Chapter 68: A Letter from Home (II)

"This is me, and the one on the left is you." The little fat finger on the right and right points to the painting, gently, as if it is afraid of being damaged.

"The two of us look so alike, how do you know this is you and that is me?" Zuo Zuo frowned and picked thorns.

"Because this one is standing on the right, of course it's me. This one stands on the left, and it's naturally you. Father...... Father ......" glanced at Shi Zhongyu on the right and right, and immediately changed his words, "His Royal Highness King Yu must mean this, otherwise how can we divide each other?" ”

"Do we still need to divide each other?" Left left asked rhetorically.

Right Right thought seriously for a while, and nodded solemnly, "Yes, we are brothers." My mother said that when we were in her belly, we were together, and we would never fight for the rest of our lives. Therefore, there is no need to divide each other. After saying that, the two children looked at each other and smiled as if their eyebrows were blooming.

Shi Zhongyu saw it in his eyes, warmed his heart, and was pleased with the friendship and affection between their brothers, and only smiled, "Okay, you two take the family letter and study it slowly." Speaking of which...... Ahem, His Royal Highness King Yu's painting is Danqing Mobao, and it can be sold for a lot of money when it is outside. Therefore, you must take good care of it, and you must not litter it everywhere. But in the end, my mother wants to keep it. ”

"Of course." Zuo Zuo nodded solemnly, "The family letter is worth 10,000 dollars, we will treasure it well,"

"Good guys." Shi Zhongyu touched the heads of the two children, "When you are fine, you can also borrow the painting of His Royal Highness King Yu to copy it." However, the last one, my mother wants to keep it. ”

"Why? There's us up there. "Right right rush road.

"It's a family of four." Left left whispered reminder.

"It's because of you that my mother wants it." Shi Zhongyu said, "You guys run around crazy every day, and you don't have a home when you're having fun." What does my mother want you to do? Just look at your portraits. What, reluctantly? ”

"What does my mother want, as long as our brother has it, which one will be reluctant?" The little one on the right patted his chest like a child.

In fact, they heard Shi Zhongyu say this, and at the same time thought that the mother did this because she loved them too much, usually when they were not at home, the mother thought that they could not see it, and it was also pitiful, so they were happy and generously threw the last portrait to Shi Zhongyu. Then, holding hands, the two went back to their own yard to study their father's painting and writer's book. Later, I heard that they didn't sleep all night, even if the lights were forced to be turned off, the two chatted excitedly until the sky was bright.

It seems that the father is really the most important existence for the son. This reminded Shi Zhongyu of a girl in his life. Last time, she fought in the cave for five days without results, and now Murong Ke is still passing the three levels, how sooner or later will she be able to give birth to an intimate little padded jacket.

As for why she had to take the last picture, it was really not because she missed Murong Ke, or because she wanted to see his sons, who were very godly with just a few strokes. It was because of her sharp eyes that the man looking up at the starry sky, that is, the book held by Murong Ke himself, had a very small pattern on it, as well as the logo of Xishan Hall. The combination of these details says one thing: he is holding the spring picture book. He was hinting that he wanted to talk to her.

The god of war in the world, is there anyone as unserious as him? There's a war ahead, he's thinking about that kind of thing. And he is so idle, it seems that this war to counter the rebellion and defend the country is really not a difficult thing for him. Victory, she doesn't have to worry. She was worried about the left-left and right-right who loved their father's drawing book so much, and if she found out the clues of that book, where would her face go? What if my child learns badly? Don't underestimate children's observation and intelligence.

It's so damning! If Murong Ke was in front of him now, she couldn't wait to bite him a few times. But he was not there, so at night, she could only sleep with one of his clothes in her arms. In the dream, tears of longing also fell. It's just that she won't admit it to herself.

The next morning, after breakfast, she heard that Zuo Zuo and Zuo had gone to the study, and she followed curiously. These two boys are better at martial arts than good writing, they are enlightened at the age of three, and now they are more than six years old, and their writing is still crooked like a dog. I want her handwriting, but my father has supervised the practice since childhood.

While other children were watching TV, she was writing. When other children go to the garden or the pool, she writes. While other children were jumping upstairs and playing tricks, she was writing......

I was very unhappy at the time, but I didn't dare to be angry with my father, so I obeyed. Now that I think about it, if it weren't for her good words, she would have traveled to the Great Yan Dynasty, maybe she wouldn't have so much good luck. Therefore, it is good for the future for parents to be appropriately strict with their children. And the huge Yuwang Mansion, there are a lot of miscellaneous things every day, and she is very impatient, so Father-in-law Xia and the little monkey all help her deal with it, so in fact, she is very idle, so it is better to put the training on the left and right on the agenda.

Thinking so, he has already stepped into the door of the study. When I entered, I saw Zuo Zuo and Zuo Zuo moving a big chair, climbing on the chair and climbing onto the desk. The two teenage girls who were newly matched to them were helping them study ink. The two laid out the paper, and then the little brows furrowed, the small shelf was held, the small hand held the small pen, thought about it, and put down the pen seriously.

Huh? Do you practice calligraphy on your own initiative? The jade in the stone is secretly happy. But when I walked over to take a look, I found that the two little ones were drawing.

