"You've wasted my paper." Mu Suye hurriedly pushed him away and took his hand away and said, "You can write as long as you write, what's the point of filling water? My sister can draw with a pen, not like you."
Shura threw the pen next to him and asked, "Didn't my sister write it?"
When my brother asked, Nuannuan honestly picked up the Arabic numerals he wrote.
Centipedes, centipedes struggling on the paper. Shura's eyes emitted a shocking light of 100,000 feet: Why does a little angel-like sister write like a centipede?
The most hateful thing is why Mu Suye, who is not cute at all, is a guy with a much worse personality than his sister, who can actually write very beautiful and beautiful words.
Nuannuan also wants to know this question. He only looks at the performance of his elder brother and knows that his elder brother has written beautifully than her. Nuannuan asks her brother: "How to write?"
"Do you want to study?" Mu Suye's little black eyes turned slightly, and he raised his pride. Finally, his sister saw the role model and was willing to study.
Nuannuan nodded to her brother.
"You have to practice brush calligraphy first. Dad taught me." Mu Suye said, and walked out of the drawer to take out the four treasures of the study where his father asked him to learn brush calligraphy.
Can dad write calligraphy? Nuannuan followed her brother and listened to her brother's words, her little eyes flashed, and she wanted to worship dad and her brother.
The father of these two siblings can write brush calligraphy. Shura touched his little chin as he heard it, and couldn't imagine how Mu Jingnan was writing brush calligraphy. It was just because Mu Jingnan's personality was no different from his son Mu Suye. Having said that, now I see Mu Suye writing brush calligraphy.
To set a role model for my sister, Mu Suye rolled up his sleeves, first poured ink and grinded ink according to what his father taught him, and then picked up a brush and wrote on the best rice paper. The posture of lifting the pen and writing is both standardized and beautiful, and it looks like a young master of ancient literati and nobles.
Shura whistled in his heart: I have to admire it.
Nuannuan stood on tiptoe and admired what her brother wrote.
My brother wrote three words: Shang Jianuan.
It is Nuannuan's name, Nuannuan patted her palm.
"You can practice these three words later and write down your own name." Mu Suye said to his sister.
Nuannuan's open smile instantly froze by her brother's words.
Puchi! Shura, who was watching from the side, couldn't help laughing and laughed. He had long known that this guy looked like an old man. Even if he wrote beautiful words like ancient literati, his personality was still difficult to accept.
"Practice well, do you know? You finally know how to learn now." Mu Suye put his little hand on his sister's shoulder and said earnestly.
Nuannuan's little face didn't know what to do with good expressions. After thinking about it, it would be better to go back and do your own math problems first.
"Don't forget it." Mu Suye stopped his sister, "Brother knows that you are good at math, but if you do not have a bias in the exam, you cannot miss the subjects. In the future, you will calculate the total scores of each subject. You can't say that you can get 100 points in math and get a duck egg in Chinese. The total score is only 100, and you will lose to others. Come on, brother, teach you, now you must make up for your Chinese lessons seriously."
He was forced to pull back to practice calligraphy by his brother's hand. Nuannuan's little head was already shocked. He didn't know how to move his little hands and feet, and shouted: "Damn."
Dad, help me~
Shura rolled on the ground with a laugh.
Listening to his duck laughter, Mu Suye walked over and kicked the big brother in the ass: "What are you doing in my house?"
The rude little brother, Shura sat up, held his smiling belly, rubbed his eyes that were smiling and said, "Of course I'm here to find you."
"What's the matter?" Musu Ip Man.
"Did you read the news?"
Shura, who just asked this, did not expect that the other party would react quickly.
Mu Suye's little black eyes narrowed: "Are you talking about the murder case?"
Good guy, the news is as good as him. Shura was a little surprised.
If he hadn't noticed such news about the remote corners before, and it seemed that it was far away from him, it was just that the little friend mentioned it at his mother's house. This case seemed to be related to Uncle Luo who left?
Mu Suye frowned: "Did Ak find out who did it?"
"If it was found out, I would have been arrested in prison long ago." Shura said.
"Do you come to me and think I can know who did it?"
"I haven't said this."
"What are you here to ask me for? Not here to ask me to help you solve the case?"
This little old man was so self-righteous. Shura rolled his eyes and said, "Can't it be because he cared about you and your sister?"
Mu Suye's eyes blinked.
Nuannuan looked at the expressions of the two brothers, but her little head couldn't understand her brother's words.
"No." Mu Suye's face turned pale after thinking it through, "You mean, will the murderer come to kill my sister?!"
"Just speculation, we think the murderer's next target may be a child." Shura said while comforting Mu Suye's emotions.
Mu Suye couldn't calm down, and walked back two steps and hugged his sister tightly with his little hands: Who dares to hurt his sister, it's not over!
Shura touched his nose and wondered if he was scaring his little brother. Then his keen ears seemed to hear someone outside the door. Now he had to stand up: Could it be that his conversation with Mu Suye had been eavesdropped?
"Second Young Master." Sister Lan, who was climbing up the stairs, shouted.
Mu Suye raised his head: "Second Uncle?"
Standing at the door of my nephew's room was Mu Jinghui, who had just gone to get food for his two children.
Hearing his nephew's voice, Mu Jinghui pushed open the door.
Shura hid directly in the corner the moment he opened the door.
Mu Jinghui looked over and caught Shura's figure.
Shura's heart beats violently: Thinking that this man's eyes are so poisonous, unlike ordinary people.
"Uncle II." I found that his second uncle was looking at Shura, and Mu Suye introduced, "This is my friend."
"Are you a playmate?" Mu Jinghui seemed to understand his nephew's words and waved to Shura, "Come and sit down."
Shura didn't walk over immediately, thinking in his mind: Why did this man make him feel more terrifying than Mu Suye's father Mu Jingnan?
"What are you afraid of my second uncle? My second uncle is such a good person." Mu Suye said in dissatisfaction with Shura, who could not rush.
The second uncle and the second uncle, Shura remembered the violin that had been cursed before, and the violin is now placed there. Yes, it was given to Mu Suye by the second uncle.
Shura looked at Mu Suye with surprise for this: Is this little old man a little idiot?
"Wow, it's a delicious osmanthus glutinous rice cake." Mu Suye looked at the plate of sweets in his second uncle's hand and couldn't help licking the corners of his lips.
"Eat it. Eat it with your sister and friends." Mu Jingnan smiled, put the glutinous rice cake on the children's table, sat down to watch the children eat.
Chapter completed!