I am Han Sanqian

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of Han Sanqian Su Yingxia!As the Chinese New Year approaches, Little Cloud City is also very lively. Workers from other places return to their hometowns, buying new year goods in full swing, and the streets and alleys are overcrowded. Only at this time of the year can Cloud City have such a lively atmosphere. scene.

Every household is buying new year goods and posting couplets, as is the mountainside villa.

Since Tian Linger came back from playing Han Sanqian, he would come to the Mountainside Villa to play almost every day, as if he had regarded the Mountainside Villa as his home.

Su Yingxia and Shi Jing returned home with purchases and were counting things.

All kinds of nut candies are prepared to eat after the New Year's Eve dinner, in preparation for watching the gala.

"Sanqian, this year's couplet, or you can write it." At this time, Yan Jun smiled and said to Han Sanqian.

Su Yingxia, who was counting things, heard this and asked Yan Jun with a look of surprise: "Grandpa Yan, can San Qian write couplets?"

"Of course." Yan Jun smiled proudly and said: "His brush calligraphy has been practiced since he was a child. All the couplets of the Han family come from him."

"This is the only thing I can participate in during the New Year in the Han family, and I still can't let Nangong Qianqiu know about it." Han Sanqian said bitterly. In previous years, Mr. Yan had secretly arranged all these things. Qianyou has a sense of participation in the New Year.

"Brother, is there anything you don't know how to write even with a brush?" Tian Ling'er approached Han Sanqian and asked curiously.

"It's too much to say that I can't. For example, I'm worrying about how to drive you home. Didn't I think of a good reason?" Han Sanqian smiled.

Tian Ling'er grumbled her little cherry mouth and walked to Su Yingxia, holding Su Yingxia's hand affectionately and said: "Sister Yingxia, look at him, and you want to drive me away, you help me teach him."

Su Yingxia couldn't laugh or cry, this little girl was so ghostly, whenever she suffered a loss on Han Sanqian, she would ask her for help.

"Okay, I'll help you teach him later." Su Yingxia said.

Tian Ling'er proudly raised his head to Han Sanqian, full of provocation.

Han Sanqian shook his head helplessly, Su Yingxia helped this girl, but he couldn't help it.

"Since you are free, cut the paper, it can be considered as a contribution." Han Sanqian asked Tian Linger.

"Okay, but you have to give me two couplets. The couplets written by Han Sanqian hang at the door of my house. What a long face." Tian Linger smiled.

When all the preparations were in place, the moment Han Sanqian picked up the pen, everyone in the family put aside their things and walked aside to watch.

Except for Jun Yan, no one has seen Han Sanqian write.

At this moment, the most curious person is Shi Jing. She used to think that the couplets at home were written by Yan Jun himself, but she did not expect that all of them were made by Han Sanqian. She still remembers that the couplets are neatly typed, and they look like masters. She somewhat doubted whether Han Sanqian could really do it.

Han Sanqian, who hadn't started writing for a long time, took a deep breath and walked on the red paper one by one. This scene once again made Su Yingxia fall into the charm of Han Sanqian.

Unexpectedly, when Han Sanqian picked up his pen, he was so fascinating that he was such a master.

Tian Ling'er grew up with a small mouth, painted silver hooks with iron, and brilliant pens and flowers. These are the adjectives she can think of.

A pair of couplets made in one go, dazzling people.

"I haven't written for so many years, the level is still a bit rusty, let's start again." Yan Jun said to Han Sanqian.

Han Sanqian did not hesitate to withdraw the newly completed couplet. This was Yan Jun's strict requirement of him. When he was a child, Han Sanqian didn't know how much paper was wasted. This moment gave Han Sanqian the feeling that he was back. Until now.

As long as there is a flaw in a word, Jun Yan will let him start over.

"Isn't this good, don't you want it, keep it for me." Tian Linger hurriedly collected the couplet in Han Sanqian's pen, for fear that it might be damaged.

"I'll give you a better one later." Han Sanqian said with a smile.

Tian Ling'er, like a treasure, said: "For me, this is already the best, I want it."

