"Okay!

After filming for a few more minutes, the director shouted to stop, went over and carefully looked at the words written on the ground, and commented with satisfaction:

"Xiao Gu, you can do this, have you practiced it?"

This point is a little apostrophe, and it is very strong to penetrate the meaning of the paper back into the wood, and it is really good to write.

Gu Mingjing embarrassedly took his foot to scratch the ground, erased the words, and his face turned a little red:

"If it's not well written, don't shoot. ”

Song Ci took a sip of the water fed by his father, and said with a smile when he heard the words:

"It's very well written. Don't be too modest, being too modest is pride. ”

Song Chunan resisted the urge to wash her daughter's face, and chased her to feed her water and drink:

"Why don't you write well? Didn't your mother teach you all at home?"

He could not hear them, as if his daughter were not as good as men!

Song Cichao's father, who wanted to fry his hair again, squeezed his eyes, smiled and drank water: low-key.

Song Chunan uncomfortably pulled open her collar, for fear that her back would be stabbed by a branch.

Song Ci also let him look at it, otherwise she was afraid that her father would blow up her hair again.

Anyway, she wasn't hurt, so she carried it for a while, and she knew it.

When the director saw Song Chun'an's attitude, he chuckled in his heart, and forgot to take care of other people's parents' emotions!

Hurry over and remedy.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

Song Ci smiled and shook his head, so obedient.

"No! I promised I wouldn't hurt myself again, and I did what I said. ”

Song Chun'an checked it with his own eyes, so he was relieved, and when he saw that his daughter was cheap and behaved, he rubbed his sweaty little head angrily:

"Drink your water. ”

The director hurriedly asked:

"Song porcelain learned to write?"

Song Ci looked up at his father.

Well, the face is still tense, and I want to coax.

She didn't answer, she directly picked up the branches on the ground, and rewrote the words "Zhao Xiaohua" and "Xiangyang" freely.

The director was really shocked!

"You've practiced too! It's amazing, you all come and see, this kid is better than me!"

Xu Weijun and Wang Nan thought that he deliberately praised the child in front of the parents, and they all came over in a funny way, and there were already a lot of compliments and words in their stomachs.

But when I came over and took a look, I couldn't help but gasp!

"That's a great job, isn't it? At least two years of practice, right?"

Wang Nan's calm temperament was shocked, and he looked at the words on the ground in disbelief, and then looked at the small Song porcelain.

If you don't watch your child write it, who would dare to believe it?

You have to start practicing it from your mother's womb, right?

Song Ci also took a sip of water, and consciously gave her father the opportunity to show her face.

Song Chun'an fed his daughter water, and said without changing his face:

"You guessed it right, my daughter did practice. Our country children have nothing to play, and our family is a little girl, so it is not good to follow a group of wild boys to climb trees and go down the river all day long, so her mother will see Tian'er tell her stories and teach her to write and draw for fun. ”

As he spoke, he asked modestly:

"It's not good to write, it's far worse than the child's grandfather. My father-in-law's handwriting is good, and it is also a child's skill to practice, and when he was seven or eight years old, someone went to the house to beg to write couplets. Song Ci is where is this? ”

It turned out to be a family history?

The people around me suddenly realized!

No wonder the little girl is also babbling and saying that other parents teach well.

Wang Nan still felt incredible, looked at the shallow but clear handwriting on the ground, and asked:

"But this writing needs strength, right? If you practice a little, can you hold the pen?"

Song Chunan didn't answer her question directly, and bowed her head to signal her daughter:

"Show another hand to your uncle and aunt!"

Song Ci secretly rolled his eyes.

Her father, this dazzling baby maniac, blowing such a big cow, isn't he afraid of blowing the cowhide out?

Song Ci regretted telling her father about her superpowers. How much faith does her father have in her now?

Song Chunan is really inflated, really!

But who calls him a father, what can she do if she doesn't carry it for him?

Song Ci reluctantly threw out the branch in his hand to write, and without waiting for everyone to figure out what it meant, he picked up a small pebble and threw it out.

Smack, smack!

The pebble came first, hitting the branch that fell in mid-air, sending it flying more than a meter away, and then landing one after another.

Everyone, surprised.