"Brother Xiao, it's crooked. A little to the left."
"No, that's not right either. Brother Xiao, a little to the right."
"It still doesn't look quite right... A little lower. No, wait, maybe a little higher. Yes, yes! Just like that."
"Alright, I'm sticking it down then."
Xiao Mo, standing on a stepladder, smoothed out the couplet with his hand, trying his best to eliminate every wrinkle.
However, just as Xiao Mo stepped off the ladder, Xiao Qing stroked her chin. "Why do I feel like it's still a little crooked? It should have been a bit more to the left."
"Hmph..." Xiao Mo gave Xiao Qing a light rap on the head. "It's already pasted on, and *now* you're telling me? Next door!"
"Oww..."
Xiao Mo and Xiao Qing moved the stepladder to the next door to hang another couplet.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Bai Ruxue was cooking.
Today was New Year's Eve.
