The Rebirth of the National Goddess

Mo Zhixuan was wearing a clean and dust-free white shirt, the cuffs were neatly rolled up a few times, revealing a white and strong arm, that hand was also well-articulated, holding a writing brush, it was indescribably beautiful .

Looking at it this way, he looks like a young master who came out of a book.

She is personable and unparalleled in the world.

Chu Jin was stunned for a moment, then reacted quickly, rolled up his sleeves, walked to Mo Zhixuan, picked up the ink ingot, poured some water into the inkstone, and began to grind it slowly.

Her ink grinding posture is very professional, and she still uses her left hand. After a while, there is a faint fragrance of ink wafting out.

Mo Zhixuan held the brush in his hand, dipped the inkstone into the inkstone, leaned over, and wrote.

Two cursive lines fell on red paper.

See words like people.

This sentence is true.

Mo Zhixuan's handwriting, just like his whole person, is written in one stroke, full of pen and ink, strong and natural, majestic and majestic!

Flowing clouds and flowing water revealed the majesty of the overlord!

Even some contemporary calligraphers would be ashamed to see such characters.

Such words can only be seen in museums now.

"How is your writing for your husband?" Mo Zhixuan raised his eyes to look at Chu Jin, in his deep phoenix eyes, there was a blackness that could not be seen to the bottom, just like this ink.

Chu Jin curled his lips slightly, and slowly spit out two words, "I can see it."

"Dishonest," Mo Zhixuan put down the brush and leaned over, "You should be punished."

Before Chu Jin could react, this man held his head and kissed him straight. This is the advantage of height!

Mr. Mo's long legs of nearly 1.9 meters are not just good-looking.

In fact, Chu Jin has also grown a lot this year, from 165 to 170, but compared to Mr. Mo, she is like a dwarf, her head can barely touch his shoulder.

He not only kissed, but also lightly bit on the red lips, leaving a row of teeth marks, which is tantalizing.

After the kiss was over, Chu Jin gently pushed him away, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Do you want me to say that I can't watch it?"

Mo Zhixuan looked at her, and said slowly, "It's more than just being able to see, it's just a wonderful pen."

"Narcissism." Chu Jin raised her eyebrows lightly, and continued, "I'm afraid you haven't seen a real wonderful pen?"

When the words fell, he picked up the brush, bowed left and right, and quickly left two lines of words on the red paper.

"Wow! Awesome!" Mo Qingyi applauded excitedly, it was the first time that Mo Qingyi saw someone write with two hands at the same time.

And it is still a brush, and more importantly, the handwriting is so beautiful!

Powerful through the back of the paper, beautiful and tall, like a runaway horse and like a dragon flying into the sky.

Compared with Mo Zhixuan's handwriting, it is not inferior at all.

"I'm overwhelmed, I'm overwhelmed," Chu Jin smiled and cupped his fists at Mo Qingyi, looking decent.

Mo Qingyi held up his mobile phone and looked at Chu Jin, "Brother Jin, I want to get angry at Kuaiyin, can you satisfy my wish?"

Kuaiyin is a very popular video app in mainland China. Many life experts and Internet celebrities have registered on it, and then get likes and attention by posting videos or live broadcasting.

Even ordinary people can post videos.

Some people can even rely on a video to become popular overnight.

"Huh? How do you say it?" Chu Jin looked at her and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Mo Qingyi saw that there was something going on, and then said, "Brother Jin, write it again. I will shoot it with my mobile phone and upload it to Kuaiyin. Your swaying posture is definitely technical, and it will definitely become popular!"

"Brother Jin, don't worry, I will find an angle to avoid your face." Mo Qingyi continued.

"Okay." Chu Jin nodded slightly, put away the written Spring Festival couplets, spread the red paper again, and then turned to look at Mo Zhixuan, "Don't be dazed, go study ink, didn't you see that I'm going to get busy ?"

Mo Zhixuan was also willing to cooperate with her, so he bent down and acted like a servant, "It's up to you, just please."

Seeing that Chu Jin agreed, Mo Qingyi quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "Brother Jin, wait a minute, let me choose a more aggressive background music."

