Chapter 620: 622, Jin Ge V587 (first update)

Mo Zhixuan wore a clean, dust-free white shirt with neatly rolled sleeves, revealing a section of his fair, strong arm. His hand, with well-defined joints, held the writing brush in an indescribably attractive manner.

Watching him, he was like a jade-like gentleman who had stepped right out of a book.

Graceful and unmatched in this world.

Chu Jin had a momentary stun before quickly recovering, rolling up her sleeves, and walking over to Mo Zhixuan. She picked up the ink stick, poured some clean water into the inkstone, and began to slowly grind it.

Her ink-grinding posture was very professional, and she was using her left hand. Soon enough, a faint scent of ink wafted through the air.

Mo Zhixuan, holding the brush in hand, dipped it into the inkstone to get some ink, then bent down and started writing.

Two lines of running script fell onto the red paper.

See the writing and see the man.

This saying was indeed no lie.

Mo Zhixuan’s calligraphy, just like the man himself, was bold and full of ink, vigorous and natural, grand and majestic!

It revealed the air of a ruler, lofty and unrestrained, within the fluidity of running script!

Even contemporary calligraphy masters, upon seeing such writing, would probably feel deeply ashamed.

Such calligraphy could now only be seen in museums.

"How does my writing look?" Mo Zhixuan looked up at Chu Jin, his deep phoenix eyes bottomless black, just like the ink.

Chu Jin’s lips slightly curved, and she slowly uttered two words, "Passable."

"Dishonest," Mo Zhixuan put down the brush and leaned over, "You deserve a punishment."

Before Chu Jin could react, she was held by the head and received a direct kiss—a clear advantage of being tall!

Mr. Mo’s nearly 190-centimeter-long legs were not just for show.

In fact, over the last year, Chu Jin had grown quite a bit too, from 165 to 170 centimeters, but compared to Mr. Mo, she was like a little dwarf, barely reaching his shoulder.

While kissing, he also gently bit her red lips, leaving a row of teeth marks that stirred the heartstrings.

After the kiss, Chu Jin gently pushed him away and raised her eyebrows slightly, "Or did you want me to say it was terrible?"

Mo Zhixuan looked at her and began to speak slowly, "It’s not just passable—it’s utterly captivating."

"Conceited." Chu Jin lightly raised her elegant eyebrows and continued, "You must not have seen true brilliance in writing, have you?"

With those words, she picked up the brush, and, ambidextrously, she rapidly left two lines of characters on the red paper.

"Wow, amazing!" Mo Qingyi clapped excitedly from the sidelines, as she had never seen anyone write with both hands simultaneously.

And she was using a writing brush, no less. More importantly, the writing was beautiful!

Powerful enough to make an impression through the paper, graceful and tall, like a wild horse breaking free or a dragon soaring into the sky.

It was in no way inferior to Mo Zhixuan’s handwriting.

"You flatter me, you flatter me," Chu Jin smiled, bowing her hands to Mo Qingyi in a very proper manner.

Mo Qingyi, holding her smartphone, looked towards Chu Jin, "Brother Jin Brother Jin, I want to go viral on Kuaiyin, can you fulfill this wish for me?"

Kuaiyin is currently a super popular video app in China, where many lifestyle experts and internet celebrities register and gain likes and followers through posting videos or livestreaming.

Even ordinary people can post videos.

Some individuals can even become internet famous overnight with a single viral video.

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Chu Jin looked at her, her eyebrows slightly raised.

Seeing an opportunity, Mo Qingyi continued, "Brother Jin, write it again, and I’ll record it with my phone and upload it to Kuaiyin. Your ambidextrous stance is definitely a display of skill; it’s bound to go viral!"

"Brother Jin, don’t worry, I’ll find the angle to avoid your face," Mo Qingyi continued.

"Okay." Chu Jin nodded slightly, gathering up the finished couplets, spreading out a new sheet of red paper, and then turning to look at Mo Zhixuan, "Stop dawdling, go grind the ink. Can’t you see I’m about to get busy?"

Mo Zhixuan was willing to go along with her and immediately bent over in a servant-like manner, "As you wish, please go ahead."

