His eyes looked at Jiang Ruonan on the side again, she stopped writing, biting a pen for a while, writing twice for a while, her posture was very casual and unsophisticated, not even as good as the two little dolls who had just entered elementary school.

But Lu Zhenjun didn't want to get up to correct her, didn't he see her current appearance of not disturbing if she had something to do? So he just waited.

He knows that she is not the kind of woman who has no idea to rely on others, and he can't directly meddle in her mother's affairs, and husband and wife must respect each other. He will give her plenty of space to solve the problem.

He also believed that if there was something she couldn't solve, she would definitely ask him for help.

Now, he has that confidence.

Thinking like this, Lu Zhenjun took his eyes off Jiang Ruonan and turned to look at the three treasures beside him.

As a result, after only a few glances, he couldn't help it: "Lu Laosan, what are you writing here?" ”

Looking at the few ghost drawings on the book that could barely be linked to the text, Lu Zhenjun only felt that his blood was surging, and he stretched out his hand and knocked on Sanbao's forehead: "You practice calligraphy like this every day?" Written horizontally and vertically like this? Is this an earthworm crawling? ”

"Poof!" Xiaobao on the side leaned his head over, looked at the ghost drawing talisman that the third brother had written with him for a long time, and then heard his father say that it looked like an earthworm, so he touched it directly, "Hey, earthworm, third brother, are you drawing earthworms?" ”

"You're just drawing earthworms!" Sanbao was disciplined by his father, he didn't dare to say anything, and when he saw that his little brother was still so down to see jokes, he was instantly unhappy, and he reached out and snatched the book that Xiaobao pressed in his hand, glanced at Xiaobao's "masterpiece", and said without a good breath at all, "Do you think you are so good?" Hmph, it's not the same! Ouch! Father! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he received another blow on the head, and while protecting his head, Sanbao looked up at Lu Zhenjun cautiously and accusatorily: "I didn't say anything wrong......

"That's right?" Lu Zhenjun glared at him, his slap was still raised in mid-air, he looked at the two ghost paintings in front of him, and then looked at Xiao Bao Nunu, "How much older are you than Xiao Bao, are you embarrassed to compare with Xiao Bao?" Do you want this face? ”

Sanbao looked at Xiaobao's little arms and legs, and then looked at his own hands, and was suddenly speechless: "I, I ......" and then looked at the book in front of him, his eyes gurgled, "Then I'll write it myself!" ”

After that, he took the notebook and picked up the pen again, but he didn't look at Lu Zhenjun, he went to turn the book himself, and began to write according to the gourd drawing scoop.

Lu Zhenjun nodded with satisfaction: "That's right, write well, you have to have a brother's appearance!" ”

Xiaobao looked at Lu Zhenjun, and then at the third brother, took the notebook very obediently, and lowered his head to write.

Lu Zhenjun looked at the four small radish heads in front of him and was very satisfied.

Tsk, it seems that there is nothing difficult about accompanying children to read or something!

As soon as this thought sprung up in Lu Zhenjun's heart, he heard Sanbao speak: "Dad, how do you write this pen?" ”

"Yes, Dad, how do you write this?" Xiaobao also raised his head, "Dad, teach me, I can't write this stroke well." ”

"I called Daddy first!" Sanbao opened his mouth, his tone was unpleasant, this little treasure is really getting worse and worse, he specially raises the bar with him, and he knows about the dismantling every day.

Xiaobao ignored him and grabbed Lu Zhenjun's hand directly: "Dad, come and teach me." ”

"No, I came first!" San Bao threw down the pen and hugged Lu Zhenjun's other arm.

Hmph, how many opportunities does Dad have to teach them to read and write, why should they give it to Xiaobao?

"You're still so young, learn slowly in the future, let Dad teach me first!" The three treasures are full of words.

Xiaobao was stunned for a moment, but his hand was tight: "But third brother, you are too stupid, you can't write well now!" "So of course Dad should teach him!

Lu Zhenjun's two arms were pulled by the two younger sons, he was stunned for a while, and before he could speak, Dabao and the second sister on the side couldn't sit still.

"Sanbao, Xiaobao, you all let me go!"

Especially the second sister, looking at the two children pulling their father to fight, their faces changed: "Sanbao, Xiaobao, what are you doing?" Daddy still has injuries on his body! ”

As soon as he said this, Dabao had already stood up: "That's it." Come down, don't you want to write? I'll teach you! ”

The two of them pulled the two children off Lu Zhenjun's body one in each hand: "Come on, come on, I'll teach you!" Sit down! ”

Until this moment, Lu Zhenjun had a feeling of the rest of his life, being stared at by two pairs of bright eyes, and he couldn't bear to refuse either side, now it's finally good.

So, who said it's good to have more sons? Some sons have too many sons, and they may really come to collect debts! Sure enough, it's still a small padded jacket.

If only I could have a daughter of my own. The second sister is well-behaved, but after all, she was not raised by herself, she has more respect for him than she is close to, that is, if you want to touch the second sister's head, you have to be careful, if you are your own daughter, you don't have to avoid it so much. Alas, when will I be able to have a little padded jacket of my own?

While thinking about it, Lu Zhenjun glanced at Jiang Ruonan, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, alas, what kind of girl are you thinking, she hasn't even turned her hands yet! I didn't eat it, and I started thinking about something else, really...... How could there be such a sad old man as him......

"Dad, is this well written? Look! With the help of the eldest brother, Sanbao finally wrote a word that could be seen horizontally and vertically, and he was about to show it to Lu Zhenjun in an instant.

This shout called Lu Zhenjun back to his senses: "Well, I'll take a look at ......."

"Well, this is good, continue to carry forward ......"

"Big brother taught me! Well written? Hey! ”

"Dabao or not, then you have to write it yourself, the eldest brother doesn't hold your hand, you write it and take a look. Surely it can be written just as well! ”

Praised and encouraged, Sambo's face showed a touch of pride and determination: "Well, I will definitely write it!" Big brother, go back and do your homework, I'll write it myself! ”

The child unconsciously became more serious, and it seemed that he finally became interested in writing big characters, and Xiaobao on the side of the drive also quickly pushed away the second sister, and sat on the ground and wrote seriously, as if he wanted to compete with the third brother.

"Keep your back straight, don't hunched over, hold the pen tightly......"

"This is a point, not a pinch, don't drag it out for so long......"

"When I raised my head, my eyes fell on the notebook!" ……

When Jiang Ruonan finally finished writing the letter and looked up, he saw such a happy scene.

Tsk, it is really the nature of father and son, look at how well-behaved a few dolls are in front of Lu Zhenjun, Jiang Ruonan looked at it quietly for a while, and the slightly sour mood turned into leisurely and satisfied.

Well, sure enough, the reminder must be reminded, she likes the life she has now, and she doesn't want any strange strangers to step in.

Thinking of this, she held the letter in her hand tighter and got up: "Lu Zhenjun, I'll go out." She waved the letter in her hand.

Lu Zhenjun nodded, looked at the time again, and couldn't help frowning, she wrote a letter for almost an hour, and she was still frowning at this time, could it be that she still hadn't thought about what to do?

Thinking about it like this, Lu Zhenjun still couldn't sit still.