The beloved baby has a space

Chapter 321 The letter has been written
Little Ayu can write some simple characters, but because she is too young and her writing skills are not strong enough, the characters she writes are crooked and messy.

To outsiders, little Ayu is only three years old, so people don't have high expectations for her. Even her teacher only asks her to be able to hold a pen steadily.

Grandma Wang and the others were naturally reluctant to exploit Xiao Ayu, so she really hadn't practiced calligraphy much.

Back home, Xiao Ayu enthusiastically grabbed a pen, but she was stumped right away.

She knew how to write her brother's name, but not how to write her brother's name.

Seeing the little girl's embarrassed expression, her face turning red from holding back laughter, Chiding said, "Ayu, just say what you want to say, and I'll write it down for you."

Xiao Ayu hesitated a bit, and was still embarrassed: "Actually, I wanted to write it myself, but I can't."

How heartbroken I would be if my brother Ah-you knew that the letter I wrote to him was actually written by someone else.

Chi Ding: "How about this, you read it aloud first, then I'll write it down for you, and then you can copy it along with my handwriting, okay?"

"But that would be too much trouble for Mr. Ding." Little Ayu knew that the adults were all busy and couldn't play around with her. "I'd rather ask my second brother for help!"

Chiding didn't stop her and let Ayu go.

Wang Erlang was the most studious member of the entire Wang family, second only to Wang Chuangui.

Ever since he miscounted in front of Ayu, he has been working extra hard.

Sometimes he even works harder than Wang Chuangui.

Most of the time, Wang Erlang was engrossed in his studies. While others like Wang Wulang only knew two or three hundred characters, Wang Erlang had already thoroughly read the Thousand Character Classic and could recognize every single character.

But that's just recognition, being able to describe it; it's still a long way off before it can be put into a concise and effective article.

"Ayu, you want to write a letter? Sure, your second brother will help you write it." Wang Erlang naturally granted Ayu's every request.

Wang Erlang sat down at the table, picked up paper and pen: "You read it, I'll write it down."

Little Ayu started talking right away: "Brother Ayou, are you doing well over there? I'm in Hujia Village now, and lots of older brothers and sisters play with me every day. Today we're planting grapes, and next year there will be lots of delicious grapes. I'll send some to you then. It's getting cold again, Brother Ayou, are you wearing warm clothes? Grandma said that we should wear more clothes when it's cold..."

Little Ayu chattered on and on, but when she looked down, she saw that Wang Erlang had only written the first two characters.

"Second brother, why did you stop writing?" Little Ayu asked.

Wang Erlang: "..."

He knew his younger sister was eloquent, but he hadn't expected her to be so eloquent. In one breath, she spoke hundreds of words—even a god couldn't write that fast. Finally, Xiao Ayu spoke slowly, word by word, and only then did Wang Erlang begin to write.

At first, Wang Erlang was able to write well, but when he wrote the 10th page, he raised his hand, which he could barely lift.

"Ayu, that's enough. If Qin Huai reads too many letters at once, his eyes will hurt," Wang Erlang quickly said.

Little Ayu licked her dry lips, still wanting more: "Alright then, we'll write again next time."

Little Ayu held the ten sheets of paper in her hands like they were precious treasures, thinking about how she would have to copy them all over again.

Little Ayu was troubled.

There are too many.

Finally, she reached out her little hand and pressed it into the inkstone.

Then, he pressed his small palm onto the end of the letter.

Then take these ten sheets of paper and give them to Chi Ding.

Little Ayu's face was flushed: "Mr. Ding, Second Brother has written so much, it must have been hard for him. I won't write anything new, otherwise Second Brother will be sad."

Little Ayu pointed to the last slap: "Look, I wrote this myself, without asking my second brother for help."

So, I guess this counts as me participating in writing the letter?

Chi Ding: "..." This is the first time I've seen someone describe laziness in such an understanding way.

"Alright, I'll have someone inform the young master."

Little Ayu was very excited to write her first letter. After handing it in, she rushed to the village to share the story with her friends.

Akade opened the letter and looked at what was written on it, completely bewildered.

Why is this page full of words I can't understand?
Brother Ayou, he can understand it.

What is "扑桃" (pūtáo)?
What about the next husband?
Never mind, let's pack it up.

Anyway, it wasn't a letter written to him.

(End of this chapter)