Chapter 92 The Abandoned Li Chuan

New Year's Eve.

The Spring Festival atmosphere in country M is not very strong, but fortunately, it is a good year for their family to get together.

I took Qiu Kaidi home yesterday. The treatment made the old lady lose a lot of hair every day. Compared with before, her image has indeed decreased sharply. Unfortunately, Qiu Kaidi is a very delicate woman, especially In days like the Spring Festival.

She was still wearing a black hat when she was discharged from the hospital. She changed into a wig during the Chinese New Year, and her hair was neatly tucked back. The old lady still looked slim and attractive.

Qiu Kaidi came out and said, "This hair is not as good as my own."

Jian Ansheng walked beside her and said in agreement, "You look good, so this hair looks good too."

Qiu Kaidi rolled his eyes at him, but even put on a smile.

Jian Nan was waiting in front of the car in front, and when she saw the two of them got down, she waved, "Dad, Mom, here."

Jian Ansheng helped Qiu Kaidi over: "Is this Mr. Robin's car?"

I made an appointment to go shopping in Chinatown together that day. After the New Year's Eve, Robin was more active than anyone else, and he didn't have the restraint of a noble family. He wanted to come and go shopping in Chinatown with a very firm mood.

Jian Nan saw Qiu Kaidi specially wearing a red festive dress, and praised: "Mom, you are very beautiful."

"It's a bit big." Qiu Kaidi's face was festive, but he must hold it: "Next time, the clothes must be changed."

Jian Nan held back her laughter, and learned and used it in Jian Ansheng's place: "You are beautiful, and you look good in anything you wear."

During the Chinese New Year, the purpose of the family is to make her happy.

They all got into the car, and Robin began to introduce them to the scenery along the way. What is more surprising is that although there is no legal holiday such as the New Year in M ​​country, there are many Chinese New Year items on the streets along the way.

At first glance, it seems quite old-fashioned.

Robin said: "This road is very close to Chinatown, and I have always longed for Chinese culture."

"Yes, Mr. Robin has a lot of research on Chinese culture." Jian Ansheng interjected: "Nan Nan, you can talk, I heard that your university is a school."

Jian Nan's eyes widened, a little surprised.

Robin's eyes were a little erratic and a little guilty: "Well, I am a few years older than you, and I am a senior."

Senior?

Jian Nan was even more interested: "How many years did you have? I may have an impression. In fact, I felt a little familiar with this name just now. Maybe I remember it."

"..."

can you not remember

Li Chuan and I are in the same class!

Robin licked his lips and decided to go over casually: "I should be three or four years older than you, you just entered the school when I was there."

That should match Li Chuan's age, but don't know if they know each other.

Jian Nan was thoughtful, but still smiled: "It should be, after all, senior, you entered the school earlier than me."

Seeing that Jian Nan had given up the questioning, Robin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Chinatown is coming soon. Chinatown in country M is not too close. There is lively music beating gongs and drums from the intersection. From a distance, it sounds festive and full of familiarity.

Jian Ansheng said, "Is it the Flower Team?"

They walked along the way and finally caught up with the lion and dragon dance team. The whole team was very festive and lively. Many Chinese people were playing around, because sometimes the lion dance and dragon dance team would be released. Candy and money, the little ones followed suit, very cute.

Robin sighed, "Excellent."

Jian Luo was also affected by this atmosphere. He stood on the side of the street and watched the team come over. He couldn't help applauding and cheering for the performers.

Qiu Kaidi said: "I haven't seen a lion dance for several years."

"Do you want to be lively?" Jian Ansheng always comforted her: "If you like it, let's come again next year."

Qiu Kaidi smiled.

Promises about the future are always desirable.

Some people in the lion dance team were distributing candy and coins. When passing by, Jian Nan saw a parabola falling in the air, and he subconsciously caught it.

The palm of the hand is a little hard to the touch. If you open your hand, it is a candy wrapped in colored paper. The small candy exudes a crystal clear light in the palm of your hand, which is very cute.

Jian Ansheng glanced at it: "This shows that the new year is sweet and sweet."

Robin next to him asked curiously, "What if I catch a coin?"

"This means..." Jian Ansheng paused for a while, and temporarily made up a sentence: "It means that the New Year's year is full of wealth, and there is more than every year."

Robin smiled, he put away the coins, and said sincerely: "It's still a Chinese festival. Come and participate in it and you can make money for a year."

"..."

This is not necessary.

Today's Chinatown is extraordinarily lively. The whole street is decorated with lights. The street vendors are selling Spring Festival couplets and door stickers. A group of people walks to a stall and it is an old man selling Spring Festival couplets.

