Luoluo can write?

What does this mean? Yang Yan was a little confused by He Guantong.

He turned around and walked over, wanting to see what Luoluo had done to make He Guantong so excited?

It was already dark in the evening, but fortunately the lights were on in the yard, and the recliner where Luoluo and her sister were sitting was still as bright as day, and Yang Yan quickly saw Luoluo's cute little face.

"Uncle, look, Luoluo's posture of holding the pen is so standard!" He Guantong couldn't wait to push forward, knelt on the recliner, pointed to his sister, and said positively.

Speaking of standards, in fact, He Guantong exaggerated, Yang Yan fixed his eyes, the little girl's posture of holding the brush is not standard, the correct way to hold the pen should be "pulling, pressing, hooking, grid, resisting", it sounds complicated, in fact, the first three fingers are outside, pinching and pressing the pen barrel, and the ring finger and little finger support, against the pen barrel.

Of course, Luoluo's posture of holding the pen is not so diverse, her hands are too small, it would be good to be able to hold the brush in its entirety, and it can be separated? That is impossible.

Of course, the posture standard He Guantong said is not nonsense, the little girl grabbed the pen, but the little hand was hanging empty, she grinned innocently, while hanging her wrist and grasping the pen to write, as if she had learned the standard wrist hanging posture of the uncle just now!

"Hee-hee, Dad, probe!" Luoluo was happy to see her father coming over, she grabbed the pen shaft, but her little head was raised, and then pointed to the water marks she had scribbled on the red paper, and said to her father happily.

If Luoluo's hanging wrist posture is still a bit interesting, then the "words" written on the red paper by Luoluo are a complete mess, as if they were wantonly smeared, and many of them are pasted together.

Therefore, Yang Yan confirmed her judgment even more - Luoluo is not self-taught, she just has a strong ability to imitate, looking at the demonstration of her sister and uncle, there is little difference in imitation in action.

"It's great!" Yang Yan sat down, rubbed Luoluo's little head with a smile, and said affectionately, "Luoluo has learned a lot from my sister!"

"Uncle, I didn't teach her, she knew it herself. Luoluo is too powerful!" He Guantong was also more honest and hurriedly explained.

"Sister, don't be modest, you have been playing with Luoluo for so long, it is because you are so patient, Luoluo has made progress!" Yang Yan said with a smile.

Luoluo didn't care who her father put the credit on, she saw that her father didn't listen to her and was still talking to her sister, so she became anxious.

"Daddy, uh-huh, hmm!" the little girl leaned towards her father, stretched out her free left little hand hard, and grabbed the big hand that her father had placed beside her, attracting her father's attention while exerting her breastfeeding strength, wanting to drag her father's big hand and show him her work, "Huh...... Huh......"

Yang Yan originally wanted to go to the kitchen to help, but his daughter finally wrote such a thing, so he had to lower his head, listen to Luoluo's speech patiently, and look at the red paper she pointed to.

"Na, well, you want to ......" The little girl muttered this time, Yang Yan couldn't understand it, but it sounded like the little girl had made up a story for what she had written.

It's just a pity that her vocabulary is limited, and when she can't say it, she talks nonsense, which makes it impossible for people to understand at all.

However, Luoluo herself soon stopped, and she blinked in confusion, realizing that the traces of water written on the red paper had all disappeared!

What's going on?

We're not done yet!

The little girl frowned a little anxiously.

However, now she didn't want to ask her father for help, she saw Luoluo bowing her head, tilting her little head slightly, looking very serious, and then, she forgot about her father who was hanging aside, just picked up her brush, dipped it in the water dish, and continued to smear it on the dry red paper.

Yang Yan couldn't cry or laugh a little, he sat with Luoluo, and after watching her draw the red paper for a while, he beckoned He Guantong: "Help bring this blanket to the house, it's dark now, and you will catch a cold if you sit outside, you accompany your sister to play in the house." ”

I saw him get up and pick up Luoluo, who was concentrating on "playing" with his new toy.

"Hmm!" Luo Luo grabbed the brush, but the red paper fell on the chaise longue, and she suddenly struggled in her father's arms.

"Let's go to the house to play, and then write in the house, if you like, write it slowly for you!" Yang Yan said helplessly.

I like to play with brushes so much......

Yang Yan muttered secretly in his heart: If you grow up in the future and love to study so much, and your father urges you to rest, you are the same as now, holding the pen and books and refusing to let go, then it is really good!

Of course, Luoluo is less than a year and a half years old, and when she grows up to study, it will take a few years of hard work, who knows if she really loves to learn?

"Sister, I'll bring it in for you!" He Guantong trotted over, she held the blanket with one hand, grabbed the red paper with the other and shook it excitedly.

At this moment, Luoluo settled down, but she still stretched out her little hand to her sister, staring at the red paper in her sister's hand.

Yang Yan asked He Guantong and Luoluo to play in his bedroom, the quilt on the big bed had already been folded by Xia Yu, just to make room for He Guantong and Luoluo to sit on the bed and play.

"Okay, write it to you!" He Guantong smiled and handed the red paper back to Luoluo, she took off her shoes, sat on the bed with her socks turned her legs, and prepared to play with Luoluo.

However, there is still something missing!

Luoluo crawled on the bed and turned around in confusion, but he didn't find what he wanted.

"Well, Dad, yes, yes, then ......" The little girl pouted and tried to express her request, but her vocabulary was too low, so she could only grasp the brush and make a motion of dipping it in ink, and demonstrated it to her father.

He Guantong understood, she actively got off the bed and said to Yang Yan: "My sister wants that saucer! I'll get it for her!"

Luoluo looked at her sister's sturdy back running out, and her long eyelashes fluttered gently.

As if she knew what her sister was going to do, the little girl was not in a hurry anymore. I saw her get up from the bed, step on the bed, squeak and walk to her father's side, and then, she leaned her back against her father, rubbed her little ass against her father's arms, and sat down with a snort.

It's still comfortable in Dad's arms!

"Hee-hee!" the little girl raised her little head and smiled sweetly at her father, and then grabbed the brush and shook it with great interest, but she didn't write anyway, she was playing with the new toy wantonly.

......

"It's still a little different!" downstairs, Taibai and Zhang Laohei came out of the void, Taibai looked up obliquely at the room where Luoluo was, and said to Zhang Laohei with emotion, "Although the memory is lost, the soul of the little tour guide is still imprinted with some marks of the previous life, and some skills that have been learned through thousands of tempering, she can still use them to some extent." ”

"What's the use of that? Isn't it just that she can hold a brush?" Zhang Laohei shook his head disapprehantly, "She can't speak, she can't read, she just can hold a brush, and she can't do anything." ”

"That can't be said, General Zhang, haven't you been looking forward to eating and drinking spicy food in the world for a long time?" Taibai said with a smile, "This wish of yours is all pinned on this brush." ”

Zhang Laohei only became excited at this time, and grabbed Taibai's hand with a little excitement: "Is it? Taibai, why didn't you ......say it earlier?"