"What is this?" Shi Zhongyu asked.

"To my father......"

"Give ...... to Daddy"

"Huh?" The eye wave of the jade in the stone slanted over.

Left, right, and right hurriedly changed their words, and said in unison, "Reply to His Royal Highness King Yu." ”

"Reply?" I have heard of writing from the battlefield to report safety, but in ancient China, I really have never heard of writing letters to the battlefield.

"I've talked to my father-in-law about the little monkey." Zuo Zuo Zhengse, "Father...... The soldier sent by His Royal Highness King Yu to deliver the letter was waiting in the outer courtyard. Yesterday I had a good day of food and sleep, and this morning I went to the military department to run errands, and I left at noon, so we have to write it before then. ”

"If you write a family letter, you can write it well, why do you want to draw it?" Shi Zhongyu wondered.

Murong Ke has a strange disease, but he is not illiterate, he just can't write.

"Daddy...... His Royal Highness King Yu used paintings, and we naturally want to use paintings. Didn't my mother say that she wanted to exchange gifts? "Right right road.

At home, they don't call Shi Zhongyu's mother, because Shi Zhongyu doesn't like it and thinks it's raw, so they use the official name to the outside world.

"And what are you going to draw?" Shi Zhongyu was curious.

The two babies didn't speak, with a look of indispensability. At this moment, there was a chattering look in his expression that was long in virtue.

Seeing this, Shi Zhongyu didn't say much, and simply leaned to the side of Maitreya, and found a book to flip through casually. Occasionally, peek at the children. I saw that these two little guys drew one after another seriously and excitedly, and finally their hands, faces, heads, and clothes were all stained with ink, and it took a lot of paper to finish.

When the paper was dry, the two children showed the painting to Shi Zhongyu like a treasure. It turns out that the painting is all about daily life. What did the two eat, what fun things they did, what new clothes they made, which servant made something ugly, what fun and useful things they bought on the street, went to the military department to wait for news, went to the teahouse to listen to books, because they were the sons of King Yu, because King Yu defended the country, so they were treated as guests at a young age, and so on......

There are more than a dozen sheets in the back, describing how they led their cousins and cousins and the children of the servants in the palace to divide into two teams to simulate a war, how the two arranged their troops, and how they attacked and defended with the help of the terrain of the garden.

Seeing it in his eyes, Shi Zhongyu couldn't help but be proud. Left left and right are exceptionally smart, not only learning faster than ordinary children, but also physically stronger and more powerful than ordinary children, the art of war that Murong Ke taught them can still be learned and used, although it is just a child playing at home and playing the game of war, but he is still a good look, and he advances and retreats to a certain extent, and he is only six years old, so he has the demeanor of a soldier.

Murong Ke would be very happy to see this. After all, he has someone to follow. As a parent, seeing that the child is his own inheritance, the sense of happiness is indescribable.

In this regard, she only has two feelings: First, as a mother, even if the children are war geniuses, they would rather waste their talents in this life than have wars. Two, her daughter! When are you coming? In that case, she will also have a inheritance and cultivate a good daughter who is eccentric, writes well, and draws well! Don't be now, you can't be jealous of Murong Ke, who is thousands of miles away.

"What's this?" Holding the last painting, Shi Zhongyu was stunned.

The painting shows a woman. Be...... Woman, right?

The two kids are very, very, super, really rotten. The drawings of daily life and simulated battles in front of me are a bit like four-panel comics in the style of stick figures, and they don't draw the face and clothes in detail anyway, and the whole is like a thin bamboo stick stuck in a potato, with limbs hanging out next to it. Although the style is childish and crude, it is full of childlike fun.

But in the last one, the two children clearly wanted to describe it in detail, so they put their efforts into it, but it turned out to be a mess. The head of the person in the painting is pitch black, about long hair, combed in a bun, and a few thin lines in the vertical and horizontal directions, which should be hairpin rings. Judging by the clothes she was wearing, she was supposed to be a woman. After all. Men don't wear skirts.

The facial features, the nose is two holes, the mouth is so small that there is only one point, the two ears are drawn big, I don't know and think it's the second senior brother of Bajie, the two eyes are as big as E, and there is a string of small circles under the eyes. At first glance, I thought it was the dog mother who gave birth to seven or eight children when she was in the palace.

"This one is a mother." Zuo Zuo said very formally and sincerely.

"Are you sure?" Shi Zhongyu was startled.

"That's pretty definite." Right right testify.

Shi Zhongyu wants to die.

In the eyes of her two sons, is she ugly like this? Although the real relationship is not won by appearance, but it is so ugly that people and gods are angry, how could Murong Ke look down on her in the first place!

"Somehow, I wanted to draw my mother's expression, but I couldn't capture it." Zuozuo's tone was like a Danqing holy hand. But to be honest, Shi Zhongyu has basically despaired of his calligraphy and painting talent.

"That's how I look in your minds?" Shi Zhongyu wanted to cry without tears.

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……………… 66 Have something to say...............

Left, right, right, cute, right? It feels very tender to write about the feelings when they love their mother deeply, but they can't draw it. Ke Ke wanted to say something, but he couldn't write it, so he could only use paintings, and his mood must be the same.

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