Esports coaches are demons

Chapter 178 Ren Pingsheng

The days slip away day by day, the end of the year is getting closer, and people are getting busier day by day.

Especially after the twelfth lunar month, every household is buying new year's goods, and there are several lantern and fireworks shops on the old street.

The Lin family had already prepared Spring Festival couplet paper in advance.

The snow-white base is carefully ground and melted with red lead and alum, dyed evenly, and then dried with charcoal fire.

A finger-thick stack of "Wannianhong" was neatly placed on the huanghuali wood table.

Lin Chen carefully took out a whole piece of red dan paper, folded it lengthwise in four, tried not to press out any excess wrinkles, and then cut it open with a knife.

He spread the cut paper flat on the felt, leaving three centimeters at each end, leaving a space at the top to fold it in half, and then fold it three centimeters away from the top.

Finally, cross-fold in half along the center, and then unfold, so the couplet is divided into seven equal parts, and there are seven creases similar to matts.

Then soak the good medium-sized Langhao brush with warm water, shake off the excess water slightly, and then dip it in thick ink.

The slender fingers trapped the penholder, and according to the crease, wrote seven traditional Chinese characters steadily and vertically.

The size of the seven characters is the same, the standard Zhao's running script, the distance between each other is moderate, tight but not loose, just enough to occupy the couplet.

After writing a pair in this way, Lin Chen looked at the word and was quite satisfied.

So I found another couplet that had been cut off by a third of its length, the last four-character horizontal inscription on the book.

In this way, a complete couplet is completed.

The couplets that have been written are placed on the cleaned floor in order, waiting for the ink to dry.

When coloring the red lead paper before, some copper and tin foil chips were evenly sprinkled on the front. After drying, these chips were pressed into the texture of the paper surface, which is called "silver mixing".

Looking from a distance, the paper surface is dotted with gold stars under the sunlight, which makes the handwriting with dry pen and thick ink more distinctive.

Soon, the couplets filled the whole room, but the thickness of the red paper on the desk case did not decrease much.

Ke Yue compared the thickness to that, and there are dozens of sheets at least.

"Are you going to finish writing all of these?"

"Yes." Lin Chen moved his sore wrist.

Originally, these couplets were completed by their grandparents and grandchildren together in previous years, but this year, perhaps, grandpa was offended, and in order to punish him, grandpa gave him all the red paper.

For this reason, a warm pavilion was specially cleaned up for him to write couplets, and no one else was allowed to enter.

The euphemistic name is to be calm when writing and not to be disturbed by others.

In this regard, Lin Chen said that there was nothing he could do to help.

Looking at the uncut red paper, Lin Chen could not look up at the sky.

When will this be written?

Fortunately, there is still a young man with him, so it won't be too boring.

Ke Yue watched with great interest how he raised his wrist, how he moved his pen, and how he turned, faltered, and ended.

"Hands are so steady, you should have practiced since childhood, right?"

"That's right." Lin Chen smiled, "When I was a child, my grandfather still intended to train me in the direction of medicine. Doctors' hands do some extremely delicate work, and the hands must be steady."

"So grandpa taught me and Lin Chen to practice brush calligraphy, as well as writing incense seals, ordering tea, and sketching with fine brushwork.

"Let me tell you." He blinked, "That guy Lin Chen was even forced to learn embroidery for a while."

Shaking off the dark history of his younger brother is almost the most happy thing for every elder brother.

"However, I didn't study medicine later on. These things I practiced in my childhood have become hobbies."

"Then why don't you study medicine?" the boy continued to ask.

"Uh... There's no particular reason, it's just that I don't have any interest in that area, and if I don't like it, I don't want to learn it."

...the reason is really simple and unpretentious.

Real enough.

Originally, Ke Yue wondered whether Lin Chen was unwilling to learn medicine, which has abundant resources for him, because of some psychological shadow.

Well, according to the routine of the protagonist of a general novel, it should indeed be like this.

I didn't expect the final answer to be so... random.

Unexpected and reasonable.

"It's really in line with your temperament."

That's right, for Lin Chen, everything can only be according to one's wishes or not.

It would be a surprise if he really violated his will because of something.

Lin Chen said with a smile, "Life is only a few decades, so of course you have to follow your own heart, so that your whole life is worthwhile."

If you like it, do it, if you don't like it, stay away, simple and simple, no extra thoughts.

Everything goes according to one's wishes, maybe such a life will not have any regrets.

But how many people can really do it?

Xu saw that Ke Yue was interested in his writing, so he handed over the pen, "Do you want to try it?"

Ke Yue shook her head, "I've never been exposed to these things."

I have seen Ke Zheen practice brush calligraphy before, but unlike Lin Chen, it is only out of interest. He only practiced brush calligraphy to prevent himself from going completely crazy through this method of self-cultivation, which is too utilitarian.

Seeing words is like seeing people, so the words written by Ke Zheen are too regular, full of visual purpose, not as smooth as Lin Chen, and freely swaying.

Lin Chen smiled indifferently, "It's okay, I can take you."

He walked around from behind, handed the writing brush to the boy's hand, and gently covered his hand on it.

His chin rested lightly on the boy's ear, "Relax."

His voice was too soft, speaking close to his ears, and the cool breath sprayed on his neck, it was really easy for people to let go of their guards.

So Ke Yue was bewitched to completely relinquish control over her right hand.

Just like that, Lin Chen took her hand, guided her slowly, and wrote the first word.

This time he imitated Ke Yue's usual handwriting, leaning towards a thin gold body.

When the word was formed, Ke Yue was a little stunned.

Since her right hand was injured, she has gradually become accustomed to using her left hand.

This is a helpless compromise.

She can no longer use her right hand to write as beautifully as before.

But Lin Chen helped her do it.

The brush continued to go down, filling every small square.

Ke Yue wrote a complete couplet for the first time.

It is also a novel and interesting experience.

Time quietly slipped away from those handwriting, and turned into those ink fragrances, lingering in the Nuan Pavilion.

The stack of red paper on the table slowly thinned down.

Lin Chen spends most of his time writing pairs, which is almost the same as the posture of rushing to sketch manuscripts near the end of the semester.

When the winter plum blossoms in the porcelain vase were blown away by the ink-scented heat from the Warm Pavilion, Lin Chen finally stumbled and completed all the tasks before the coming of the new year.

After most of the couplets are completely dry, they are carefully folded into small squares according to the creases, stacked into a stack, and then tied with hemp rope.

(End of this chapter)