In the past, the Spring Festival couplets at home had been personally written by his grandfather. His grandfather had never gone to school when he was young, and he had only learned a few words from the late emperor. His handwriting was not good.
However, he was never tired of writing couplets. After he was done, he would ask, "Grandson, look at my handwriting. Has it improved since last year?"
The person in his memory was no longer there. It had only been half a year, but Song Jingchen felt as if a lifetime had passed.
After a long silence, Song Jingchen picked up his pen and wrote down a few pairs of words. They all had excellent meanings.
She watched as the cold-looking young man wrote on the paper with vigor.
Shen Yijia rubbed her chin.
Why was her husband so good-looking? Even his handwriting was better than anyone else.
Although she didn't recognize half the words, it didn't stop her from appreciating beautiful things.
