The little girl did not have the quiet concentration of her father in calligraphy, and after looking at it for a while, she began to prop up the table with some restlessness, her body writhing, and her little feet creaking on the chair.

"Be careful to stand firm!" Yang Yan turned his head to look at the little girl, and reminded with a smile, "This chair is not very reliable, fall down, but it will pia suddenly, and your little ass will be broken into several petals, it hurts very much!"

Yang Yan also knew that her daughter's comprehension ability was limited, so she would describe her speech very vividly, and she also used some onomatopoeia.

I don't know if it was because of being glanced at by my father, or because I understood my father's warning, Luoluo was a little quiet for a few seconds, she obediently stood on the chair, looked at the "big" brush in her father's hand, and looked at it for a while.

But children are naturally active, and Luoluo is no exception! After a while, the little girl could not hold back any longer, and she stretched out her little hand, and first pressed it against a red couplet that was placed not far in front of her.

Doesn't seem like Dad found out?

The little girl pressed for a while, couldn't help but turn her head, and looked at her father with some weakness. At this time, Dad was busy writing, a long one, and he couldn't be distracted. So, seeing that Dad ignored him, the little guts of Luo Luo became fat!

"Hmm......" Luoluo pursed his small mouth, with an excited smile between his eyebrows, his body shrank back slightly, and raised his small palm, but this was just for the next move.

I saw her little hand stretched out again, scratched at the table, and her tiny fingers actually wrinkled the bottom edge of the red couplet, and after a few more buttons, the little girl grabbed one side of the couplet in her hand as if she were grabbing her father's trouser leg.

It is worth mentioning that Luoluo herself may not have noticed that her white and tender little palm was actually covered with a layer of faint ink at this moment - not a lot, because the couplet that Luoluo just pressed had been left there to dry for a while, and the ink was almost dry.

But Luoluo didn't know, she still ignored the few ink marks left by her palm rubbing the red paper, and just indulged in grabbing the couplet, and then picked it up and shook it up and down with interest like a whip......

Seems to be quite interesting!

"Hee-hee-......" The little girl played hard, her eyes were shining, and she couldn't suppress her excited laughter.

"Hey, Luoluo, look, you broke all the couplets that your father worked so hard to write!" Lu's mother turned her head to look at it, and suddenly felt distressed, she quickly got up and walked over, gently took the couplet from Luoluo's hand, and rubbed it gently, but she couldn't even pinch the broken paper.

Luoluo was blamed by her grandmother who loved her so much, and seemed to realize that she was in trouble, she stood there helpless, staring at it, not daring to move, and not daring to stand up.

"Broken?" Daddy's voice came in.

Luoluo drooped her mouth slightly, raised her eyes, and looked at her father pitifully, the big black and round eyes seemed to have mist accumulating at the moment, and the eye sockets began to redden.

Is Dad also going to scold Luoluo?

Luoluo didn't deliberately sabotage......

However, Luoluo was overly nervous, and Yang Yan didn't want to blame the little guy with his mother. Moreover, Yang Yan glanced at it, and actually understood what the situation was - Luoluo was active, and his mother's complaints were inevitable, after all, the old man was a little more traditional, and he was reluctant to waste it, and he felt sorry for the money!

"Dad knows that you don't want to break these papers, Luoluo just wants to know what Dad is writing and wants to get involved, right?" Yang Yan gently took her daughter's little hand and said gently.

"Well......" Luo Luo was relieved by her father's emotions, and she couldn't help but pout, and nodded her little head with her father.

"Hey, Luoluo, how did you get dirty with your hands?" Yang Yan only saw Luoluo's black little paws at this time, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked funny.

The answer is actually obvious, but Yang Yan still wants to change the topic and make Luoluo active again.

Luoluo looked at her blackened little hand with some confusion, her big eyes blinked, and then her voice was weak, and she seemed to be a little aggrieved and muttered: "Well, no, Luoluo doesn't make ......"

If your hands are dirty, will you be criticized by your father?

The little girl had just breathed a sigh of relief, but now she was nervous again......

"It seems that I have touched the ink, but it doesn't matter, in our house, it is normal to get some ink, when my father practiced calligraphy in the past, this hand was black, and sometimes the face was like a little flower cat!" Yang Yan smiled and gestured with Luoluo on the outside of his palm, jokingly comforting.

However, Luoluo's focus was more novel, and when she heard her father say about the little flower cat, her eyes widened in surprise: "Cat?"

The little girl muttered while looking for the direction of meow millet, this fat guy doesn't like the sun, and is lying under the steps of the eaves at the moment, squinting and napping!

"Cat Millet ......" Luoluo pointed at Meow Millet and barked milkily.

"It's not meow millet, but it's about the same, if it's darker, it's like it!" Yang Yanwan smiled and tried to grasp the topic again, "Luoluo, now that our hands are dirty, why don't you also play with this brush with your father, okay?"

Not to mention practice, the word "practice" is too heavy for a two-and-a-half-year-old girl, but "play" is more in line with the actual situation of Luoluo, and the little girl is more willing to accept it after listening to it.

No, in his father's encouraging eyes, Luo Luo nodded his little head obediently. She didn't nod her head ignorantly, the little girl understood her father's words, and she was eager to "play" with her father!

Lu's mother watched Yang Yan teach the child with great interest, she was not in a hurry this time, she was not distressed, and saw Yang Yan cut out a piece of red paper with wrong strokes but a large blank space, and handed it to Luoluo with a brush with a relatively thin pen shaft, the old man also smiled, but had a little expectation for Luoluo's performance.

It's good to learn to write, to paraphrase the words of a generation of great people, calligraphy also has to start from a baby!

It's not the first time Luoluo has grabbed a brush, and her father used to give her a brush as a toy to play with, and the little girl is still scribbling on the cardboard, but a year has passed, Luoluo's little palm still hasn't grown up enough to be able to hold the brush in a very accurate way!

So, after getting the brush, Luoluo was very excited, as if holding her little spoon, and the tip of the pen was held diagonally upward!

It's just a pity that the little girl doesn't know how to "hum and hum" and scream, she only knows how to wave the brush and point to the country, and then laugh with her father.

It's so much fun!