There was nothing left or right. Mu Zhi had learned some words from her father since she was a child. Although Su Kui didn't know if there was any problem with being a child, Mu Nianjun was also the first child she taught.
Don't persuade!
"Well, does Junjun know the origin of his name? You have to learn to write your name today to allow eating, do you know?"
In terms of education, Su Kui has always adhered to principles, but Nianzai Xiaozheng is too slightly autistic, and she will not push too close.
Now Mu Nianjun is not repelling her as much as at the beginning, everything is developing in a good place, and Su Kui is also relieved.
Mu Nianjun is a critical line of the mission, and there is absolutely no room for failure!
"Yun Poyue came to Huanying, and he brought out a piece of lovesickness, where the love returns, and read the monarch alone. This word is the origin of the name of Xiao Nianjun. Of course, now my mother will not explain this word to you. The meaning of, when you grow up, you will naturally understand."
The former Mu Zhi didn't understand, but only thought that the man's wild species was what the sister was carrying in her belly.
But Su Kui doesn’t think so. If you can give Mu Nianjun the word "Nianjun", you can understand Muqu's mood. Presumably, she is the father who loves admiring Nianjun so much that she has no name and no distinction. Gave birth to this child.
He carried good sustenance, not resentment, and should not be treated so indifferently.
"Mu, it's the admiration of longing. Mother will take you to write it again. Be serious~"
Su Kui patted his head, pulled back his mind that didn't know where he was wandering, and shook his hand, writing and drawing on the sand table.
As for why you don’t use paper—
Isn't it because of poverty
I couldn't afford the food. Where did the money come from to buy the paper, Su Kui also crossed over and got some novel embroidery samples. After the embroidery was done, he could sell it to the embroidery shop at a high price to get enough food.
Otherwise, based on the fact that the rice tank was empty when she first came, she would starve to death from one year to the next. In the impoverished home, even the rats do not patronize.
In her own home, Su Kui is a lot more casual. She is still in a plain blue coarse cloth dress, her hair is not rolled up, but she is casually tied behind her head.
Several strands of mischievous hair dangled from her forehead, and the bright sunlight hit her, giving her a sense of beauty.
Who would have thought that she was already the mother of a five-year-old child
Yan Liang couldn't think of it. Looking at her face, it was easy for people to forget this fact.
With the courtyard door open, Su Kui didn't hear the sound of a wheelchair at all. After teaching Mu Nianjun to write the word "Mu", she was free, hooked her hair to her ears, and then Xianxin raised her head and rubbed her sore neck.
Then, at a glance, he saw the man with a breezy moon at the door.
"Young Master Yan?"
Su Kui frowned. When did he come, he didn't realize it? She knocked her head and stood up, still annoyed that she hadn't noticed.
The woman's careful thinking is so easy to guess, it is all written on her face.
Yan Liang couldn't help but smiled. As soon as he smiled, the corners of his lips showed a shallow smile, which was sparse and clean, which made people yearn for.
"Mrs. Mu, Yan Mou came to thank you."
Maybe it was her bowl of ginger soup that worked, and she went back to take a hot bath, and she was refreshed the next day, and she didn't have a headache or fever.
Even his relentless guards were greatly relieved, and they all came to Peach Blossom Village to recuperate, that's right!
"Come in, Young Master Yan."
"Are you teaching Nianjun to write?" Yan Liang approached, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Su Kui curiously.