Facts have proved that although Ye Zhenzhen cannot write classical Chinese, her appreciation level is not bad at all.
The next day, Cui Zhiduan's article was handed over to Master Zhou for review. Master Zhou praised it endlessly and gave him some instructions to make slight revisions. The whole article became more interesting and smooth.
After school, Cui Zhiduan showed the revised article to his grandmother and mother, and was praised by both grandmother and mother. Grandma was illiterate, but she patted his head and praised him as a little prodigy.
Cui Zhiduan was satisfied, and then wrote a letter to his father excitedly. Of course, the content of the letter could not avoid this article. He also attached the article at the end, asking his father to take the time to comment.
After the letter was sent, Cui Zhiduan began to wait uneasily, just like a young girl waiting for her lover, afraid that he would not come and that he would mess around.
What if...what if my father thinks his writing is unsightly?
Ye Zhenzhen noticed her son's uneasiness very keenly, and because she cared about it, she paid special attention to it.
She had had the same experience, so she was very sympathetic to his state at this time. The comfort of words was only a drop in the bucket, and the best way was to divert his attention.
On this day, Cui Zhi Duan came to school, greeted his elders in the family as usual, and then came to the delivery room to see his mother and sister.
Ye Zhenzhen had just finished practicing yoga and was so tired that she was sweating profusely. Cui Zhiduan, as a warm little man, did not need the maid to interfere. He immediately ran to get his mother's handkerchief and wiped her sweat himself.
He wiped his sweat and noticed with sharp eyes that there was a small crack in the window. He immediately pointed it out seriously: "Sister Qiu Wu, the window is not closed properly. Grandma and grandma told me that my mother should not be exposed to the wind, otherwise she will get injured.
."
Qiu Wu glanced at his wife secretly, and after receiving the signal, he went to close the window, and then he had to admit his mistake honestly: "I was negligent, young man. Please don't tell the old lady and your in-laws, otherwise I will
You have to be criticized."
Cui Zhiduan continued with a straight face: "Mom, you can't neglect your health at all. I can forgive you this time, but if there is another time, I will definitely punish you severely!"
He was just a small man, he looked childish, and even his voice was a little childish, but Qiu Wu felt the pressure, completely lost his joking attitude, and responded more seriously: "Yes, slave, I remember.
"
Cui Zhiduan then softened his expression and said crisply: "Sister Qiu Wu, you go down first to have a sip of tea, eat some snacks, and rest for a while. I'll take care of my mother here."
Qiu Wu did not look at his wife's eyes this time and retreated obediently.
Ye Zhenzhen, on the other hand, was already watching dumbfounded.
The changes in her son can be seen every day. The responsibility of the eldest son has made him grow wiser quickly, but his wiseness is usually only reflected in some small things. Now Ye Zhenzhen finds that he can even control Qiu Wu, it is impossible not to be surprised.
Who knows about Qiu Wu? She is her personal maid, a popular person in the family, even the maids from Fuxi Garden treat her with courtesy when they see her, which shows her status.
Although Cui Zhiduan had the natural advantage of being the master, Qiu Wu could not go against his will, but opening the window was Ye Zhenzhen's original intention. Logically speaking, Qiu Wu should not feel guilty, but after Cui Zhiduan's repeated attacks,
, under the combination of kindness and power, he completely forgot about it and obeyed the orders obediently.
This boy is not only sensible, but his skills have also improved.
Ye Zhenzhen looked at him with novel eyes: "Where did you learn this?"
"What to study?" Cui Zhiduan was a little confused and poured a glass of water from the kettle. He first checked the temperature with the back of his hand and found that the water temperature was suitable before passing it to her: "Mom, please drink some water first to moisten your throat."
Ye Zhenzhen immediately understood that her son's control methods were learned from her.
For example, the series of things he poured out just now are very similar to Qiu Wu, which means that he must have carefully observed them on weekdays. He has been following her for a while, and it is normal for him to learn some methods of controlling her subordinates.
For a child prodigy, observation and learning abilities are just sparse and ordinary.
Ye Zhenzhen sighed in her heart, she was more happy because her son's emotional intelligence was good and there was no need to worry about his inability to live in the future.
"Is your daily schedule still the same as before?"
"There is one more riding skill than before. Everything else is as usual. I will exercise with the guards in the morning. After returning home in the afternoon, I will have to do homework, practice calligraphy, learn painting and riding skills." Cui Zhiduan counted his hands honestly.
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"Can you learn so many things? Are you tired?" Ye Zhenzhen felt tired just listening to it.
Cui Zhiduan, who was full of energy, shook his head: "I'm not tired. My son just feels that he didn't learn enough."
...Well, ordinary people like us don’t quite understand the world of top academics.
It was probably because she was too busy that she had time to worry. Ye Zhenzhen finally had the opportunity to reveal her purpose: "Since you still have free time, let's draw a comic book for my sister."
"Comic strips?" Cui Zhiduan didn't quite understand the new term his mother was talking about.
"Yes, just draw the history books you have learned, and then add concise and concise text, so that you can enlighten your sister later."
Cui Zhiduan suddenly realized: "This is a good idea. My sister certainly doesn't like to read so many words at the age of enlightenment. If there are interesting pictures to accompany it, she will definitely be more interested."
Yes, this is the essence of comic strips.
Ye Zhenzhen smiled and nodded: "Your sister's enlightenment will have to wait a few years. You can draw the comic strip slowly, don't be in a hurry."
Cui Zhiduan nodded repeatedly: "Yeah, mom, don't worry, I will definitely get better and better at painting."
I just want to find things for you to do. As for whether you can draw well or not, I don’t insist on it. Of course, if you can draw well, it will be an unexpected surprise.
Cui Zhiduan was impatient and ran to the small study on the spot to pick up his history book, and then opened it excitedly: "Mom, which paragraph should I choose to start drawing?"
"Aren't you studying the History of the Great Zhou Dynasty? You can start with the History of the Great Zhou Dynasty."
Cui Zhiduan nodded in agreement, and then fell into thinking. He was probably planning the plot of the story. Ye Zhenzhen didn't interrupt him and secretly took the book he had placed next to him, only to turn a page. Cui Zhiduan immediately shrewdly
Looked over.
He said seriously: "Mom, you are disobedient! Grandma and grandma told me that you can't read this month because it hurts your eyes."
Ye Zhenzhen: "...I just took a look."
"It's not okay to just look at it." Cui Zhiduan was as strict as an old master.
Ye Zhenzhen was about to cry but had no tears, and her son took care of her. Isn't it too miserable?
She never wanted to sit down again during this confinement period. Fortunately, she only had a few days left before she could be freed.
