Silly Concubine Allure: Uncle, I want to divorce

Chapter 122 The person in his heart is not her 4
The next morning.

When Jin Maimai woke up, he was covered with an unrelieved coat, surrounded by a pile of extinguished fires.

I woke up all of a sudden, and ran out of the cave in a panic, until at the edge of the waterfall, the child squatted on the ground, writing and drawing seriously on the ground with a branch.Hun Wushi stood in front of him, with a faint smile on his lips, and also looked at him seriously.

The sound of her running startled them.When the child saw her, his eyes lit up, he trotted over and hugged her waist, raised his head and smiled at her.Jin Maimai smiled back and patted his head.

Hun Wushi was dressed in single clothes, standing by the water, looking sideways at her.The long green shirt fluttered in the wind, and her ink-like hair fluttered lightly.

She opened her mouth, suddenly not knowing how to call him.

He smiled, walked over and held her hand, and the child stepped aside obediently.

The child's handwriting was crooked, and Jin Maimai didn't know how to write, so he could see that the strokes were really ugly.

Hun Wushi noticed her gaze, glanced at the writing on the ground, smiled again, and said, "The child is very smart, I just wrote it once, and then I remembered it. It's just that there is no rush for this word, it needs to be practiced slowly."

She raised her head in surprise, teaching the child to practice calligraphy, he still remembers?

Seeing the doubt in her eyes, Hun Wuxin explained with a smile: "I woke up this morning, and he came to me with a branch, and showed me the writing on the ground."

Jin Maimai lowered her head and smiled, also, she shouldn't have expected anything.

The palm holding her was as warm as ever, Hun Wuxin led her over, picked up a branch on the ground, looked sideways at her, and asked, "Can you still read?"

Jin Maimai shook his head honestly.

She didn't know if Hun Yan'er could read or not, but hearing Hun Wushi's question, it seemed unlikely.

He also heard him say: "It's common to not remember. Although I taught you a few years of characters when I was young, after all these years have passed, you should have almost forgotten it." After a pause, he asked: "Do you still want to learn?"

Kim Maimai nodded.

He smiled: "Let's start with the name first."

Stroke by stroke, slowly and carefully described, the three characters gradually took shape on the ground, still unfamiliar lines, but Jin Maimai's eyes hurt when he looked at it, Hunyaner, three characters, Hunyaner.

He was about to speak when Jin Maimai interrupted him suddenly.

She smiled: "There's no rush for the name, teach me to recognize other characters first, okay?" She paused for a moment for the last two words before continuing.

Hun Wushi smiled and said: "Yes." As he spoke, he crossed out a few words on the ground, and asked again: "What word do you want to learn first?"

"Maizi." She said.

"Which wheat?"

"Wheat, the wheat of rice."

With horizontal strokes and vertical strokes, a word was quickly outlined on the ground.

Jin Maimai knelt down, touched the lines on the ground with his fingertips, touched and sketched carefully, until the words were completely imprinted in his heart, then turned around and smiled at him: "I remember."

Hun Wushi stretched out his hands to straighten her slightly messy hair, and then asked with a smile, "Is there any other words you want to learn?"

"Yes." Jin Maimai nodded, and then said, "Your name."

She took his hand and tapped the branch on the unwritten soil: "Write it here."

Another three words came into view.

There is no release of the soul.She only read these three words once and remembered them.

Bending down, she quickly wrote a wheat character next to her name.The soul is not released, Mai Mai, standing side by side.She murmured the two names silently in her heart. . . .

(End of this chapter)