OBS Chapter 70 A Sense of Ritual
Chapter 70 A Sense of Ritual
For two consecutive days, Wen Yuzhu made no move.
Aside from going back to his room to sleep, he would wander around the streets.
If you encounter someone who is good-looking, strike up a conversation with them.
If you think there's something to gain, then drink and sing with them.
If you feel dissatisfied, find an excuse to leave.
Those responsible for watching her couldn't help but wonder why the young mistress would give such an order.
Could it be that they're trying to keep this woman away from the young master?
Let alone them, even Wei Dongning is now somewhat unsure.
She assumed that, given Wen Yuzhu's personality, she would definitely meet with the contact person sooner rather than later.
I didn't expect Wen Yuzhu to be so composed.
Tomorrow is the Lunar New Year, and if Wen Yuzhu doesn't make any moves soon, she's starting to think about giving up.
Wei Xiuming also came to see her once.
He just checked to make sure she was safe and then left.
When Wei Dongning learned of this news from Xiao Wu, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the older brother wasn't truly hopelessly seduced by her.
She couldn't eat because she was so worried about not having caught the contact.
This morning, Xiaofu gave her a steamed bun, but she only ate one.
Wei Dongning held a comb in her hand, helping Xiao Wu tidy up her fur: "Xiao Wu, you really can't find out who the contact person is?"
"It's really no use. I've tried everything, even bringing up my mother, but nothing works."
Wei Dongning's shoulders slumped: "Your dad is quite selective."
Xiao Wu patted her arm with his paw: "Don't be discouraged, Ningbao. I believe she will make a move soon."
"I hope so."
On New Year's Eve, Wei Dongning got out of bed early.
Even Gu Peiyan found it unbelievable.
After all, she always goes back to sleep after her martial arts practice every day.
I actually got up on my own today, and I was full of energy.
"Won't you sleep a little longer? There's nothing else to do today anyway."
"Of course there are!" Wei Dongning struggled to squeeze her feet into her shoes. "Hanging lanterns and pasting couplets, what's wrong with that?"
"Aren't there servants?"
Gu Peiyan didn't want to get up.
In previous years, Chinese New Year was the only day he would stay in bed.
Who would have thought that Wei Dongning would be so unusual as to get up so early.
“It’s different. Oh dear, I can’t explain it to you. I want to see them in person; that’s called a sense of ritual.”
The reason she was able to get up early today is actually quite simple.
This was the Chinese New Year she had been looking forward to for a long time.
Seeing that he couldn't stop her, Gu Peiyan simply got out of bed with her.
Xiao Wu hasn't had enough sleep yet.
While everyone else was sleeping last night, it secretly watched TV dramas all night.
It didn't fall asleep until dawn.
Even if she wanted to struggle to get up and stay with Wei Dongning, she was too weak: "Ningbao, I won't stay with you."
Wei Dongning glanced at the entire patch of frost-covered paper flowers that had formed on the window, and patted it on the head: "Go to sleep, it's awfully cold outside."
Besides Xiao Wu, Xiao Fu is the one who understands Wei Dongning the most.
To fulfill her young mistress's last wish of the year, she waved to Qianrong, who was standing at the door: "You're fast on your feet, go and tell them not to do it yet, wait until the young mistress and the young master arrive."
"Understood, I'll go right away."
Qianrong didn't understand their thoughts, but since Sister Xiaofu had told him, there must be a reason for it.
Wei Dongning finished washing up as quickly as possible and casually tied her hair into a bun with a hairpin.
Gu Peiyan had just changed her clothes.
Anxious, Wei Dongning didn't want to wait for him any longer and got up to rush out the door.
"You wait for me."
"Hey, hurry up! They're about to finish!" Wei Dongning stamped her feet anxiously.
She used to think Gu Peiyan was a pretty efficient person, but now that it's almost Chinese New Year, he seems to be going at half speed.
They are slow at getting dressed and washing up.
"Right away." Gu Peiyan quickened her pace in packing.
After he finally finished getting ready, Wei Dongning grabbed his arm and headed towards the front door, saying, "Hurry up, hurry up, we're going to be late."
Wei Dongning dragged him to the gate, where servants were stirring paste in their hands.
Upon seeing them, they greeted them warmly: "Young Master, Young Madam."
Wei Dongning knew she had made it, and was secretly delighted: "Everyone, thank you for your hard work. I just came to check on you. Just pretend I'm not here."
The servants spread the paste evenly on both sides of the door, and soon two other people held up the couplets and pasted them on.
"You didn't write this couplet?"
Wei Dongning was somewhat bewildered as she looked at the handwriting on the couplet that did not belong to Gu Peiyan.
She had seen him writing couplets in his study just a few days ago.
Therefore, it was only natural to assume that the one he wrote should be posted at this time.
“My father writes the couplets on the main gate every year; I just write them to practice.”
Do you write it every year?
Gu Peiyan nodded: "I write it every year, but I just don't post it."
Wei Dongning felt it was a bit of a pity.
His calligraphy is vigorous and powerful; it would be a waste to keep it in his study forever.
"Should we post what you wrote at the entrance of our compound?"
Gu Peiyan was somewhat surprised.
In the past, every New Year, we would simply paste a couplet on the main entrance.
The courtyard where he and his father lived was never decorated except for two red lanterns hung up for decoration.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes."
"I'll do whatever you say."
“This young man is quite savvy.” Wei Dongning raised an eyebrow.
Then, she excitedly went with him to the study: "Are the couplets you wrote in previous years still there?"
"Here." Gu Peiyan took out a stack of red paper from the deepest part of the bookcase.
Over time, those red papers faded a little.
Wei Dongning picked and chose among them.
Looking left and right, I still couldn't find a satisfactory one: "None of these are quite right."
Gu Peiyan folded the couplets she had unfolded back up: "Is there a problem?"
"Yes. We've already put one up at the entrance of our courtyard, and it's not good to leave your dad's courtyard entrance empty. Why don't you hurry up and write another one?"
"Alright." Gu Peiyan handed the ink stick to Wei Dongning: "Then I'll trouble you, my wife, to grind the ink for me."
Following the memories left by the original owner, Wei Dongning quickly ground out the ink.
Sometimes she was really grateful that although the original owner was gone, she still retained all of her skills.
Otherwise, she would have to learn everything from scratch.
But she was too lazy to learn.
Gu Peiyan's calligraphy is flowing and graceful.
Soon, a new couplet appeared on the paper.
Wei Dongning held up the red paper and blew on it twice: "Gu Peiyan, you're really amazing!"
Not only is his handwriting beautiful, but he also has a wealth of knowledge.
If she were to write it, she would feel incredibly proud if she could finish it by next year's Chinese New Year.
Wei Dongning placed the two couplets side by side, compared them, and then picked up the one he had written a few days ago: "Put this one in your father's yard."
The two couplets are not much different in content, but the new one was completed with her participation.
It was full of ritual.
Gu Peiyan had no objection to this and waved to Qian Rong, who was standing at the door, saying, "Go and get some paste."
He also had a good idea.