After sitting down, Xiaoyouzi stared at the back of Wentian's head: "Tiantian, you didn't braid your hair today."
Today, Wen Tian wore two little pigtails like a little pomelo, and even her bangs were similar.
Wen Shuqin glanced at her, then looked away.
"Ah, haha." Wen Tian laughed awkwardly.
Little Yuzu continued, "Sweetie, your little pigtails are so cute!"
"Um."
Wen Tian couldn't laugh anymore; she felt extremely embarrassed.
Just then, the child next to him said, "But this hairstyle doesn't suit you as well as braids. A little bun or a small pomelo bun is cuter."
Wen Tian's face remained stiff, and she didn't say a word.
She looked up at the little pomelo.
Little Yuzu has a classic oval face with a touch of baby fat.
She used to be quite chubby, but she lost a lot of weight after participating in the show.
"I know I'm not as cute as Xiaoyouzi..." Wen Tian was also unhappy.
The chubby boy laughed and said, "Hahaha, then don't try to imitate him!"
Children never realize how hurtful or tactless their words are.
Wen Tian's mood became even more depressed.
Little Yuzu glared at the chubby boy: "What nonsense are you talking about! Sweetie is so cute like this!"
"cut!"
The chubby boy seemed to have known Wen Tian for a long time, and left without a care.
I glanced at Wen Tian, who was sitting in her chair with her head still turned.
Seeing this, Xiaoyouzi returned to her seat.
Wen Shuqin, who was standing next to him, put the book on the shelf and practiced calligraphy with a pen with a brush tip.
He wrote in traditional Chinese characters, and his handwriting was neat.
Little Yuzi was watching intently when she suddenly spoke up: "You wrote this traditional Chinese character wrong. The character for 'leaf' isn't written like this."
The kind-hearted little pomelo took his pen and wrote on the paper: Leaf.
"That's more like it."
Wen Shuqin asked with some curiosity, "Can you write traditional Chinese characters?"
"Yes, isn't it a basic skill that everyone needs to know?" Little Yuzu looked at him, puzzled.
Anyway, Master Wu said she had to know how to do it, so she listened to her master.
Looking at Xiaoyouzi's delicate handwriting, Wen Shuqin asked curiously, "You're writing in regular script, right?"
"My small regular script isn't very good, and my master dislikes it." Little Yuzu pouted, "But that's all the skill I have."
Wen Tian, who was in front of her, quietly turned around and saw the two of them chatting so intently that she felt a little bittersweet.
It feels like a good friend or a favorite toy has been taken away...
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