"Okay," Chu Jin habitually raised his hand to brush his hair, and said coolly, "Tell me after you make your choice."

"Yeah." Mo Qingyi nodded hastily.

A minute later, Mo Qingyi chose a super domineering ancient music, intercepted the climax part as the background music, and gestured "ok" to Chu Jin, "Brother Jin is fine."

Chu Jin skillfully held the brush, leaned slightly, and raised and lowered his hands at the same time. The whole movement was very smooth and domineering.

After the video was recorded, Mo Qingyi edited a paragraph of text, [Brother Jin V587! ] and click Send.

There are quite a few calligraphers in Kuaiyin, but there are almost no people who can play both sides like Chu Jin!

Therefore, as soon as Mo Qingyi's video was released, it attracted countless fans to watch.

【Boss, please put your hands on my knees. 】

[Visual prediction that the sound master will be on fire, and quickly occupy the front row. 】

【really? Master-level calligraphers don't necessarily have such skills, but this person in the video can do it? 】

[What an awesome look! I didn't even see how she wrote it. 】

[Is the video edited? Is this really written by one person? 】

[From the perspective of a professional editor, this video has not been processed in any way, except for the background music, the music master didn't even turn on the beauty function. 】

【Master, you are awesome. 】

[Everyone shout together: Brother Jin v587! Please pay attention to the formation downstairs. 】

...

There are all kinds of voices.

Mo Qingyi has been registered on Kuaiyin for a full year, and has never received so many comments. For a while, she was so excited that she jumped up.

Moreover, this video quickly became popular.

"Brother Jin, Brother Jin, I'm really popular. Look, there are already 500 comments!" Mo Qingyi excitedly showed Chu Jin his phone.

In just ten minutes, 500 comments are really a lot.

Moreover, even Mo Qingyi's number of fans has followed biubiu's increase.

Let Mo Qingyi feel like being an Internet celebrity.

After writing the couplets, Chu Jin was busy posting couplets and hanging lanterns with Mo Zhixuan.

At this time, the sky had gradually darkened.

The sound of firecrackers is getting louder and louder.

There are also various fireworks blooming in the sky.

The Mo family is more traditional. Before starting the New Year's Eve dinner, they must first worship their ancestors.

After preparing the tribute and paper money, the group went to the ancestral hall.

In previous years, when worshiping ancestors, there were only three deserted people.

This year, there are 6 people, twice as many as in previous years. Along the way, talking and laughing are very lively.

According to the ancestor's practice, outsiders are not allowed to enter the inner temple, but Mrs. Mo said that now is a new era, and the old routine is no longer in place, so she dragged everyone to go together, and there were so many people.

The ancestral hall is also located in the Phoenix Manor, so there are not many ways to walk there.

Cannons must be fired before offering sacrifices.

Then burn paper money and place tributes.

The ceremony was very complicated, Chu Jin had never experienced this before, and everything he saw was very novel, so he followed Mo Zhixuan all the time, asking questions.

Mo Zhixuan picked up a string of firecrackers and hung them on the tree, looked sideways at Chu Jin, "Cover your ears, I'm going to start lighting the fire."

Chu Jin immediately took a step back and covered his ears tightly.

With a series of crackling sounds, the ancestor worship ceremony officially began.

Mo Qingyi and Chu Xiu squatted there burning paper money.

Mo Zhixuan took Chu Jin to present the tribute.

After ancestor worship.

The New Year's Eve dinner kicked off.

There is a large table full of dishes, including fish and shrimp, and the dishes are very rich.

Chu Jin picked up his phone, took a photo, and posted a Weibo.

Returning to V: Happy New Year! 【picture jpg】

Then set up a red envelope of 100,000 yuan.

The 50,000 servings were all taken within ten minutes.

Mo Zhixuan also sent a red envelope.

The cover of the red envelope shows 5,200,000, and then @早人归V.

Because the amount of the red envelope is very large, almost everyone received a dozen or twenty yuan.

This is already a huge bag on Weibo!

