Xiaoshanjun opened his mouth and howled sadly, and grandpa didn't let him play.
Gu Nuanxi hugged him to wash his hands, and the little guy cried and shouted, "Press up and hug the treasure~"
It was obvious that his grandson ruined his work, and Mr. Jiang felt very distressed. He put down his brush and hugged his grandson to wash the black ink all over his hands.
After washing, the little guy cried and insisted on playing with a brush. He held his grandfather and refused to let go. In the end, Mr. Jiang still had to hold his grandson who could not even hold a brush. His big hands with loose skin wrapped in tender flesh
The little claws are drawn on rice paper to write auspicious words.
Fortunately, the little guy didn't have much strength, so Mr. Jiang could control his hand to move.
When Jiang Chenshao returned home, he looked at two spring couplets waiting for ink dry in the yard, and one of them had a small paw print on it.
When the father saw at a glance, he could tell whose little claw print came from!
He entered the living room.
At the coffee table, Mr. Jiang has already taken a light view of life. Gu Nuanxi looked at her little tiger son, holding his grandfather's brush, which was writing on paper very well, but now her son is pressing it on the top of the brush and rubbing it into
Explosion brush head.
Jiang Chenshao just sat down, but his butt was not warm yet. Old Jiang said, "Jiang Chenshao, my brush is only 120,000 yuan, you can do it."
Jiang Chenshao looked at his innocent son, as if he was brushing the table, holding his grandfather's frying brush and "swish" on the table, and he looked at his wife who was guilty and bowed his head.
Even Xiao Nuanxi, who loves money, couldn't help but say, "Husband, please pay, I'll do my best today."
Xiaoshanjun held the brush with his five fingers and made a fuss, and his "work" was born.
The little guy took his "work" and happily took it over for his father to appreciate it.
Mr. Jiang looked at the two pieces of paper in his hand and the pitiful brush. "Dad, why don't Shan Jun stay here to pay off the debt?"
"I don't care!" Old Jiang hugged his grandson's armpit and hugged him in Jiang Chenshao's arms, "lose money."
At night, Jiang Tianzhi added a sky-high brush as a new toy.
He disliked him again. When it was time to post Spring Festival couplets, Mr. Jiang pointed out the couplet that he had to carry his grandson's claw prints at the gate.
Jiang Momo went over, bent down, and studied the claw marks carefully for a while. "Brother Su, how many beatings do you think our nephew will get?"
Su Linyan: "Look at how many times he has caused trouble."
When he returned to the Jiang family, Xiaoshanjun chased his grandfather every day for two days and asked him to write calligraphy.
Mr. Jiang discovered that his grandson had calligraphy cells and cultured them!
When Jiang Momo returned to her parents' home, she saw the warm winter sun shrouding the grandfather and grandson through the window.
Mr. Jiang held his grandson's little hand and taught his grandson to write on paper.
Oh, Mr. Jiang wholesales many brushes for 10 yuan, specifically for his grandson to make him feel bad.
Although he was just playing, everyone knew that Xiaoshanjun couldn't even hold a pen holder, but Mr. Jiang was willing to waste time holding his grandson's hand and play with him. "Good grandson, this pen, ink, paper and inkstone are some of the most particular things.
, This is a treasure left by our ancestors, with a thousand years of historical development..."
Mr. Jiang is popularizing knowledge, and Xiaoshanjun is sitting on his grandfather's lap to "create", which is very coquettish.
My family packed their luggage, and Jiang Momo's company was on holiday.
Little Qinglong is "bathing" in his mother's love every day, becoming more and more mellow.
Although Jiang Chenshao was on holiday, he went there in person.