Lin Yicheng, ever the thoughtful little dumpling, had prepared gifts for everyone. With a focused look on his small face, he proudly handed out red paper calligraphies with his own personal writings, each one a well-wishing masterpiece.
'Happy New Year, bright and true. May joy and laughter stay with you. Big dreams shine like stars above. A year of hope, a year of love!'
Nanzhi, seeing the exquisite craftsmanship of his work, couldn't help but be in awe. "My sweetheart is so talented!" she exclaimed, her heart swelling with pride.
Lin Yicheng, not one to hide his cleverness, whispered in his little voice, "I asked my Grandmother and Uncle to teach me!"
In truth, the little one didn't want to ask his family for money. Instead, he wanted to give something of his own, and after some contemplation, he remembered the beautiful landscape and calligraphy paintings he had seen the night before. It was then that the idea struck—he could make something just as beautiful!
