You are my rare tenderness

Chapter 13 My name is in your palm
A series of follow-up questions about the fire were finally dealt with almost two months later, but after that, Ann's father and Ann's mother became even busier.

They plan to start a business again, just like what Rong's mother said, at least they still have contacts and connections now, and it will be much easier to start a business again than starting from scratch. Entrust her to the care of the Rong family.

Mother Rong likes An Nuan very much, she loves An Nuan as much as her own daughter, so An Nuan stays at her home, of course she is too happy to be in time.

At first, An Nuan didn't get used to the days when she couldn't see her parents, but after a long time, she got used to it.Anyway, her brother Jing is there.

Winter vacation is coming soon.

After the winter vacation, An Nuan and Rong Jing stayed at home almost every day, either watching TV or drawing and learning to read.

An Nuan also learned a lot of words. Today, she held a ballpoint pen, pulled Rong Jing to sit down, and said to her with a smile: "Brother Jing, when I was watching TV yesterday, I saw a little girl in the palm of her brother's hand." You are also my elder brother, can I also write?"

Children at this age just like to imitate, especially An Nuan is very curious, so whenever they see something interesting, they want to try it themselves.

Rong Jing was the last person who would refuse her, so she agreed without thinking.

Seeing that he agreed, An Nuan quickly grabbed one of his hands and said to him: "Brother Jing, don't move, I want to write beautifully, and then Brother Jing's hand will also change. It's going to be beautiful."

"Well, I won't move." Rong Jing was very cooperative.

An Nuan lowered her head, holding a ballpoint pen in one hand and Rong Jing's in the other, with a very serious expression.She wrote stroke by stroke on Rong Jing's palm with a pen, as if she was completing a work of art.

Rong Jing felt her palms itch and wanted to retract her hand, but she held back.

After a while, An Nuan finally finished writing two words.

Rong Jing stretched out her hand in front of her eyes, and saw the word "An Nuan" written on the center of her palm.

An Nuan smiled triumphantly, her eyes narrowed slightly like a little fox, "Brother Jing, isn't it beautiful?" She was quite confident in her work.

Rong Jing also smiled, and he nodded, "Well, very beautiful, this is the most beautiful hand and the most beautiful handwriting in the world."

Being praised by Rong Jing like this, An Nuan was extremely happy and proud.She used to hold Rong Jing's hand and couldn't help jumping up and down, "Brother Jing, let's dance, the bunny dance." After speaking, she took Rong Jing and started dancing together.

Rong Jing also danced together with her.

In fact, there is no dance, it is just a few random jumps, but in the eyes of children, happiness is always so simple and pure.

When washing his hands at night, Rong Jing found that the two words written by An Nuan on his palm were about to melt, so he hurriedly stopped washing his hands and dried them with a towel.

When An Nuan finished writing, she told him that these two words must not be missed, and she had to check them every day.

Thinking that An Nuan would be sad if she saw her name melted so quickly, Rong Jing quickly went to get a ballpoint pen and drew it stroke by stroke according to the original notes.

Rong Jing only put down her pen contentedly when she saw that the word "Annuan" that had been blurred was clearly recognizable again.

(End of this chapter)