Seeing Chu Jin agree, Mo Qingyi hurriedly pulled out his phone, "Brother Jin, Brother Jin, wait a moment, I’m going to pick a really powerful background music."

"That works," Chu Jin habitually raised a hand to flick his hair, coolly saying, "Let me know once you’ve chosen."

"Mhm mhm." Mo Qingyi nodded eagerly.

A minute later, Mo Qingyi selected a super powerful ancient-style music, took the climax as the background music, and gave Chu Jin an "ok" hand signal, "Brother Jin, it’s ready."

Chu Jin, adept with the brush, leaned forward slightly, his hands moving in unison, his whole motion flowing as smoothly as clouds and water, supremely powerful.

Once the video was recorded, Mo Qingyi edited some text, "Brother Jin v587!" and then clicked to send it.

There had been quite a few calligraphers who had shown their talent on social media, but hardly anyone could wield the brush with both hands as Chu Jin could!

Therefore, the moment Mo Qingyi’s video was posted, it immediately attracted countless viewers.

"Boss, please take my knees."

"Predicting the host will become popular, seizing front row seats."

"Fake, right? Even a master-level calligrapher might not have such skill, is this person for real?"

"So awesome! I couldn’t even see clearly how she wrote it."

"Has the video been edited? Was this really done by one person?"

"From a professional editor’s perspective, this video hasn’t been touched at all, aside from the background music, the host didn’t even use the beautify function."

"Host, you’re so amazing."

"Everyone shout together: Brother Jin v587! Those below, please maintain formation."

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All kinds of voices.

Mo Qingyi had been registered on social media for a full year now, and she had never received so many comments. She was so excited that she almost jumped up.

Moreover, the video quickly made it to the trending list.

"Brother Jin, Brother Jin, I’ve really made it, look, look, already 500 comments!" Mo Qingyi excitedly showed her phone to Chu Jin.

Getting 500 comments in just a few minutes was really quite a lot.

And with that, Mo Qingyi’s follower count also shot up.

It truly gave Mo Qingyi a taste of what it’s like being an internet celebrity.

After finishing the couplets, Chu Jin busied herself with Mo Zhixuan, going out to paste the couplets and hang lanterns.

At this time, the sky had gradually darkened.

The sound of firecrackers grew louder and more intense.

And fireworks blossomed across the horizon.

The Mo family was quite traditional, and before starting the New Year’s Eve dinner, it was necessary to first worship their ancestors.

With the offerings and paper money prepared, the group headed toward the ancestral hall.

In past years, the ancestral worship was quiet with just three people.

This year, there were six, twice as many as before, their journey filled with conversation and laughter, wonderfully lively.

Following the old ancestral tradition, outsiders were not allowed to enter the inner ancestral hall; however, the Mo family matriarch declared that this was a new era and those old customs were no longer in vogue, so she took everyone to the ceremony, as the more the merrier.

The ancestral hall was also located within the Phoenix Manor, so it was just a short walk away.

Before the worship, firecrackers must be set off.

Then came the burning of joss paper and the presenting of offerings.

The ritual was complicated, and Chu Jin had never experienced any of this before. Everything seemed so novel to her, and she kept following Mo Zhixuan, asking questions about everything.

Mo Zhixuan hung a string of firecrackers on a tree and glanced at Chu Jin, "Cover your ears, I’m going to light them now."

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

With the crackling sound of firecrackers, the ancestral worship ceremony officially began.

Mo Qingyi and Chu Xiu were crouched down, burning joss paper.

Mo Zhixuan took Chu Jin to set the offerings.

After the ancestral worship.

The New Year’s Eve dinner commenced.

A full table of dishes, with fish and shrimp, the selection was very rich.

Chu Jin took out her cell phone, snapped a photo, and posted a Weibo update.

"The Return of the Past" V: Happy New Year! [Picture jpg]

She then set up a red envelope with 100,000 yuan.

It was for 50,000 people, and it got claimed within less than ten minutes.

Mo Zhixuan also sent out a red envelope.

The cover of the red envelope showed 5,200,000 yuan, and then @ "The Return of the Past" V.

Because the amount of money was large, almost every person managed to receive varying amounts, generally between ten and twenty yuan.

On Weibo, this was considered a super-sized red envelope!

