Duan Ying sat next to her, and Ning'er asked curiously: "Aunt, where is the baby?"
Gu Xiaonuan thought of the little boy he was escaping from, "He's by your grandpa's side."
Now, whoever goes home early will have to be responsible for teaching the little tiger. Then, whoever comes home early will have to lose his hair.
Wei Aihua, a patient person like him, scratched his head and said, "Tiger, write one '1' in each square, not from beginning to end on a piece of paper."
In the little tiger's notebook, all numbers drawn are '1'.
Then when his father got off work, the little tiger ran over and waited for his father to praise him. His father held his notebook and was silent for a long time.
In the past, he always felt that being naughty and causing trouble made him exhausted mentally and physically, but now Jiang Chenshao realized that the things that made him work hard were still behind.
Gu Xiaohan went home. Unexpectedly, it was his sister who called him, asking him to go back and saying many nice things to him. "What trouble did my little boy get into again?" Seeing his sister's attentive look, Gu Xiaohan
Little Ai Ouhan knew that this matter was inseparable from his family's naughty little boy, Little Tuotuo.
Gu Nuanxi shook her head, swore and promised, "Xiao Tuotuo didn't cause any trouble, he just misses you."
Gu Xiaohan was deceived and returned home.
"Tuo, uncle is back."
The little tiger happily ran over with his vocabulary book and showed Jiujiu what he had written.
"Tweet~Baohui writes chirp."
Gu Xiaohan was surprised, his nephew was a child prodigy?
Did he inherit his good genes?
Sitting on a small bench, he opened a page and handed it to him with a pencil. Gu Xiaohan sat aside, waiting for his nephew to write.
Then……
"Tuo, what are you drawing?"
"Chirp, chirp."
Gu Xiaohan pointed and asked, "Does uncle look like this?"
The little tiger tilted his little head and pointed his little finger upward, "Tuotuo is writing Jiujiu's name, and Bao's name can't even be written~"
The little tiger's soft words touched Gu Xiaohan's heart. He couldn't even write his own name, so he learned his uncle's name.
Gu Xiaohan was moved and looked at the painting that really didn't look like the word "uncle". Gu Xiaohan put his hand on his cheek, frowned, and studied the calligraphy written by his nephew.
Gu Xiaonuan couldn't stand it anymore on the steps. She got up and went over, holding her son's homework book, pointing at it and saying, "This is not a '0', this is not a '1'. If you get closer, it's a '9'."
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It's just that the words written by the little tiger look like a dog crawling. There are gaps in the middle, and the little tiger uses a pencil to mark the gaps in the middle.
It’s hard for anyone to guess that it’s the number ‘9’, and nine sounds the same as chirp.
Gu Nuanxi was used to it, "Don't say it's not the same word, in his head, the homonym is the same word."
Gu Xiaohan looked at his elder sister, "So you come back and want me to teach Tuo how to read for you?"
Gu Xiaonuan felt too guilty to look at his brother, "No, it's not, it's just that the tiger misses you."
When Gu Xiaohan went home, Mr. Jiang wanted to give the child a red envelope and write a check. He was so happy that he almost asked Gu Xiaohan what he wanted and what he gave. "Xiaohan, this child is good, very good, very good.
Come on." As soon as he came back, his good grandson had a place to go.
Gu Xiaohan carried Xiao Tuotuo back to Gu's house.
Gu Xiaonuan and Jiang Chenshao go home every day, and their uncle and nephew are not at home.