Nuannuan herself didn't understand how many of her mother's friends were. Because aunts and the others came and went, and they came and left sometimes, Nuannuan's little head was sometimes confused.
"I just learned mathematics in kindergarten, right? It doesn't matter, uncle knows, let's learn it slowly." Looking at the expression, I thought Xiao Nuannuan was depressed and she hadn't learned to count well, Mu Jingnan comforted her.
Hey? What did the uncle say? Nuannuan was shocked on her little face and shook her head: No, Nuannuan can do addition and subtraction. She raised her little finger and counted again for her uncle: "One plus one equals two. One plus two equals three. One plus three equals four."
When Mu Jingnan first heard the child say addition, he smiled and smiled. His smile gradually stopped laughing. He heard that the child actually recited the table of multiplication of nine.
“Four six twenty six, four seventy two eight, four eight thirty two, four nine thirty six.”
Come on, this kid doesn’t know how to count, he is a little genius in mathematics!
"Nannuan, uncle understands."
Uncle understands what you mean, Mu Jingnan put down the little fingers that were counting in the child.
Do you understand? Did you understand Nuannuan’s meaning? Nuannuan’s tilted little head looked at her eyes again. Two pairs of eyes were paired with one big and one small, and this time Nuannuan’s little face showed a big smile: Uncle understands!
Although I understood the meaning of this child, why did I ask the child a few aunts just now, why can't I count it? Mu Jingnan frowned, and he was so soon to make him frown: Could it be that she has so many best friends she has hidden, which has led to even the little genius of mathematics?
"Uncle." Nuannuan pointed to the fairy tale book with her little finger, and the uncle said he wanted to tell Nuannuan a story.
Remembering his promise, Mu Jingnan cleared his throat and told his child that Ma Liang had a magic pen. As soon as he started, he remembered and asked, "Didn't your mother tell you a story?"
Nuannuan's little head thinks, is this Moma's secret? After all, it seems that all questions about Moma need to be answered carefully now.
"Uncle, are you telling a story to my brother?" Nuannuan asked her.
This child is OK, and he actually knows how to use rhetorical questions to divert the problem? Mu Jingnan blinked in surprise and smiled and touched the child's little head: "Then uncle asks you, do you think the uncle has told his brother a story?"
Yes. Nuannuan's little eyes can tell that my brother likes his father, so he must have heard his father tell stories.
"Once upon a time, there was a child named Ma Liang. He liked painting very much, but his family was poor, but he didn't have a pen. One day, he came back from herding cattle and passed by a school. There was a painter standing inside, holding a paintbrush to paint for the high-ranking official. Ma Liang was stunned when he saw that he walked in unconsciously and said to the painter: I really want to learn painting, can I lend me a pen?"
The voice of my brother's father was very nice, and the warm little ears became more and more fascinated. I almost became like Ma Liang, who suddenly fell in love with the magical brush of painting, and fell in love with uncle telling stories.
Do you know?
Chu Qingman in the bedroom heard the sound. At first she thought she was listening to the radio. Because the sound was too similar to the male anchor on the radio, it was low and powerful, and had a charming talent and magnetic nature. It was definitely a high-quality stock of male announcers.
Until Mu Suye, who was sleeping beside her, suddenly opened a small gap in his eyes and said to her: "It's my father who is telling stories."
"Your dad can tell stories?" Chu Qingman was surprised. Can such a group boss tell stories to his children?
Mu Suye nodded. His father is a very strict person. People say that his father is too strict and unkind, but every time he can't sleep and has nightmares, his father will accompany him to tell him stories so that he can sleep.
It was really him telling stories. Chu Qingman turned around and listened with his ears. His voice looked like her husband, and when he told stories, he was like her husband. What was he telling?
"Ma Liang, I like it." Mu Suye smiled, knowing that his father was telling stories to the little rabbit Nuannuan. Nuannuan might want to hear his brother's story.
The magical pen Ma Liang suddenly evokes the memories in Chu Qingman's heart. In the past, her son also liked this story very much. It was obvious that no one in the family was a painter, and she and her husband were wondering if their son had a genetic mutation, so they would become a great painter in the future.
Regarding this story, Mu Jingnan, who had told Xiao Nuannuan the magical pen Ma Liang, also recalled the past story of his son: "Tell me about you, Brother Su Ye. Uncle thought he wanted to be a painter and asked him for a teacher who could draw. As a result, the painting teacher told me, "Your Brother Su Ye actually doesn't like painting. What I love is like holding a paintbrush, and you can play the violin's bow. Look how awkward your Brother Su Ye is."
Mu Suye heard his father’s criticism of him, and his little nostrils hummed, he was so embarrassed.
Brother is so fun? Nuannuan smiled.
"Do you understand? At the beginning, your brother Su Ye drove you away and said rudely that he hated you, because he fell in love with you at first sight." Mu Jingnan said to the child. After all, he knows his son best. If his son really doesn't care about this little rabbit, how could he be so excited? His son doesn't like someone on weekdays, so he just said coldly and pretended not to see and ignore it. This is the same as his father.
Nuannuan listened to what his uncle explained to her brother, and looked at her with little eyes that seemed to be unimaginable. She cooperated with her: It doesn’t matter, Nuannuan likes her brother anyway.
How warm the little rabbit is, the big rabbit's hands are also very warm. Mu Suye grabbed the big rabbit's hands and kept not putting them. As long as he held the big rabbit's hands, he felt that the disease was about to leave.
"Stay here to sleep tonight?"
Hearing his voice, Chu Qingman looked back and saw him standing at the door. His daughter rubbed her eyelids with her little hands in his arms, and she was obviously sleepy.
"This-" Just as he spoke to refuse, his palm was grabbed by his son's little hand, and his heart softened instantly, "Please trouble you, Mr. Mu."
"Come on, uncle will take you to the next bedroom, and you and your mother will sleep here tonight. You don't have to worry about having your mother with you." Mu Jingnan said to the child.
"Brother used to sleep with me." Nuannuan told her uncle not to worry, Nuannuan had slept here.
Remembering this, Mu Jingnan couldn't help but wonder: "Last time your mother was not here, are you afraid of sleeping here?"
Shaking his little head, Nuannuan said: Last time he had an older brother here, Nuan was sleeping snoring and turned into a piglet. Because his brother was a bunny. Since childhood, as long as the bunny accompanied Nuannuan, Nuannuan was not afraid of anything.
How cute this child is, most importantly, this child makes him so nostalgic. Mu Jingnan couldn't help but touch the little curly hair that the child felt familiar to him.
Chapter completed!