After dealing with the naughty and greedy children, the paste finally served its correct purpose.
Ye Zhenzhen gave the important task of putting up the window grilles to Cui Weizhen: "The child's father, you are the head of the family, you put up the decorations."
But, aren’t you the one in charge of this family?
Cui Weizhen's lips moved, but his unspoken words were finally defeated by the ridicule in her eyes. He obediently went to pick out the window grilles - he first picked out the word "福" cut by Cui Zhiming, smeared glue on the back, and carefully picked out the window grilles.
Get up and go to the window.
He had rich experience in pasting Spring Festival couplets. He did not rashly paste them on the windows. Instead, he gestured at a certain position and adjusted it to an angle he was satisfied with. Then he asked his wife: "Is this position okay?"
Ye Zhenzhen took a few steps back, looked at it carefully, and shook her head: "No, it's a little crooked. It's moved an inch to the upper left."
Cui Weizhen moved his position according to his wife's request without hesitation, and then looked back at her.
"Not bad, not biased, right in the middle."
Ye Zhenzhen did not forget her son and nephew. In order to let them have a sense of participation, she even asked: "Zhi Duan, Zhi Ming, what do you think?"
Cui Zhiming was an honest child, and he did not deviate from what she said. However, Cui Zhiduan put on his airs, walked up and down with his hands behind his back, tilted his little head to the left, then tilted it again, constantly sizing up the position, frowning,
He looked like he was taking things seriously.
Ye Zhenzhen was so cute by his little appearance that her heart beat wildly. She resisted the urge to put her son in her arms and knead her, and smiled very gently: "Wangzi, please give me some advice quickly. Daddy has been holding up the window grilles. His hands should be tired."
Already."
After all, Cui Weizhen is still a martial arts practitioner, and he still has some strength in his hands. There is no problem in maintaining the movements for a while. However, he is very impressed by his wife's concern and also urges his son: "Wangzi
Do you have a decision?"
Cui Zhiduan also felt sorry for his father and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, dad, the window grilles are still too high, we need to move them down a little bit."
But he couldn't tell how much a little bit was. The child hadn't learned arithmetic yet.
Cui Weizhen secretly planned in his heart to put arithmetic on the agenda for his son, but without hesitation in his hand movements, he moved down and said: "Remind dad if you can."
"Daddy! It's okay! It's okay!"
Cui Zhiduan jumped up anxiously, and Cui Weizhen calmly stopped: "Here?"
"Yes, yes, right here." Cui Zhiduan nodded crazily.
Cui Weizhen smiled slightly, pasted the window grille that had been sticky in his hand for a long time, looked at his wife, and both of them laughed in tacit understanding——
In fact, Ye Zhenzhen's suggestion just now was the most accurate position, but later it was a little bit lower. This is not to blame Cui Zhiduan, who calls him short.
It doesn’t matter how it is posted, as long as the child is happy.
Cui Zhiduan happily admired the window grilles that he participated in putting up, and murmured to Cui Zhiming. Ye Zhenzhen on the other side was already very considerately wiping Cui Weizhen's fingers with a hot handkerchief - it must be uncomfortable if the paste sticks to his hands.
of.
Cui Weizhen allowed his wife to wipe his hands while he looked at the remaining window grilles: "There is only one left."
The word "Fu" already occupies one window, so just paste the remaining "couple window grilles" on another window.
Cui Zhiduan felt that he was a skilled worker. He did not need his mother to come on stage, but he directed everything clearly and clearly. The final results were one on the left and one on the right, one on the top and one on the bottom. The two window grilles were not symmetrical at all.
Cui Zhiduan, who was confident in himself: "..."
Seeing the final result, he blushed.
"Dad, why don't you take it off and put it on again." He was extremely embarrassed, feeling that he was doing bad things with good intentions as his mother said.
Ye Zhenzhen lovingly held her precious son in her arms and said with a smile: "Silly boy, symmetry has the beauty of symmetry, and asymmetry also has the taste of asymmetry. If you don't believe me, if you appreciate it carefully, don't you have a different taste?"
Cui Zhiduan was doubtful and stared at the window grilles for a long time. He didn't feel the so-called asymmetrical beauty at all. Instead, his brows became tighter and tighter, making him feel more and more uncomfortable.
The obsessive-compulsive disorder inherited from his father started to show up, and Cui Zhiduan became uneasy: "Mom, I'd better take it off and re-post it."
These two asymmetrical window grilles are extremely unfriendly to patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder - the asymmetry of the patterns can be called artistic, but the position of these two isolated works is asymmetrical, isn't it embarrassing?
Obviously, Cui Weizhen felt the same as his son, just look at him silently removing the window grilles.
Ye Zhenzhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she had to go over to help: "Be gentle, don't expose it."
Fortunately, the window grilles were newly applied and were not very firmly adhered to the window. With the careful movements of Ye Zhenzhen and Cui Weizhen, the window grilles cut by Cui Zhiduan were able to be peeled off completely.
Cui Zhiduan seemed to be on tenterhooks all the time, not daring to take a breath. He was relieved when the window grill was successfully removed. He gasped for air, fearing that his breathing would startle the window grill and damage it.
This little look is so cute.
Ye Zhenzhen was so cute that she hugged her son and kissed her son non-stop. She kept saying, "Mother's baby is so cute!"
Cui Zhiduan was caught off guard by his mother's love attack, and his face turned red. He looked at Brother Cui Zhiming at the side with embarrassment, for fear that Brother Zhiming would laugh at him.
But how did he know that Cui Zhiming would laugh at him at this moment? He felt envious and sad in his heart. He lost his father when he was young, and only relied on the faint memories left in his mind to recall the happiness of family. Now he sees this kind mother and son.
The scene is so sad.
Ye Zhenzhen also noticed Cui Zhiming's abnormality, and directly hugged the child into her arms, kissed his little face, and looked at him with a smile.
Now it was Cui Zhiming's turn to turn red.
Men and women sit on different tables at the age of seven. Cui Zhiming is almost seven years old and has already become slightly aware of the difference between men and women. Although he usually harbors feelings for his aunt, he keeps a distance to some extent. Now he was caught off guard by his aunt and hugged him. He was completely
Everyone seemed to be burned by fire.
Shyness, embarrassment, and a little bit of secret joy and satisfaction all welled up in his heart. Cui Zhiming thought he would refuse, but he didn't. Instead, he nestled in his aunt's arms with peace of mind, his face unconsciously showing
A happy smile.
It turns out that this is what it feels like when brother Zhi Duan is held by his aunt on weekdays. It feels so comfortable. Maybe this is his mother's embrace...
At this moment, the secret gap in Cui Zhiming's heart was unknowingly being filled, and his whole being was filled.
Ye Zhenzhen once again kissed the two children on their foreheads, turned around and met Cui Weizhen's gaze, and couldn't help but give him a bright smile.