Ye Zhenzhen, a mother-in-law, discovered it right away. She was puzzled, but she calmly called the person over: "Ji Duan, why don't you come over and talk to your sister today?"
A look of shame flashed across Cui Zhiduan's face. He walked over to his mother obediently and chatted softly with his sister in his belly. The content of the chat was the same as before. Ye Zhenzhen couldn't hear anything unusual.
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"Qin Mingkai and the others went to Prince Wei's Mansion to play with you today. What did you do?"
"No, it's nothing." Cui Zhiduan suddenly stuttered and glanced at her guiltily: "We didn't play, we just sat and chatted for a while."
A little strange.
Ye Zhenzhen asked: "What did we talk about?"
"Talked about my brothers and sisters."
Cui Zhiduan would not lie. Even if he wanted to conceal it, he still answered his mother's words honestly.
Ye Zhenzhen probably guessed what the problem was and didn't say anything more. She just asked him and Cui Zhiming to do their homework. Cui Zhenzhen didn't know whether he was disappointed or happy, so he left in a hurry.
After Cui Weizhen came back from the Yamen, Ye Zhenzhen told him his guess, so after dinner, Cui Zhiduan was left in the small study by his parents.
He was a little worried and walked to his mother uneasily: "Mom, dad, I'm here."
The homework has been examined, why did his parents ask him to come over?
He was instinctively uneasy, always feeling that it was related to what happened this afternoon.
Ye Zhenzhen suddenly didn't realize it and waved to him: "Zhi Duan, come here, Mom will show you something."
Cui Zhiduan walked over step by step and saw his father rummaging through a large box, and a stack of yellowed rice paper was turned out. He curiously poked his head around and immediately frowned in disgust.
"Dad, whose calligraphy is this? It's so ugly."
Cui Weizhen looked at him with a smile: "They are all your words."
Cui Zhiduan's eyes widened in shock. Such an ugly calligraphy was actually his? This is impossible!
Ye Zhenzhen smiled and said: "How is it impossible? These are all calligraphy skills you have been practicing since you were a child. Ten of them every day, and you won't miss a single one. Your father keeps them all for you."
Pieces of yellowed rice paper were written with large, childish characters. There were comments on each word, and the imperfectly written characters were circled one by one. Until finally, the comments became fewer and fewer, and the words on the rice paper became smaller and smaller.
It's getting better and better.
The handwriting on the rice paper became more familiar as it went up, and it was no different from his handwriting. Only then did Cui Zhiduan want to believe that this stack of rice paper was exactly his handwriting.
I don't know why, but his mood suddenly improved, but he was also a little embarrassed: "Dad, these words are so ugly, just take them and throw them away."
"No, these are the traces of your growth, you can't throw them away."
Cui Weizhen rearranged the rice paper that his son had messed up: "In another year, look at this box of rice paper again, and you will know how your calligraphy is progressing."
Cui Zhiduan nodded confusedly, and then saw his mother also moving out a small box: "Zhiduan, look at what this is?"
Cui Zhiduan opened it curiously and found that there were various small portraits of people inside. The figures in the paintings were not outsiders, but himself.
There are his new-born chubby feet, his bare buttocks and the appearance of his little baby teeth... Turning over one by one, the scene of his parents painting around him slowly emerged in his mind.
The vague memories seemed to become clearer.
Each of these boxes contains bits and pieces of his parents' company.