"Brother Ash!"
The hand was already raised, and when the brush was about to be dropped in the next instant, the little baby called out, making Ashiu stiff.
Panting quickly, the eyes looking at the little baby were violent and helpless.
Liu Yusheng's whole heart seemed to be slammed by an invisible big hand, and it hurt.
She squeezed into the boy's arms, held the wrist of his pen with her little hand, pulled it down, and put her little hand on the back of the boy's thin and pale hand, "I didn't know how to write before. In the beginning, Brother Ash taught me this way. ."
The little hand pushed the young man's hand and dropped the tip of the pen on the white paper, moving him one by one, leaving ink marks on the paper.
"This is a herringbone." The font is loose, crooked, and tangible, but the smile on Liu Yusheng's face is very bright. Looking back at the boy, his eyes are full of joy and joy, "Look, is it easy, writing is unimaginable It’s so difficult in China, Brother Ash, don’t be discouraged, you just temporarily forgot, it’s not that you don’t.
The character is ugly, almost a ball of ink, completely incomparable with the graceful font handwritten by the little baby next to it.
But it was strange that the mania pervading in Ash's body slowly faded and disappeared.
Because of that smiling face, because of the temperature from the tender little hand that is half the size of the back of his hand.
As his eyes calmed down, Ashiu pursed the corners of his lips, "No, I have to teach."
"good."
The little baby turned around, engrossed in his hands, and taught him to write horizontally on the white paper.
The little man is only a little bit higher than the square table and can only stand. That's it, he sits on a stool, and he is half a head higher than her.
He encircled her, that is, encircled her completely in his own world. He liked this situation so much, he only felt that it was the most precious treasure in the world, and he could desperately protect it.
"It's not the head rope, it's Shengsheng." Uncontrollably, such a whisper overflowed in his mouth.
The voice rang in his ears, very soft and faint, like an unconscious whisper, Liu Yusheng happened to hear it clearly.
After being slightly startled, the corners of his lips slowly rose.
Well, Brother Ashiu can finally tell that she is not the red-headed rope he once held in his arms.
There was more and more ink on the white paper, and the handwriting became clearer and clearer. The boy didn’t realize it at all. He wrote more and more smoothly and faster and faster. Even in the end, he didn’t read what the little baby wrote. Glancing at those papers, the writing never stops.
Liu Yusheng was the first to notice, and secretly relieved the strength of his hand, only to put it on the back of the young man's hand, while the pen was still sliding.
The teenager gradually became addicted to it without knowing it, until he finished writing a few pages and found that the little hand that conveyed warmth to him was absent from the back of his hand, and then he stopped abruptly and his hand was stiff in the air.
Astonished, he looked at the little baby who turned his head and smiled lightly at him.
"This one, and this one, was written by Brother Ashiu himself. Isn't it amazing?" The little baby lay out the top two white papers side by side and leaned slightly so that the boy could see the paper clearly. The handwriting.
Qi Jin is powerful, clear and elegant, just as she thought.
"I, I wrote?"
"Yes, Brother Ashiu wrote better than Shengsheng. I said earlier that Brother Ashiu is great and a very powerful person." The little baby lifted his chin, proud, like those words, It was just what she wrote.
The boy's eyes were round and he still couldn't believe it.
Old lady Liu came out to pour dirty water. She just saw this scene and walked over in surprise, "Oh, the two babies are writing? Grandma, see how they are writing."
"Grandma, Brother Ashiu is amazing. He memorized all the parts I didn't write in the Three-Character Sutra! You see, these are the characters written by Brother Ashiu. Doesn't it look good?"
Mrs. Liu couldn't understand the writing well, so she could only compare the character with the two she had read, and then nod her head again and again, "It looks good, it looks good, it's much better than the words written by your brothers!"
There is no comparison with Liu Yusheng's writing.
There is nothing wrong with their nanny. If anyone says that the nanny is not good, it must be that the person’s eyes have a problem.
The grandparents and grandchildren boasted for a long time with the fonts and the glory, and the boasting and boasting are all in their own place.
Inexplicably, Ashiu laughed.
I don't know why, a sentence appeared in his mind, Wang Po selling melons.
He is a melon planted by Wang Po.
Today, there is the scorching sun, half hung in the sky, casting a warm light, not hot, not dazzling, and comfortable and gentle.
The breeze blew up the hair fringe on the little baby's hair bun, and sometimes hit Ah Xiu's face, causing a slight itching.
Ah Xiu didn't hide, put down the brush in his hand, tilted his head slightly to watch one old and one small squatting on the side of the square table, arguing against the small white paper, boasting from the first to the last.
The hearty laughter of the old woman, the crisp and soft milky voice of the little baby, intertwined a warm melody in the farmyard.
People are reluctant to even bother.
Qian Wanjin was about to be mad.
In the past, every time he came, as long as she heard the sound of the carriage, Grandma Liu would come out and greet him to come in as soon as possible.
Now he has been standing at the door for a long time, and no one in the yard noticed his presence.
The feeling of falling out of favor increased exponentially, and Qian Wanjin darkened his face, "Cough, cough!" He coughed hard and loudly.
"Yo, Xiaojinjin is here? Why don't you come in, and what are you doing standing at the door? This child!" Old lady Liu finally turned her head when she heard the cough, "Hurry up to the kitchen room and drink some water. Right?"
Qian Wanjin didn't stretch himself, almost coughing, choked and choked by the wind? "Grandma, why don't you say I'm sick!"
Feeling wronged, the young man stepped in the door, walked to the old woman a few strides, and squatted down next to her.
"Never talk nonsense, you are as strong as a little calf if you are sick. You haven't even sneezed in the past few years. Grandma still doesn't know you?" Old lady Liu gave him a look, but she caressed her hand uneasy. On his forehead.
It's not hot, so I feel relieved.
The little calf is not angry, nor is it angry.
He raised his eyes and looked at the little girl, hey, conscientious, covering his mouth and laughing at him!
"Little girl film, what are you laughing about, come out, what is it like to nest there! Do you know whether men and women give or receive?" This posture is not pleasing to the eye, the little girl doesn't know how to defend people, and she has been eaten tofu!
Ashiu looked at him with cold eyes, "Sheng Sheng is six years old and still young."
There was a pause, "Grandma said."
Oh, Qian Wanjin smiled angrily, don't look at me with admiration, the little madman can actually speak well.
I also know to block him with what Grandma Liu said!
Also, what was he just called? grandmother
He knew it was sinister!
Even if you are stupid, you can't change the essence!