Chapter 91

"Brother Axiu!"

The hand has already been raised, and when the brush is about to fall down in the next instant, the little baby screams urgently, making Axiu's body stiff.

Panting quickly, she looked at the little baby with a sullen and helpless look.

Liu Yusheng's whole heart seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand, and the pain was twitching and twitching.

She squeezed into the boy's arms, her small hand grabbed the wrist of his pen, pulled it down, and put her small hand on the back of the boy's slender and pale hand, "I didn't know how to write before, but this is what Brother Axiu taught me at the beginning. ."

The little hand pushed the boy's hand, and dropped the tip of the pen on the white paper. One stroke at a time, it drove him, leaving ink marks on the paper.

"This is herringbone." The font is loose, crooked, and boneless, but the smile on Liu Yusheng's face is very bright, looking back at the young man, his eyes are full of joy, "Look, is it easy, I have no imagination to write. It's so difficult, Brother Axiu, don't be discouraged, you just temporarily forgot, it's not that you won't. It doesn't matter if you really won't, we'll take your time, I'll accompany you."

That character was ugly, almost like a cloud of ink, and it was completely incomparable to the Juanxiu handwriting handwritten by the little baby next to her.

But it was very strange that the mania that pervaded Axiu's body gradually subsided and disappeared.

Because of that smiling face, because of the warmth from that tender little hand that was half the size of the back of his hand.

His eyes calmed down, and Axiu pursed the corners of his lips, "No, I still need to teach."

"it is good."

The little baby turned around, and with his hands full of concentration, taught him to write horizontally and straightly on the white paper.

The little man is only a little bit taller than the square table, so he can only stand, and that's it, sitting on the stool, he is half a head taller than her.

When he surrounds her, he surrounds her completely in his own world. He likes this kind of situation very much. He just feels that this is the most precious treasure in the world, and he can protect it with all his life.

"It's not the headband, it's Shengsheng." Unable to help, such a soft whisper overflowed from his mouth.

The voice rang in the ear, very light and faint, like an unconscious murmur, and Liu Yusheng just happened to hear it clearly.

After a little stunned, the corners of his lips curled up slowly.

Well, brother Axiu can finally tell that she is not the red headband he once held in his arms.

There was more and more ink on the white paper, and the handwriting became clearer and clearer. The young man didn't realize that his writing became smoother and faster, and even at the end, he didn't read the little baby's writing anymore. Those papers glanced at one glance, but the writing never stopped.

Liu Yusheng was the first to notice it, and secretly released the strength from his hand, only laying it on the back of the young man's hand, while the pen was still sliding.

The young man 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 missing on the back of his hand, and then he suddenly stopped, his hand stiff in the air.

Stunned, he looked at the little baby who turned his head and smiled lightly at him.

"This one, and this one, were written by Brother Axiu himself, aren't they great?" Little Wa'er put the top two pieces of white paper side by side and leaned slightly so that the teenager could clearly see the paper 's handwriting.

Strong and powerful, clear and elegant, just as she thought.

"I-I wrote it?"

"Yes, Brother Axiu wrote it, and it's better than Shengsheng. I said long ago that Brother Axiu is a great person. He is a very powerful person." The little baby raised his chin, proud and proud, like those words, It's what she wrote.

The boy's eyes widened, still in disbelief.

Mrs. Liu came out to pour dirty water. Just when she saw this scene, she came over in surprise, "Oh, are the two children writing? Grandma, let's see how the writing is."

"Grandma, Brother Axiu is amazing. He memorized all the parts of the Three Character Classic that I didn't write! Look, these are the words written by Brother Axiu, don't they look good?"

Mrs. Liu couldn't understand how well the words were written, so she could only compare the words with the two she had read, and then nodded again and again, "Good-looking, good-looking, much better than the words written by your two brothers!"

There is no comparison with what Liu Yusheng wrote.

There is nothing wrong with their nan-nan. If anyone says that nan-nan is not good, it must be a problem with that person's eyes.

The grandparents and grandsons boasted for a long time in fonts and glory, and they were all in their own place.

Inexplicably, Axiu laughed.

For some reason, a word popped into his mind, Po Wang sells melons.

He is a melon planted by Wang Po.

There is a scorching sun today, half-hanging in the sky, casting a warm light, not warm, not dazzling, and comfortable and gentle.

The breeze blew slightly, blowing the fringe of the headband on the little baby's bun, and sometimes hit Axiu's face, causing a slight itch.

Ah Xiu didn't dodge, put down the brush in his hand, tilted his head slightly to see the old and the young squatting by the square table, commenting on the small piece of white paper, exaggerating from the first word to the last.

The hearty laughter of the old woman and the crisp and soft milky sound of the little baby create a warm melody in the farmyard.

Let people not even bother to disturb.

Qian Wanjin was about to be pissed off.

In the past, every time he came, Grandma Liu would come out to greet him as soon as he heard the sound of a carriage.

Now he has been standing at the door for a while, and no one in the yard has noticed his existence.

The feeling of falling out of favor multiplied, Qian Wanjin said with a dark face, "cough, cough, cough!" The cough was heavy and loud.

"Yo, Xiao Jinzi is here? Why don't you come in, what are you doing standing at the door? This child!" Mrs. Liu finally turned around when she heard the coughing sound, "Hurry up and drink some water in the kitchen, I will see you coughing and choking on the wind. right?"

Qian Wanjin didn't hold back, he almost coughed and choked on the wind? "Grandma, why didn't you say I was sick!"

Feeling aggrieved, the young man stepped through the door, walked to the old lady with a few strides, and squatted down next to her.

"All nonsense, what's wrong with you, you're as strong as a calf, and you haven't even sneezed in the past few years. Grandma still doesn't know about you?" Mrs. Liu glared at him, but caressed her hand. on his forehead.

It's not hot, just relax.

A calf is not angry with money, nor is he angry.

He raised his eyes to look at the little girl, hey, he was smiling at him with his mouth covered!

"Little girl, what are you laughing at? Come out, what are you talking about in the nest! Do you know whether men and women give or receive it?" This pose was not pleasing to the eye, and the little girl didn't know how to defend herself, and she was eaten tofu!

A Xiu looked at him with cold eyes, "Sheng Sheng is six years old and still young."

After a pause, "grandma said that."

Hehe, Qian Wanjin laughed angrily, and Shibei was impressed. The little madman could actually speak well.

He also knew to block him with what Grandma Liu said!

Also, what was his name just now? grandmother?

He knew it was a sinister one!

Even if you are stupid, you can't change the essence!