Old Wu is almost due!

One day.

Two days.

Three days.

It was getting closer and closer to the Lunar New Year. Red lanterns were being hung up all over the place at the research institute. The decorations brought a jubilant mood as the researchers waited for the arrival of the new year.

"Put up the couplets!"

"Old Li, the couplet you wrote is too ugly."

"Hahaha, I can't help it. That's just how skilled I am."

"True, we're all academics doing research day in and day out, so it's not like there are many of us who have good calligraphy."

"Hey, you better not say something like that. Have you all forgotten? The best calligrapher in the country is attached to our research institute."

"Oh yes, we should be asking Professor Zhang to write some couplets for us instead."