[I’m blinded by riches! Thanks for the red envelope, tycoon!]

[This is a unique way to show off love!]

[Is there anyone else like me who quietly counted the number of zeros?]]

[Tycoon, dare you drop one that’s 1,314,520?]

[Thanks for the brother-in-law’s red envelope.]

[Thanks for the brother-in-law’s red envelope, don’t break the queue formation below.]

[Rich, extravagantly wealthy!]

Those calling him brother-in-law were fans of "The Return of the Past."

Of course, Chu Jin and Mo Zhixuan knew nothing of this as, after posting their Weibo updates, they started their meal.

The Mo family didn’t have the rule of silence at the dinner table, so there was lively and cheerful conversation all around, creating a warm atmosphere.

The New Year’s Eve dinner was a leisurely affair.

With the heating on inside, they didn’t worry about the dishes getting cold.

As the dinner drew to a close, the Mo family matriarch prepared New Year’s money for everyone present.

Mo Zhixuan also handed out red envelopes to everyone.

After the New Year’s Eve dinner, Chu Jin helped to clear the dishes and utensils. When she picked up a cloth to wash the dishes, she was shooed out of the kitchen by the Mo family matriarch, "I can take care of it here, let you young people go out and have fun."

"Exactly, Brother Jin, let my mom handle this stuff, and let’s go watch the Spring Festival Gala together," Mo Qingyi said, pulling Chu Jin toward the living room.

Nowadays, watching the Spring Festival Gala on New Year’s Eve has become a habit for the people of China mainland.

At 8 p.m., the Spring Festival Gala had just begun.

In the living room, Mo Zhixuan and Chu Xiu were already seated on the couch, chatting about something. When they saw Chu Jin and Mo Qingyi approaching, Mo Zhixuan stood up, "I’ll go cut some fruit for you; what do you three want?"

"I want pineapple and lychee," Mo Qingyi was the first to respond.

"Peach," Chu Jin followed.

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

Mo Qingyi chuckled and patted his head, "Young man, you’ve got a bright future."

The Mo family always had a variety of fruits in stock, even off-season ones, so upon getting an answer, Mo Zhixuan went to prepare the fruit.

The table was also laden with various types of nuts.

"You’re the only boy here, don’t eat any, help us peel them instead," Mo Qingyi handed a bag of macadamia nuts to Chu Xiu.

Chu Xiu didn’t object, dutifully took the bag, and managed to crack the nuts open with his bare hands, almost without needing a nutcracker.

This left Mo Qingyi stunned, thinking, if this were filmed and put on social media, would it go viral?

A few minutes later, Mo Zhixuan returned with two fruit platters.

A comedic skit was playing on TV.

The room echoed with Mo Qingyi’s somewhat demonic laughter.

Even Chu Jin couldn’t help but chuckle.

This was what New Year’s should look like. The Mo family had never seemed so joyous before; it would be even better if there were a few more children around.

Mo Zhixuan walked over and held Chu Jin in his arms as they sat down on the couch to watch the skit.

The other three burst into laughter, but Mo Zhixuan couldn’t find anything to laugh about.

Before this, he didn’t even know what the Spring Festival Gala was.

After a while, Chu Jin’s mobile phone began to vibrate incessantly.

She took it out to look, and almost all the messages were New Year’s wishes. Even though they were mass texts, they represented people’s good intentions, so Chu Jin composed a general New Year’s greeting text and sent it out.

At the same time, the other three’s phones pinged with the notification.

When Chu Jin sent the text, she had selected mass messaging, so besides others, everyone present also received it.

Mo Qingyi immediately took out his phone, a surprised look on his face, "Wow! Brother Jin, you sent me a text? When the New Year comes, texts do too. As texts arrive, so does my blessing..."

Mo Zhixuan took out his phone and also saw the text from Chu Jin. With his exceptional memory, he looked at Chu Jin with a slight frown, "Why is the content of my text the same as hers?"

"Of course they’re the same if it’s a mass text," Chu Jin raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Can mine be different?" Mo Zhixuan asked seriously, "Send me another one."

Mo Qingyi: "..."

Chu Xiu: "..."

Chu Jin: "..."

Left with no choice, Chu Jin had to compose a different text and send it to him.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by Aunomay Read