Fu Yusheng guessed probably: "Is there a difference with kindergarten?" ”

Su Yu thought about it and felt that there was a difference, but he didn't know where the difference was.

Later, I heard Fu Yusheng say: "Just learn here, if you don't understand anything, you can ask me." ”

Su Yu looked at him in great surprise, as if he didn't expect such a cold brother to teach them to learn.

Fu Yusheng sat down at the desk and added, "I'm in the third grade of elementary school." ”

Su Yu thought about it, the third grade is indeed a child who can teach the preschool, and nodded: "Thank you." ”

Fu Yusheng pointed to the bookshelf next to him: "Put your schoolbag here." ”

Su Yu originally wanted to keep the things his mother left for him by his side, but he didn't dare to disobey him, so he nodded obediently: "Hmm." ”

After that, Fu Yusheng didn't pay attention to it.

Zhan Jiu was very happy, she had never studied with a few people, and turned around and went back to the meditation room to get the notebook.

Soon, Zhan Jiu came back at a trot, she diligently picked up a stool and walked over, and sat next to Su Yu.

A desk that was already small was instantly even smaller.

She stared at the two words on Su Yu's book, written neatly, a little resolute, somewhat similar to the coldness in Fu Yusheng's bones, she was a little curious, and asked, "Shanyi, what words are you teaching Su Shizhu to read?" ”

Fu Yusheng said: "Su Yuan." ”

Zhan Jiu read it again and wrote down these two words.

At this time, Su Yu whispered, with a little bit of longing in his eyes that he didn't dare to fully express: "This is my mother's name." ”

When Zhan Jiu heard this, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and immediately stretched out his hand and held his hand: "Master Su, you can teach me to write." ”

Su Yu was diverted and nodded, "Okay." ”

Fu Yusheng looked at her little and found for the first time that this little monk was a self-cooked.

Zhan Jiu didn't notice his gaze, opened the notebook, put it in front of him, pointed to the words "Zhan Jiu" and "Nian Ci", and asked, "Do you write these two names?" ”

The elder brother said that if she didn't let the little teacher and nephew teach, then she could only ask Su Yu.

Su Yu read it once, frowned, and replied truthfully: "I can't write." ”

After Zhan Jiu heard this, his face was full of loss.

Su Yu blamed himself a little: "I'm sorry, I said I want to teach you." ”

Zhan Jiu immediately shook his head and showed a sweet smile: "It's okay, it's okay, you can teach me that you will." ”

Seeing this, Fu Yusheng felt a little uncomfortable inexplicably, did the little monk dislike him for not teaching well?

In the middle of his thoughts, Su Yu wrote down the uppercase numbers from one to ten in his notebook, plus a nine-character number.

Zhan Jiu took it, and when he saw the last word, he felt very serious, and hurriedly opened the words written by Teacher Xu before, and sure enough, it was her name.

Suddenly, she looked at Su Yu's eyes full of adoration: "You can write nine characters." ”

"Hmm." Su Yu nodded.

Zhan Jiu was very happy: "Then do you know how to write small characters?" ”

"I can write."

Su Yu picked up the pen again, wrote down the small characters one by one, and then looked at him seriously: "I'll teach you." ”

"Well, thank you, Lord Su." Zhan Jiu was so moved that he felt like he had picked up a treasure and went home.

He stretched out his short arms again, hugged him, and gave him a friendly hug: "From now on, you will be my teacher." ”

Fu Yusheng glanced at the two of them, put down the pen in his hand, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "You two, can you be quieter?" ”