Jian Ansheng said, "I haven't bought it yet at home this year. Buy some and post it back?"

There were also many foreign friends in front of the stall. Some of them did not know Chinese men, and they came here purely to join in the fun.

Jian Nan stood aside and said, "Sir, how do you sell this couplet?"

When the old man saw that their family was of the gentle and elegant group, he smiled and said, "It's cheap, it's cheap, but I also have blank couplets to write here. If they are well written, I will not only give them free Spring Festival couplets, but also give them away. You can send fireworks for free."

Jian Nan's eyes lit up.

He likes fireworks very much, very much, because the fireworks are bright and beautiful, and he is a fan of bright, so he likes them very much.

Jian Ansheng felt that there was no problem at all, he said, "Nan Nan, write one?"

Mr. Robin was very curious, and he added a little interest to Jian Nan: "Mr. Jian, so you can also write Spring Festival couplets?"

As a young man who is very interested in ancient Chinese culture, he is very interested in any ancient Chinese history. He was first excited when he heard that Jian Nan was going to write Spring Festival couplets.

Jian Nan asked for a pen from the old gentleman, and said to Robin, "I know a little bit."

When the foreign friends around saw someone writing the Spring Festival couplets, they didn’t rush over to them. They were also curious about these Chinese things:

"What is he writing?"

"Omg won't be writing Spring Festival couplets."

"This Spring Festival couplet is very difficult to write, maybe it's just for fun."

While everyone was talking, their bodies were still very honest and wanted to squeeze over to see.

Standing at the table, Jian Nan took a writing brush dipped in water and started writing. His handwriting was smooth and his writing was vigorous and strong. But Jian Nan's calligraphy is more aggressive than he looks.

The people around them gradually widened their eyes.

A Spring Festival couplet has been completed, and the writing is not yet dry. Jian Nan slowly writes down. He picks up the Spring Festival couplet, but there is applause from all around.

"it is good!"

"Great!"

"It's beautifully written!"

Foreign friends are very enthusiastic and do not hesitate to praise. Although they do not understand Chinese, they know that this must be very powerful.

Even the old gentleman asked: "How many years have you learned the brush?"

Jian Nan said, "I didn't study it specially, but I practiced with the elders in my family."

"Okay, okay."

Because the couplets written by Jian Nan were very good, the stall owner sent some free fireworks for him to take back, and the foreign friends around were eager to take pictures with Jian Nan.

For Jian Nan, he only cares about one thing: "You can take pictures together, but you can't take pictures of my family and friends."

Everyone else nodded in agreement.

There were quite a few people who came to take a group photo. Everyone stood beside Jian Nan and took a few pictures of the Spring Festival couplets they had written before leaving.

When everyone was almost gone, more than half an hour had passed, and Jian Nan put away the Spring Festival couplets in disbelief: "Let's go, continue shopping for a while."

"it is good."

Here, country M is still beaming with joy, and someone on Twitter has posted a video over there, which reads: [Little Chinese brother, writing is good-looking! 】

After a while, the video came alive, and many foreigners were very interested in Chinese history and culture, so they liked and forwarded it one after another.

The popularity of the video has increased, and naturally, it has been seen by more people. It is difficult for domestic artists to gain popularity abroad, and they cannot find opportunities, but Jian Nan does nothing. A pair of Spring Festival couplets quickly became popular on Twitter.

"The way he writes is so handsome."

"Written in Chinese Kung Fu?"

"This little brother looks good!"

If the video is popular, there will naturally be over the wall, and there will be Chinese in country M who see it.

"Why does this look a little familiar?"

"Be confident and take it off."

"This, isn't that who!"

Twitter slowly moved to Chen Weibo, and enthusiastic netizens never lacked time to chat. Soon, the inexplicable hot search of #江南春连# was on the hot search list.

Although the hot search on Weibo is very hot, the other side is completely different.

Li Zhai

It was quiet in Nuoda's mansion. Li Chuan came out of the room, rubbed his head, leaned against the railing on the second floor, and called out, "Mother Wu."

No one responded.

Yingdi Li frowned and went downstairs for a while, then he was almost certain that the house was clean and empty.

Just when he was about to make a phone call to ask, he finally found a note on the coffee table of the sofa. The writing on it was very wild and somewhat uninhibited:

Son, my father and I went to M country to find Nan Nan, and Wu mother, we also have a holiday, remember to turn off the water and electricity when you go out, and play wherever you like.

This is very arrogant, and at first glance, it is known that it is from Dongfang Qiyun's handwriting.

Li Chuan narrowed his eyes and read the note again from the beginning to the end. Finally, he was sure that he was—abandoned by the whole world?