"Ahhh..." Little Yuzi screamed again, "I'm offended."

"Drama queen." Ji Changmu gave her a blank look.

After the examination, Ji Changmu explained the questions she got wrong. Little Youzi liked watching him write.

He lowered his head when writing. Under his long, drooping eyelashes were a pair of serious and clear eyes, like sea water, and his clean face revealed the sunshine and elegance of a young man.

Of course, Ji Changmu's handwriting is also beautiful, no worse than her father's handwriting.

Little Yuzi stretched out her hand to block his sight.

"What?" He looked up at her, confused.

"Teach little Yuzi how to write."

"I didn't say I wanted to teach you how to write."

"But as little Youzi's teacher, isn't it natural for you to teach Little Youzi how to write? Look, I can't write this character, and I don't recognize this character. Little Youzi can't write so many words, shouldn't you teach me?

?" Little Yuzi pointed at the homework book deliberately.

Ji Changmu was immediately speechless.

He handed her the pen: "I teach, you write."

"You have to hold Xiao Yuzi's hand and teach."

"You're annoying."

"Oh my god, the teacher said that the students are annoying, there is no justice." The little grapefruit marmot screamed.

Ji Changmu: "..."

A good actor.

At Xiao Youzi's age, she doesn't know a lot of words, and there are even more words she can't write.

Ji Changmu hadn't taught her to practice calligraphy for a long time, so today he just spent half an hour teaching her, stroke by stroke, practicing the calligraphy seriously on the copybook.

Little Yuzi, who usually couldn't sit still, actually sat up straight and didn't feel tired even after writing for half an hour.

Her little hand was held by Teacher Ji's dry and generous hand. She really liked how Teacher Ji taught her to write.

She hopes that her little brother will keep teaching her!

Taught her until she graduated from elementary school, junior high school, and high school!

Just thinking about it makes me feel happy and happy.

"I'm not serious about writing anything, and I'm distracted again." Ji Changmu knocked her little head, "Absent-minded."

"Well." Xiaoyouzi recovered her thoughts and continued writing.

After teaching for half an hour, Ji Changmu stopped teaching: "If you want to write, you have to practice. If you just learn without practicing, you won't be able to write well. I think your brother's handwriting is quite good. Let him teach you.

.”

"My brother? When he has some time, he plays with his friends and ignores me."

"Oh, maybe I think you are too naive."

"!!!" Xiao Yuzi shouted angrily.

Finally it was time to rest. Little Youzi looked at the sunshine outside the window and squinted her eyes slightly. She pointed at the motionless persimmon tree outside the carved window: "Little brother, look at those persimmons. They are already ripe. Please help Little Youzi."

Pick it."

Ji Changmu also saw it.

He stood by the window and raised his hand to help Xiaoyouzi pick the persimmons. The red persimmons were as soft as small lanterns.

He also helped her clean it before handing it to her.

The little pomelo was satisfied after eating it, and her little face was filled with happiness.

Ji Changmu said nothing.

I picked persimmons for her for the last time.

I won't see you again.

Therefore, he did not refuse Xiaoyouzi's request. Otherwise... how could he have the patience to teach her to write in the past?

A gust of wind blew by, and tiny dead leaves swirled into the window.

Those few leaves fell on the table, seeming to be the most beautiful embellishment.

Little Yuzi was eating persimmons, while Ji Changmu silently looked at the scenery outside the window, his eyes calm and calm.
Chapter completed!