Han Sanqian raised his breath again, and the next stroke was shocking. This time there was still no stagnation. The completion of a stroke, whether it is the neatness of the font or the completion, is obviously better than before.

But Jun Yan was still dissatisfied and asked Han Sanqian to come again. Even Shi Jing couldn't stand such a demanding request.

Finally, after several proficiency, Han Sanqian's brushwork met Yan Jun's requirements, and at this time, he was already sweating profusely.

Su Yingxia hurriedly wiped the sweat from her forehead for Han Sanqian.

"Grandpa Yan, you are so strict, and if he is exhausted, I will ask you to settle the account." Su Yingxia said to Jun Yan.

Yan Jun couldn't laugh or cry. If it wasn't because of his strict requirements that he had trained Han Sanqian since he was a child, how could Han Sanqian have the tenacious temperament he is today?

However, it is only natural for Su Yingxia to feel sorry for Han Sanqian. After all, she is a young couple.

"There won't be many opportunities like this in the future. I shouldn't take advantage of the opportunity to quickly embarrass him." Jun Yan said.

At this time, Shi Jing, who was standing by the side, sighed. It is precisely because of Yan Jun’s strict requirements that Han Sanqian is so excellent today. Han Jun has been doted by Nangong Qianqiu since he was a child. How can his ability be compatible with Han? How about three thousand?

If Han Jun were to do this, I'm afraid he would have turned his face already.

"After the ink is dry, you can post it." Han Sanqian said with satisfaction.

"Brother, I... mine?" Tian Ling'er secretly tugged at Han Sanqian's clothes and said weakly.

"Didn't you just take it?" Han Sanqian smiled.

Tian Ling'er moved extremely fast, crumpled the couplet in his hand into a ball, threw it directly into the trash can, and said, "Is it there? Where is it? I didn't take it."

Only Tian Ling'er could do this kind of concealment under the public, and she would not arouse people's disgust, but laughed.

"Okay, I'll write to you right away." Han Sanqian said cheerfully.

After writing the couplet, Tian Linger didn't do anything, and kept standing by the couplet waiting for the ink to dry, as if she was afraid of being snatched away.

After the ink dries, Tian Ling'er can't wait to take it home.

Tianjia is still very lively, all relatives gathered together to discuss this year's New Year's 30 activities.

After Tian Ling'er came back, Tian Changsheng smiled and said, "I thought you forgot your home, hurry up. We are discussing the activities of this year’s New Year’s Eve, which were all proposed by you before, without you. We can't even pay attention."

Regarding the event, Tian Ling'er is not looking forward to it at all, because she has no plans to stay at home at all. After the New Year's Eve dinner, she has already planned to go to the mountainside villa.

"Grandpa, come and show you something good." Tian Linger said with a mysterious face.

Tian Changsheng frowned in confusion, what Tian Linger held in his hand was like a couplet, which was a good thing.

On the same day, when Linger spread the couplet on the table, she said triumphantly: "Grandpa, how about this couplet?"

Tian Changsheng's eyes lit up. The couplet was obviously handwritten by hand, which was very different from the printed products sold on the street.

"Tian Ling'er, isn't it just a couplet, and it's not a good thing." A certain day junior said with a disappointed expression.

Tian Ling'er glared at the man and said, "Don't open your mouth if you don't understand."

"Grandpa, do you think this word is written well?" Tian Linger asked Tian Changsheng impatiently.

"The writing is really good, the pen is powerful, and it is done in one go, and the font is neat. It takes years of writing to be able to do it. You don't want to lie to me that you wrote it," Tian Changsheng said.

"It would be great if I could write such good characters. Brother wrote this personally." Tian Linger said.

"Han Sanqian!" Tian Changsheng looked surprised, and Han Sanqian even wrote such a good handwriting, which really surprised him.

"Of course, besides my brother, who else is so powerful." Tian Ling'er said proudly.

Tianchang couldn't help holding the couplet in his hand and admiring it, and his mouth issued a series of admiring words of praise, and some people who had looked down on the couplet before also put away their disdainful expressions.

They don't understand how the characters are written, but they are written by Han Sanqian, which is not something they are qualified to dislike.