After all, this is not a society that looks at faces? Such a young child knows how to read faces. This little light played tricks on Xiaohua for a while, and it was refreshing in front of him, and it would be difficult to say in the future.

Looking at the undisguised dislike on Xiaohua's face, Jiang Chan silently lit a wax for Xiaoguang in his heart.

"I'll leave at noon the day after tomorrow, and I'll send you to Aunt Chen Xiaopei's house the morning after tomorrow, and I've already told her. Jiang Chan patted Xiaohua's head, Xiaohua knew that Jiang Chan had made up her mind, and reluctantly agreed.

Jiang Chan is really good to her, but she usually says the same, as long as she is determined to do something, she will do it no matter what. She is a small person, and she is soft-spoken, so let's obediently roll away and look at Xiaoguang with disgust.

Seeing Xiaohua drooping her head, a smile crossed Jiang Chan's eyes. This is also a bad taste of hers, children are used to play, especially the little flower that looks very old.

This kid doesn't know who he is with, he is very serious and serious on weekdays, and he is very polite to others.

It's a pity that Xiaohua is too upright on weekdays, and Jiang Chan always wants to see the liveliness of some children of the same age in her, so she also consciously digs pits for Xiaohua on weekdays.

"Milk, I don't have a lot of homework, and I've already written it in school. Xiaohua lay on Jiang Chan's hand, looking at the original document in Jiang Chan's hand, her big eyes were shining.

"Milk, you know so much, I heard that we started learning English this year. ”

"That's not bad, do you want to learn from the milk?" Jiang Chan shook the book in his hand, and when he saw Xiaohua's little face, he knew that the first task left by the original owner was completely completed.

"Okay, the milk is the best!"

Xiaohua is Jiang Chan's brain-dead powder, and in her eyes, Jiang Chan is omnipotent. She wasn't surprised at all how Jiang Chan knew so many things, she could play the pipa, and she could write calligraphy, and now she could even understand English.

"You haven't practiced calligraphy today, so I'll write with you later. ”

After teaching Xiaohua a few words, Jiang Chan put down the book and pulled Xiaohua into the study. The study was huge, almost as large as the living room, surrounded by bookcases, half of which were filled with books.

Xiaohua stood in front of her desk, while Jiang Chan stood on the other side of the large desk, continuing to start her unfinished painting. As soon as the mind calms down, time flies.

Jiang Chan's whole mind was immersed in the paintings under her hands, and Xiaohua didn't know when she was standing by her side. When she finished her last stroke, Xiaohua slapped her little slap, "Milk, you are so good, this painting is so beautiful." ”

Jiang Chan painted a picture of the landscape in the south of the Yangtze River, with a canopy boat, weeping willows and an old man sitting on the boat fishing, which looks very freehand and romantic. Looking at this painting, Jiang Chan felt as if he had returned to the first mission, where there were many good memories.

"Don't be a sycophant, bring your words, I'm going to test you well. Stamping his own private seal in the lower right corner of the painting, Jiang Chan nodded Xiaohua's forehead.

After reading the big characters written by Xiaohua page by page, Jiang Chan nodded with satisfaction, "You write very well, you can't be lazy, since your homework is not heavy now, you will have to spend a little more time on calligraphy, and you will not have so much time to spend on it in junior high school and high school in the future." ”

"I know, I will bring a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone to Aunt Chen's house this time, and I will save myself from always bowing my head and not looking up with Xiaoguang. ”

After listening to Xiaohua's words, Jiang Chan mourned silently for Xiaoguang, poor child, with Xiaohua as a comparison, he would be even more untreated by Father Hu in the future, but thinking of Xiaoguang's not very comfortable life in the next few days, Jiang Chan was happy again.

In the final analysis, it is Jiang Cicada who protects the calf, Xiaohua is a child she has spent a lot of effort cultivating, how can Xiaoguang be allowed to bully Xiaoguang all day long?

"Milk, write calligraphy today, learn the guqin tomorrow, okay? When I'm older, I'll learn to play the pipa, and you'll teach me, right?"

"If you want to learn, I'll teach you. Jiang Chan is also happy to hand over what he knows to Xiaohua, and he is not pressurized.

On Sunday morning, Xiaohua drooped her face and carried her pen, ink, paper and inkstone, while Jiang Chan pulled Xiaohua's small box, which contained a change of clothes belonging to Xiaohua, and the two went to Chen Xiaopei's house.

Jiang Chan's business has been very big in the past few years, and she has already bought a house in the capital, but she usually nests in the courtyard, and she rarely goes to this serious commercial house.

After all, it's all come to this era, why do you have to enjoy what is a courtyard in this era?

Chen Xiaopei's house is not far from Jiang Chan, half an hour's drive. Xiaohua sat in the back seat, her little finger pointing, "Milk, we have been in the capital for five years, and the capital has changed so much." ”

Jiang Chan teased Xiaohua and said, "What are the changes?"

"A lot, there weren't so many cars on the road before, but now there are a lot of cars. There are also many more high-rise buildings, and the roads have become wider. ”

Counting the piles of piles, Jiang Chan also nodded, "The changes in the capital are changing with each passing day, we are lucky to have come to the capital, and we will strive to stay in the capital in the future." ”

When Jiang Chan and Xiaohua arrived, Xiaoguang hadn't gotten up yet, Chen Xiaopei came over to open the door for Xiaohua, and Xiaohua politely shouted, "Good morning, Aunt Chen." ”

Chen Xiaopei couldn't do it happily, she thought that Xiaohua was a villain at the beginning, but unfortunately her face was not cured. Now that his face is better, Chen Xiaopei feels that everything is flawless when he looks at Xiaohua.

Looking at the upright little flower, and then thinking of his son who hasn't gotten up yet, Chen Xiaopei is a hundred envy of Jiang Chan.

"Come in without worry, I've cleaned up your room, can you go and see if there's anything missing?" Chen Xiaopei pulled Xiaohua in, Jiang Chan followed behind and changed his shoes, and Chen Xiaopei's husband Hu Zhi sat on the sofa watching TV.

Seeing Jiang Chan coming in, Hu Zhi hurriedly stood up and said hello. Jiang Chan nodded with him, and pushed Xiaohua forward, "I have to go back to your province today, and it is estimated that it will take about a week, so I will ask you to take care of it during this time." ”

In front of outsiders, Jiang Chan never called Xiaohua the name, but directly called her worry-free, so there are really few people who know her nickname.

Ho Chi is a policeman and very righteous. Hearing Jiang Chan's request, he immediately nodded, "Auntie, you are too polite, we all like to be worry-free, so you can go to your province with confidence." ”

"This kid is worry-free, easy to bring, and not troublesome at all. Hu Zhi, who has always been upright, couldn't help but smile when he saw Xiaohua, which shows that he really likes Xiaohua very much.

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