Upon hearing this, the aunt first glanced at Chen Bing beside her. Then she realized that the other party was a celestial being, a Wenqu Star descended from heaven, far beyond the reach of her mortal daughter.

So she quickly agreed, but still insisted on leaving her daughter there, thinking that it would be good for her to absorb more literary knowledge while she was still young.

And so, Liu Wucheng took the two children in and chatted with them casually for a bit.

As the conversation progressed, Chen Bing also remembered who the brother and sister were.

My younger sister was named Zhu Xinru, and she was a few months younger than me. When we were four or five years old, the most carefree age, I often played with her and a few other kids from the village.

However, after the village was demolished and they moved to the town, she became rarely seen. I vaguely remember that she was obsessed with love in her first year of high school, and her grades plummeted afterward, eventually only getting into a private junior college.

The older brother, Zhu Shuo, was four or five years older than him and was a good-for-nothing good-for-nothing.

I often skipped school when I was in fifth or sixth grade, and later in junior high, I would sneak out of school at night to spend the night in internet cafes. As an adult, I naturally didn't amount to much, drifting from factory to factory worker, becoming a complete factory worker.

Of course! I don't mean any discrimination against college graduates or factory workers here. Please don't overinterpret it. Every profession is noble. As long as you don't steal or rob, and you earn money honestly, you're doing a great job.

Ahem, I've gone off on a tangent.

After regaining her senses, Chen Bing sized up the two little brats in front of her.

Needless to say, Zhu Xinru, a two-and-a-half-year-old child, doesn't understand anything yet; her innocent eyes are taking in her surroundings. What's commendable is that she remains quiet and well-behaved even in unfamiliar surroundings.

As for her brother Zhu Shuo, he was responding to Liu Wucheng's words with some impatience.

If his mother hadn't promised to buy him a game console if he came to learn calligraphy, he wouldn't have given up watching Hunan TV's Golden Eagle Cartoon Channel and come here instead!

After exchanging a few words, Liu Wucheng began teaching Zhu Shuo the basics.

At first, he was still somewhat excited about it, so he studied quite diligently. But in less than ten minutes, his mind started to wander.

Looking at the old-fashioned wall clock, he wondered if Pleasant Goat should start now.

"Ahem, don't get distracted." Seeing that he looked lost in thought, Liu Wucheng coughed twice to remind him.

Zhu Shuo reluctantly pulled his heart back, then casually wrote a couple of lines before drifting off into thought again.

Seeing Zhu Shuo lose focus once again, Liu Wucheng secretly shook his head.

This child is too impetuous; he's simply not cut out for calligraphy.

but……

Liu Wucheng glanced at Chen Bing, who was writing diligently beside him, and smiled to himself.

That's true. Children this age are naturally restless, and a mature, steady, intelligent, and wise child like my grandson is a rare find.

The differences between people are revealed through comparison. With Zhu Shuo providing a point of comparison, Liu Wucheng became even more satisfied with Chen Bing.

While Zhu Shuo was lost in thought and completely distracted, Zhu Xinru, having seen enough of the environment and having no one to play with, suddenly burst into tears.

Her cries were like a bugle call, making Zhu Shuo, who could no longer contain his wild heart, suddenly stand up.

He picked up his still-crying sister and rushed out of the house like lightning, without even saying goodbye.

She ran straight home, shouting, "Mom! Mom! My little sister is crying and wants to go home!"

He ran off in a flurry of activity, disappearing without a trace, and even his shouts faded into the distance.

Chen Bing stopped writing the Spring Festival couplets and looked up at Liu Wucheng beside her.

The grandfather and grandson smiled at each other and continued writing Spring Festival couplets.

Since then, Zhu Shuo and his sister have been frequently forced by their aunt to come and learn calligraphy. But a child who yearns for the wind will never be bound by a cage. Whenever he finds a suitable or unsuitable reason, he will simply take his sister home.

The reasons for whether something is appropriate or inappropriate depend mainly on what kind of anime is being broadcast on television at the time.

If it's something Zhu Shuo likes, he won't wait for a suitable reason. But if it's something he doesn't like, or if it hasn't even aired yet, he'll have plenty of patience to wait for a suitable reason.

This guerrilla warfare was destined from the moment the aunt broke her promise and didn't buy him a game console, instead attempting to force him into submission.

As a result, neither side achieved anything in this war without gunfire, which lasted for more than six months.

The auntie failed to make Zhu Shuo submit; he always outwardly complied but inwardly refused to study, and in the past six months, he had barely even touched a pen.

Similarly, Zhu Shuo also failed to achieve his strategic goal. Not only did the aunt not buy him a game console, she also successfully ruined his free time.

For the older woman, not only did Zhu Shuo's strategic intentions fail to materialize, but her daughter also failed to get along well with Chen Bing.

Unlike Zhu Shuo, who didn't work hard enough, Zhu Xinru simply didn't have a chance.

Because Chen Bing is very busy every day, not only does she have to learn all kinds of knowledge and cultivate all kinds of talents, but she also has to guide her father's path to making money from time to time. She really has no time to play house with this three-year-old kid.

Although he intends to relive his life, occasionally playing children's games with his childhood friends and reminiscing about past joys, this doesn't mean he plans to waste his precious time on it.

You can only spare one or two hours a week at most.

Moreover, although they were supposed to be playing children's games, some of the games were so boring that Chen Bing, with a mischievous sense of humor, found some fun for himself.

He began to guide the children's group he was in, using his adult knowledge and wisdom to manipulate them into playing the games he wanted.

This led to an additional effect: he became known as the "king of the kids."

The reason for this situation is partly because I intellectually surpass these three- or four-year-old kids.

On the other hand, through the villagers, led by the aunt, her nicknames of "intelligent," "genius," and even "literary star" spread like wildfire.

As a result, when the adults in the family educate their children, they will take themselves as role models and ask them to learn from them.

Children usually see adults as authorities and parents as the truth.

Therefore, the so-called "Chen Bing authority" became deeply ingrained in their young minds.

...

"Bingbing! A big black dog has appeared near my house. It barks at me every time I pass by. Let's go teach it a lesson!"

One day in May 2008, when Chen Bing was playing with the village kids again after a long time, one of the boys wearing a silver fish necklace said this to him.

After hearing what he said, Chen Bing thought about it and decided that since she had nothing else to do, she might as well go and take a look.

If it really is a vicious dog, it's best to get an adult to handle it as soon as possible. Otherwise, he worried that if he left, these little kids would provoke it just for fun.

It's fine if they didn't beat the black dog; at most, these kids would just get bitten a couple of times to learn their lesson. But if they had, Chen Bing couldn't believe how these kids, who didn't even have much of a sense of right and wrong, would mistreat it.

Putting aside how tragic it would be for Xiu Gou to be played with by a group of children, the fact that abuse occurs in childhood, whether the child is the instigator or the victim, has a significant impact on their entire life.

For the sake of them calling him "brother," he didn't want these people to grow up to be psychologically twisted psychopaths.