【Blind my dog ​​eyes! Thank you for the big red envelope! 】

【I admire this way of showing affection! 】

[Who is like me, silently counting the number of zeros? 】】

[Big Brother, do you dare to call 1314520? 】

[Thank you brother-in-law for the red envelope. 】

[Thank you brother-in-law for the red envelope, don't mess up the formation downstairs. 】

[Treat, trench gas is soaring! 】

Those who are called brother-in-law are all fans of the old friend.

Of course, Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan didn't know about these follow-up matters, because after they posted on Weibo, they started eating.

The Mo family did not have the rule of not talking when eating or sleeping, so the dinner table was full of chatter and laughter, very lively.

The New Year's Eve dinner was eaten very slowly.

There is heating in the house, so you are not afraid that the dishes will be cold.

At the end, Mrs. Mo prepared lucky money for everyone present.

Mo Zhixuan also sent a red envelope to everyone.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Chu Jin helped clean up the dishes, but when she picked up the dishcloth to wash the dishes, she was driven out of the kitchen by Mrs. Mo, "I can just come here, you young people can go out and play. "

"That's right, Brother Jin, you can let my mother do these things, let's go to the Spring Festival Gala together." Mo Qingyi pulled Chu Jin to the living room.

Nowadays, watching the Spring Festival Gala on New Year's Eve has become a habit of Chinese people.

At 20 o'clock, the Spring Festival Gala has just begun.

In the living room, Mo Zhixuan and Chu Xiu were already sitting on the sofa. They were chatting for some unknown reason. Seeing Chu Jin and Mo Qingyi approaching, Mo Zhixuan stood up and said, "I'll cut some fruit for you. What do you want to eat?"

"I want pineapples and lychees." Mo Qingyi spoke first.

"Peach." Chu Jin continued.

"Watermelon, thank you brother-in-law." Chu Xiu politely thanked her.

Mo Qingyi smiled and patted his head, "Young man, you have a future, you have a future,"

The Mo family has prepared all kinds of fruits all year round, even if they are out of season, they have enough. After Mo Zhixuan responded, he went to prepare the fruits.

The nuts are still on the table.

"You are the only boy here, so don't eat it, peel it for us." Mo Qingyi picked up a bag of macadamia nuts and handed them to Chu Xiu.

Chu Xiu didn't refute either, and took the bag without complaint. He almost didn't even need the opener, and he could squeeze open the fruit shell with his bare hands.

Seeing that Mo Qingyi was stunned for a while, he thought in his heart, if this was photographed on Kuaiyin, would it be popular?

Ten minutes later, Mo Zhixuan walked in with two fruit plates.

A funny skit is playing on TV.

Mo Qingyi's slightly magical laughter echoed throughout the room.

Even Chu Jin laughed lightly.

This is what the Chinese New Year should look like. The Mo family seems to have never been so happy. It would be even better if they added a few more children.

Mo Zhixuan walked over, hugged Chu Jin in his arms, and sat on the sofa watching the sketch together.

The other three laughed out loud, but Mo Zhixuan couldn't find anything funny.

Before that, he didn't even know what the Spring Festival Gala was.

After watching for a while, Chu Jin's cell phone began to vibrate non-stop.

She took out her mobile phone to look, and almost all of them were blessing messages. Although they were sent in groups, they were also people's wishes. Chu Jin also edited a blessing message and sent it out.

At the same time, the mobile phones of the other three people dinged.

When Chu Jin sent a text message, she clicked on group sending, so everyone present received it, except for others.

Mo Qingyi immediately took out his mobile phone, and said in a pleasant surprise, "Ah! Brother Jin, did you send me a text message? New Year's Day, a text message. A text message, a blessing..."

Mo Zhixuan took out his mobile phone and saw the text message sent by Chu Jin. He had a good memory, raised his eyes to look at Chu Jin, frowned slightly and said, "Why is the content of my text message the same as hers?"

"Of course it's the same for group postings." Chu Jin raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Then can I do the same?" Mo Zhixuan said seriously, "Resend it to me."

Mo Qingyi: "..."

Chu Xiu: "..."

Chu Jin: "..."

In desperation, Chu Jin had no choice but to edit a different text message and send it to him.