Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 5450

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

"Actor." Ji Changmu gave her a white look.

After the inspection, Ji Changmu explained to her the questions she got wrong. Xiaoyouzi likes to watch him write.

He lowered his head when writing, and under the drooping long eyelashes was a pair of earnest and clear eyes, like sea water, and the clean face showed the sunshine and gentleness of a teenager.

Of course, Ji Changmu's handwriting is also beautiful, not worse than her father's.

Xiaoyouzi stretched out her hand to block his sight.

"What are you doing?" He looked up at her, puzzled.

"Teach Xiaoyouzi how to write."

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

"But as Xiaoyuzi's teacher, isn't it natural for you to teach Xiaoyouzi how to write? Look, I can't write this character, and I don't know this character. There are so many characters that Xiaoyouzi can't write. Shouldn't you teach it? ?" Xiaoyuzi deliberately pointed at the exercise book.

Ji Changmu was speechless for a moment.

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

"You have to hold Xiaoyouzi's hand to teach."

"You're annoying."

"My God, the teacher said that the students are annoying, it's unreasonable." The little grapefruit groundhog screamed.

Ji Changmu: "..."

The essence of drama.

At Xiaoyouzi's age, there are many words she doesn't know, and even more words she can't write.

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

Xiaoyouzi, who usually can't sit still, sits upright, and doesn't feel tired after writing for half an hour.

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

She hoped that her little brother would keep teaching her!

Teach her until she graduates from elementary school, junior high school, and high school!
Just thinking about it makes me happy and happy.

"I'm not serious about writing a word, and I'm deserting again." Ji Changmu knocked her little head, "absent-minded."

"Hmm." Xiaoyuzi withdrew her thoughts and continued to write.

After teaching for half an hour, Ji Changmu stopped teaching: "If you want to write, you need to practice more. If you only learn without practicing, you can't write well. I think your brother's handwriting is very good. Let him teach you. .”

"My brother? He plays with his friends when he has free time and ignores me."

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

"!!!" Xiaoyouzi huffed.

Finally, when it was time to rest, Xiaoyouzi looked at the sunlight outside the window, narrowed her eyes slightly, and pointed to the motionless persimmon tree outside the carved window: "Brother, look at those persimmons, they are already ripe, help Xiaoyouzi Pick it up."

Ji Changmu also saw it.

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

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

The little pomelo was full of satisfaction, and her little face was full of happiness.

Ji Changmu didn't speak.

Picked persimmons for her for the last time.

I will never see you again.

Therefore, he didn't refuse Xiaoyouzi's request very much, otherwise...in the past, how could he have the patience to teach her to write.

A gust of wind blows, and tiny dead leaves swirl and float into the window.

The few leaves fell on the table, as if they had become the most beautiful embellishment.

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

He likes the scenery of the South Garden very much, it is quiet and far-reaching, indifferent and clear.

(End of this chapter)