Shen Xiaochuan looked helplessly at the two who were joking around, his lips twitching slightly, seemingly speechless at the scene before him.
At this moment, Shen Zishan looked at his son, who looked like a little old man, with a smile, then winked at his daughter beside him, giving her a look that only the two of them could understand.
Then, the father and daughter, with perfect coordination, surrounded Shen Xiaochuan from both sides.
Suddenly, Shen Xiaoxiao shouted excitedly, "Haha! Brother! Look at my Laughing Claw!"
Before she finished speaking, Shen Xiaoxiao pounced on Shen Xiaochuan like a happy little rabbit, her little hands mercilessly reaching for his armpits and scratching him vigorously.
Upon seeing this, Shen Xiaochuan instinctively shifted to the side, but in that instant, he suddenly realized that doing so might cause his sister to fall to the ground.
So he hurriedly turned back, wanting to help his sister. However, it was too late; Shen Xiaoxiao had already successfully thrown herself onto him.
At the same time, Shen Zishan, who was standing nearby, also pretended to help, deliberately reaching out to grab Shen Xiaochuan's arm.
Now things are really messed up. Shen Xiaochuan, who was already a bit flustered, is completely thrown into chaos.
The three of them chased each other, laughing and joking, their laughter echoing throughout the room.
Just then, Ma Aning came out of the kitchen and shook her head when she saw the messy scene in front of her.
"Alright, alright, you three, stop playing around! Look at how noisy you are! Xiaoxiao, you haven't even started writing yet, hurry up and go write!" Ma Aning shouted helplessly.
Upon hearing her mother's call, Shen Xiaoxiao froze as if under a spell, instantly stopping what she was doing and climbing off Shen Xiaochuan.
Then she slowly raised her head. Her big, bright, watery eyes blinked, like two sparkling gems, making one want to look at her a few more times.
Immediately afterwards, Shen Xiaoxiao began to whine in an adorable tone: "Mommy, I'm only 4 years old, why do I have to start learning to write so early? And I have to write so much... My little hands will get tired."
As she spoke, she stretched out her chubby little hand and waved it in the air.
Seeing this, Ma Aning quickly squatted down, gently pinched Chen Xiaoxiao's cheek, and said tenderly, "My good girl, you should start practicing calligraphy early."
"Just think about it, if you start practicing seriously now, you'll be able to write super beautiful characters when you grow up. I wonder how many people will envy our precious daughter then."
"And look how beautiful your brother's handwriting is! Don't you want to be as good as him?" Ma Aning continued to patiently guide Shen Xiaoxiao.
Upon hearing her mother mention her brother, Shen Xiaoxiao immediately pouted and turned her head angrily to look at Shen Xiaochuan beside her.
At this moment, Shen Xiaochuan was looking at his younger sister calmly, his eyes revealing a hint of brotherly love and helplessness.
Just then, Shen Zishan, who had been silent all along, finally spoke up with a smile: "Wife, our little one is still young after all. How about we let her write a little less today? Let's not put too much pressure on the child."
As he spoke, he winked at Chen Xiaoxiao, seemingly implying that her father would plead for her.
Ma Aning glared at him fiercely and said irritably, "I'm telling you, all you do is spoil her! She's not practicing more at this point, what will she do when she goes to school!"
Shen Xiaoxiao's eyes darted around, and an idea instantly came to her. She quickly walked over to Shen Xiaochuan's side.
Her little hands clung tightly to his clothes, and she pleaded in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Brother~ please stay with me! If you help me with my homework, I promise I'll be able to finish it quickly and well! Okay, please..."
Faced with his younger sister's adorable request, Shen Xiaochuan found it hard to refuse and could only nod helplessly in agreement. Afterward, the two siblings sat down together at the desk.
Shen Xiaoxiao sat upright in the chair, picked up her pen, and began to write carefully, stroke by stroke.
Sometimes she was completely absorbed in the words she was writing, and sometimes she would secretly look up and glance at Shen Xiaochuan beside her with her big, bright eyes.
Shen Xiaochuan sat there quietly writing, sometimes gazing tenderly at his younger sister, occasionally offering a few gentle reminders to correct her posture or writing style.
A warm and harmonious atmosphere permeated the entire room, and time slowly passed in this tranquil moment.
Shen Xiaochuan deliberately slowed down, waiting for his younger sister to catch up. Seeing the two children writing so diligently, Ma Aning and Shen Zishan exchanged a smile.
Shen Xiaoxiao was on the verge of a breakdown, but she didn't show it on her face. In her heart, she was screaming, "Why can't I control myself from doing such childish things? I'm becoming more and more like a child."
After we stopped being able to hear our daughter's voice, the three of us were initially quite unaccustomed to it, but it took us a year to get used to it.
"Brother Shan, I... I didn't let her in, and I even chased her away. Will you blame me?" Ma Aning looked timidly at Shen Zishan, her eyes full of unease and anxiety.
Shen Zishan's heart softened when he saw his wife's cautious appearance.
He gently reached out and pulled Ma Aning into his arms, saying tenderly, "Silly girl, how could I blame you? Even if you hadn't done that, I would have run into her on my way back, and I would have treated her like a stranger without hesitation."
Hearing her husband's words, Ma Aning felt a little more at ease, but she still couldn't help but worry, saying, "But I always feel that we can't go on like this."
“Everyone knows about our conflict with the old house recently, and everyone has sided with us. When they start complaining about being poor every day, some people will definitely side with them and criticize us. They might even accuse us of being unfilial behind our backs.”
After saying that, she sighed deeply, her brows furrowed tightly, her face full of worry.
Shen Zishan reached out and smoothed the wrinkles between Ma Aning's brows, comforting her, "Don't care what others say! They can say whatever they want. We just need to live our own lives well, why bother with those idle gossips?"
“Okay, as long as you’re standing in front of us, mother and children, I won’t be afraid of anything.” Ma Aning’s face had long since lost its cautiousness and was now filled with cheerful determination.
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