After I went bankrupt, the school beauty became a CEO and wanted to support me?

New Year’s Eve.

Chen Shuo and Su Qingwan went home hand in hand, carrying large and small bags of New Year's goods.

We're at the door.

Chen Shu was still muttering beside him: "What are you doing with so many things? What a waste of money."

"It's just etiquette."

Su Qingwan replied to him in a low voice.

It is true that Song Wanbai treats her very well, but any relationship needs to be maintained by both parties.

unless--

Like Chen Shu, she is Song Wanbai's biological daughter.

"Okay, it's just the same thing."

How much can Chen Yanguo and Song Wanbai use? Do they know how to use it?

Leave it alone, let me do it.

It belongs to be full of filial piety.

Chen Yanguo and Song Wanbai had been waiting for a long time.

The house had been specially cleaned by them, and a large bunch of lilies was placed on the table, emitting a faint fragrance.

Song Wanbai spread out the red paper and was writing Spring Festival couplets with a brush.

The scent of pine coming from the ink diffuses in the air, which is unexpectedly calming.

Su Qingwan suddenly understood why Chen Shuo said that they didn't need to buy Spring Festival couplets for them.

Song Wanbai finished writing it by himself.

"My mother wrote all the Spring Festival couplets in our house." Chen Shuo explained to Su Qingwan in a low voice, then took a bite of an apple and walked towards Song Wanbai, shouting:

"mom!"

Song Wanbai's hand trembled.

The ink spread and the originally elegant font became fat.

Song Wanbai looked at Chen Shu silently, his face expressionless.

Chen Shuo didn't notice anything at all, and said happily like a silly roe deer, "We're back for the New Year! Are you happy?"

"happy!"

After Song Wanbai finished speaking, he suddenly drew the ink-soaked brush on Chen Shu's face. Chen Shu was prepared and blocked it with his hand, saying proudly:

"Mom, you're so interesting, aren't you? In previous years, your ink has always covered my face. What am I saying today—?"

Hard to guard against.

Chen Shuo turned his head and looked at the culprit beside him——

"Late night!"

"You actually became a traitor!"

I was on guard against Song Wanbai, but I couldn't be on guard against the person next to me!

Chen Shuo looked hurt, as if he had been stabbed in the back. He took a step back in disbelief, clutching his chest, and began to act out:

"I clearly, clearly trust you the most..."

Song Wanbai and Su Qingwan looked at each other.

Then the two of them continued to write Spring Festival couplets in tacit understanding. "Auntie, can you teach me how to write calligraphy?"

"Okay, there are some brushes over there, pick one that suits you."

"..."

statement:"……"

hello?

May I ask?

No one pays attention to me?

Without an audience, there is no point in speaking alone.

Just as I was about to wash my face, I ran into Chen Yanguo who was coming back from outside.

Chen Yanguo wore a camouflage vest and a small military green patterned cap, holding a fishing rod in one hand and a bucket in the other.

Looking closely, the bucket was still empty.

"Dad, are you...going fishing?"

Chen Yanguo nodded.

next second.

The statement was heartbreaking:

“Fishing is a one-way street!”

"Dad, you've always been honest. Who led you astray?"

Chen Yanguo: “…”

"Hey? Dad, why are you still in the Air Force?"

Chen Yanguo: “…”

"You can tell at a glance that this is a novice. He didn't even know to go to the market and buy one as if it were his own."

Chen Yanguo: “…”

Chen Yanguo felt his hands were itchy and thought he should ask his eldest son for some relief.

After I had finished my story, I remembered that I hadn't wiped off the ink on my face yet. I was afraid that it would dry and be difficult to clean, so I went to the bathroom to wash my face.

Chen Shu looked at his reflection in the mirror.

There was a dark spot on his cheek.

The unexpected thing made his nose sore.

When the family was doing well in the past, every Chinese New Year, no matter how busy Chen Yanguo and Song Wanbai were, they would take some time off to stay at home with him.

My family never buys Spring Festival couplets.

Song Wanbai always took the brush and wrote by himself, and he would always run over to "make trouble", which always made Song Wanbai angry and he would pick up the brush to draw on his face.

When he was little, he would cry loudly, and when he grew up, he would giggle.

At this time, Chen Yanguo would take him to wash it clean.

By the time he washed his face, Song Wanbai had finished writing the Spring Festival couplets.

Year by year.

again and again.

It seems like a 'little tradition' in their family.

But after Song Wanbai was hospitalized, there was no place for her to write.

And now.

Chen Shuo heard voices coming from the living room, and everything familiar came back to him.

……

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