Everyone Pampers the Small Blessing Who Has a Spatial Pocket!

Xiao Ayu can write some simple characters, but because he is too young and his pen power is not enough, the characters he writes are crooked.

In the eyes of outsiders, Xiao Ayu is only three years old now, so naturally everyone does not have such high demands on her. Even her husband only requires that Xiao Ayu can hold a steady pen.

Mrs. Wang and others were naturally reluctant to squeeze Xiao Ayu, so she really hadn't really practiced calligraphy.

After returning home, Xiao Ayu first took a pen in high spirits, but she was stumped at first.

She knew how her brother wrote, but she didn't know how Ayou wrote.

Seeing the embarrassment on the little girl's face and the little bun's face turning red, Chi Ding held back a smile and said, "Ayu, just say what you want to say, and I'll write it for you."

Xiao Ayu was still a little hesitant and embarrassed: "Actually, I want to write it myself, but I won't."

If brother Ayou knew that the letter he wrote to him was actually written by someone else, how sad it would be.

Chi Ding: "Well then, you read it first, then I will write it down for you, and you will copy it again with my words, how about it?"

"But this is too much trouble for Mr. Ding." Little Ayu knew that adults were busy and couldn't play around with her, "I'd better ask the second brother for help!"

Chi Ding didn't stop him either, and let Ayu go.

Except for Wang Chuangui, Wang Erlang was the most proficient at reading in the entire Wang family.

Since the earliest days, when he counted the wrong number in front of Ayu, he has been extraordinarily hard.

Sometimes even harder than Wang Chuangui.

Wang Erlang spends most of his time studying hard. Like Wang Wulang and others, he only knows two or three hundred characters now, but Wang Erlang has read the thousand-character script by heart and can recognize every word.

But it's just knowledge and can describe it. It's still very early to compose a neat and tidy article.

"Ayu, you want to write a letter, yes, the second brother will help you write it." Wang Erlang was naturally responsive to Xiao Ayu's request.

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

Xiao Ayu opened his mouth and started to say, "Brother Ayou, how are you doing there? I am in Hujia Village now, and there are many brothers and sisters playing with me every day. Today we are still planting grapes, and there will be a lot of good things next year. I've got some grapes to eat. I'll send you some when the time comes. It's getting cold again, brother Ayou, are you wearing thick clothes? Grandma said, you should wear more clothes when it's cold... "

Xiao Ayu said a lot, but when she lowered her head, she saw that Wang Erlang had just written the first two words.

"Second brother, why didn't you write it?" Xiao Ayu asked.

Wang Erlang: "..."

He knew that his sister could speak, but he didn't expect that he could speak like that. Even if he could speak a few hundred words in one breath, he couldn't write so quickly.

In the end, Xiao Ayu spoke slowly, word by word, and Wang Erlang wrote it slowly.

At first, Erlang Wang could still write well. When he wrote the tenth sheet of paper, he raised his hand that he could barely lift.

"Ayu, come on, Qin Huai's eyes will hurt after reading too many letters at once." Wang Erlang said quickly.

Xiao Ayu licked her dry mouth and said, "Okay, let's write a letter next time."

Little Ayu held the ten sheets of paper in her hands like a baby, thinking that she would transcribe it again.

Little Ayu was troubled.

Too many.

Finally, she stretched out her little hand and pressed it on the inkstone.

Then, with a small slap, he made a stamp at the end of the letter.

Take these ten sheets of paper to Chi Ding.

Xiao Ayu blushed: "Mr. Ding, the second brother wrote so much, it's so hard, I won't write new ones, or the second brother will be sad."

Xiao Ayu also pointed to the slap at the end: "Look, I wrote this myself, I didn't ask the second brother to help."

Does this count as your own participation in letter writing?

Chi Ding: "..." This is the first time I have seen someone talk about being lazy, so understanding.

"Okay, I'll let someone tell the young master."

The first time I wrote a letter, Xiao Ayu was very excited. After handing in the letter, she hurried to the village and shared the matter with other friends.

Chi Ding opened the letter and looked at the content written on it, the whole person was at a loss.

Why is this paper full of incomprehensible words?

Brother Ah You, he can understand it.

What is peach?

What is the next husband?

Forget it, put it on.

It wasn't a letter to him anyway.