wrote on the red paper:

【Spring breeze, spring rain, spring scenery; New Year, new scenery, new home. 】

Horizontal banner: [Everything is new]

It is a very appropriate couplet.

The handwriting on the Spring Festival couplets is vigorous and powerful, like a pine tree in winter, standing proudly on the white snow, tenacious and unyielding.

Song Yan nodded with satisfaction. He held the paste in one hand and the Spring Festival couplets in the other: "Help me move the ladder out."

"I'll do it, I'll do it!" As soon as An Qi's voice fell, a figure jumped down from the roof and quickly moved the ladder to the door with swift movements.

"You take it first." Song Yan handed the paste and Spring Festival couplets in her hand to Song Zhengdu, and he climbed to the top with the help of the ladder.

Song Zhengdu took the paste, carefully applied it on the back of the Spring Festival couplets, and then handed it to Song Yan.

Song Yan held up the Spring Festival couplets and pointed them at the side of the door frame.

"Brother Song, it's crooked." An Qi reminded him quickly.

Upon hearing this, Song Yan slightly adjusted the position of the Spring Festival couplets.

Song Zhengdu looked up and said, "Brother, a little more to the right, yes, that's it."

"Okay, now it's straight." Song Yan pasted the Spring Festival couplets neatly and then gently pressed the edges and corners to avoid wrinkles.

He clapped his hands with satisfaction, slowly climbed down the ladder, moved the ladder to the other side of the door, and pasted the upper and lower couplets there as well.

Finally, paste the horizontal link.

After the couplets were pasted, he stood next to An Qi and Song Zhengdu, and the three of them looked up at the couplets that had just been pasted.

The red paper of the Spring Festival couplets is bright in color and the ink is rich in color, which looks particularly festive.

Aunt Niu passed by his house and looked in: "Xiao Song, have you put up the Spring Festival couplets at home?"

"Yes, the Spring Festival couplets were just posted." Song Yan said with a smile, "My Erlin wrote them. Auntie, what do you think of the calligraphy?"

"Really? Erlin can write Spring Festival couplets. Let me take a look." Aunt Niu walked closer to the couplets and looked at the words on them carefully.

"Oh, Erlin's handwriting is really good. It exudes a sense of spirit and energy. It's better than the one sold by the man in town who sells Spring Festival couplets."

She said with a smile on her face: "Erlin, please write a couplet for me next year."

Song Zhengdu smiled shyly, and replied modestly: "Aunt, you are too kind. The master said, 'Ten years of sharpening a sword will make the plum blossom fragrant.' I am far from that."

Aunt Niu waved her hand and said, "I am an illiterate peasant woman and I don't understand what you are saying. Remember to write one for me next year. I have a chicken stewing at home. I won't talk nonsense any more and will go back first."

After saying that, Aunt Niu hurried back to the opposite side.

Song Yan smiled and patted Song Zhengdu on the shoulder: "Brother, be more confident, next year you will also be a Tongsheng master!"

Song Zhengdu was helpless: "Brother..."

"Brother!" At this time, Song Wanzhou also shouted from the kitchen, "The dumplings are ready!"

"Then let's eat first." Song Yan rubbed his hands, "We'll have a simple meal at noon, and then I'll make you a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner in the evening."