"Young Gu, President Duan's intention is to have you also write a pair of couplets to make a perfect set with Li Changlin's. So, just write two of them, but make sure they're original!" After greeting everyone, Elder Gu spoke, repeating Duan Jiahao's message.
"Is this appropriate?" Upon hearing Elder Gu's words, Gu Maoxue was actually quite tempted.
However, he was aware of the rules of the Spring Festival couplet selection activity organized by the literature association and therefore hesitated a bit.
After all, just receiving a winning prize was already in breach of the event's rules. Now, both the organizers and co-organizers were asking him to write another two couplets, which was quite a bit of pressure for him.
Gu Maoxue wasn't a fool; he knew that Elder Gu and the others were doing this all because of his grandfather's face.
