Chapter 241 They Have Their Own Reasons (Page 2/2)

Han Shiguo also listened, because he also supported raising children in such a rough way, and children who grew up in this way would be more resilient.

So when he heard his son admit his mistake so thoroughly, his anger was almost gone.

Come over and pick up the second child, letting him sit on his lap. Although he is good-looking, he is only five years old.

"Did it hurt when dad hit you?" Han Shiguo asked gently.

"It hurts, but I can bear it." Han Jiahong glanced at his father, "Dad, are you not angry anymore?"

"Don't throw stones at people next time, okay?" Han Shiguo definitely loves his child, but he still needs to educate him.

"I understand." As long as Zhou Erbao and the others don't come to cause trouble.

"It's getting late, go back to sleep." Han Shiguo said, unwilling to continue to be mean to him.

Han Jiahong asked him, "The third brother just said that Dad will take us to the movies the day after tomorrow. Is it true or not?"

"Really." Han Shiguo's eyes were gentle. He only realized what the third brother said. It has been a long time since he made time to spend with his brothers.

My daughter-in-law said that when it comes to educating and accompanying children, the father cannot be absent. She and her son understand that he is busy on weekdays, but as long as he is free, they hope he can spend more time with them.

"Okay!" Han Jiahong agreed happily and went back to his room quickly.

Han's mother was in their room. When she saw her grandson coming back, she asked hurriedly, "Did your father beat you?"

"No." Han Jiahong grinned and gave his elder brother a thumbs up.

Han Jiateng calmly took the pen and continued to write his name, and said: "Grandma, go back and rest early. We will go to bed after we finish writing."

This was a study before, and now it is the children's room where they live.

The bed was also replaced with a bunk bed.

The eldest sleeps on the lower bunk, the second sleeps on the upper bunk, and as for the third brother, he sometimes sleeps with the eldest brother and sometimes with the second brother, it depends on him.

Han's mother was relieved and said, "Then you can turn on the lights yourself later."

"Know."

Han's mother went back.

"Hurry up and write. It's time to go to bed after finishing. You won't grow taller if you stay up late!" said Han Jiateng.

Han Jiahong didn't say anything. He took the pen and started writing his own name. This is what they started to do after they turned five last month. They had to learn to write their own names.

Han Jiayi wanted to be lazy today and didn't want to write. "I'll write it tomorrow."

"No, Mom said I have to write every day. Hurry up and get up and write, then go to sleep after finishing." Han Jiahong also said.

Han Jiayi could only write his name with a pout, complaining as he wrote, "My name has the most strokes, why did mom give me such a name? How about calling me Han Jiayiduo? The pronunciation is similar anyway."

"Grandma said there's someone called Han Jiayi in my hometown, and Han Jiayi 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7 are all occupied."

Han Jiayi: “…” They are too cunning!

So what can he do?

Of course I just accepted my fate and wrote my own name. Mom said she would check it when she got back.

However, after writing continuously every day for more than a month, although the names I wrote are still ugly and irregular, I have learned to stay within the framework.

And it can also be seen that these are the three words Han Jiayi.

Of course, what the brothers Han Jiateng and Han Jiahong wrote was like something scratched with chicken feet, but they had already tried very hard. After filling the page with their names, they put it away with satisfaction.

Although they feel tired during the writing process, they always feel a sense of accomplishment after finishing it.