Qingsong explained, "My younger brother has learned the Three Character Classic well, so it's just right for them to learn it."
This just happened to be Qingsong's idea. He used this method to restrain his younger brother and prevent him from running around. However, Qingfeng thought that he was the one who really enlightened them and he was full of enthusiasm and pride as a little teacher.
Win-win.
Qian Chunhua looked at Qingsong with appreciation. This child is becoming more mature and steady.
But he was only nine years old, the age when he should be innocent and romantic, and act like a spoiled child in his parents' arms. Qian Chunhua didn't want him to work too hard.
"We still need to combine work and rest." After thinking for a while, Qian Chunhua squeezed out these words.
She was defeated by Qingsong's self-discipline. This was the child of other people's families. She felt proud but also sad.
Qian Chunhua fled in panic, and later planned to spend the afternoon with her children, but she found that her two sons were too busy to pay attention to her.
Qian Chunhua came to the backyard and decided to spend the afternoon with her daughter.
After searching around the backyard, Qian Chunhua did not find the two children. Qian's mother and Lu Qin went to the kitchen to help. They were still preparing the antique soup for tomorrow's meal.
Where will these two children go?
Qian Chunhua was very confused. Could he be in the study too?
With the mentality of giving it a try, Qian Chunhua came to Xiaoling and Xiaowu's study.
I actually found their two little figures here.
In the study, Xiao Ling was holding Xiao Wu's hand and teaching her how to write on rice paper.
“You guys…” Qian Chunhua was really shocked.
What kind of power can make all the children in the family so self-disciplined?
Qian Chunhua felt that he must have missed something.
Hearing her mother's voice, Xiao Wu put down the pen in her hand, jumped off the chair happily, and threw herself into Qian Chunhua's arms.
"Mom." There was a barely perceptible hint of grievance in Xiao Wu's voice.
She doesn't like studying or practicing calligraphy, but Sister Xiaoling always forces herself.
Xiao Ling followed Xiao Wu and came to her mother.
Qian Chunhua picked up Xiao Wu and freed one hand to hug Xiao Ling's shoulder.
"Are you practicing writing?" Qian Chunhua asked knowingly.
Xiao Ling nodded seriously.
Xiao Wu hugged Qian Chunhua's neck with grievance, and said in a baby voice, "Mom, I don't like writing at all. That pen doesn't listen to me."
Xiao Ling said with a smile, "That's because you haven't practiced enough. When you practice more, you will be able to master it. Just like when you practice martial arts, you are better than the rest of us."
What the little smart kid said is true, but isn't it too early to force such a young child to practice handwriting? Besides, his hands will be deformed.
Qian Chunhua did not refute Xiao Wu's words in person. She put Xiao Wu down with a smile and then sat on the chair in front of the desk.
"Xiao Ling, what's going on between you and big brother recently? Why are you both working so hard?" Qian Chunhua was still worried without asking the details.
Xiao Ling looked at her mother hesitantly before speaking, "Mom, we are all country people. After coming to the capital, we must work a thousand times harder to integrate into the lives of the people in the capital. We... we don't want to be looked down upon by the people in the capital."
Qian Chunhua was stunned. She didn't expect Xiao Ling to have such an idea.
Who on earth instilled such thoughts in them?
"You..., you and Qingsong work so hard because you don't want to be looked down upon?" Qian Chunhua blamed herself too much. She blamed herself for being so busy for so long and not ignoring the children's thoughts and ideas.
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