But now is not the time to imagine an inexplicable senior brother.

Zhao Xiaoyun turned to the bamboo slip, his eyes widened, and he gave up recognizing what words he recognized for a while, and turned to study the font.

"This is.,What font?,It's pretty good.,I just don't recognize it all,"

"Ha-" Zhao Xiaoyun yawned sleepily, tears flooded with tears, she wanted to sleep again,

"Squeak—"

The door was suddenly pushed open from the outside,

It's Zhao An!

It turned out that after Zhao An returned to the room, he wanted to read a book for a while before going to bed, but Mo Mo didn't want to let him sleep like this at all, and pushed him to come over to see Zhao Xiaoyun, lest Zhao Xiaoyun really be obedient and not sleep all night.

Zhao An, who was also distressed about his daughter, came over like this, and at this time it was just past the time of his son.

But as soon as I came in, I saw Zhao Xiaoyun holding his head with his right hand, and his left hand pointing at the bamboo slips up and down, muttering about studying the font, and there was a place on the bamboo slips that was shining, like water stains.

Zhao An'an's heart for his daughter's heart disappeared in an instant, and his already serious face was more like the weather before the rainstorm at this time, gloomy and terrible.

"Dad, I-" Zhao Xiaoyun panicked when he saw his father like this, but he couldn't help yawning, and he held back his sleepy tears.

"That's how you studied the art of war?" Zhao An's voice changed, although he was stern before, he was not as warm as this.

Zhao Xiaoyun didn't know how to put her hand, she was just a child who knew that she was wrong, she lowered her head, didn't explain, but was silently aggrieved, she couldn't read the words.

Zhao An didn't know what Zhao Xiaoyun meant, thinking that she was acquiescing, and hated that iron could not become steel, and reprimanded, "The treasures summed up by the predecessors, but you treat them like this, it's really insulting to the ancestors, you, if you don't copy it a hundred times, reflect and reflect, don't come up with this study!" ”

"Daddy!" Zhao Xiaoyun was frightened, this bamboo slip is heavy, a hundred times, she really can't copy it? !

"What else is there to explain, insulting the ancestors and having the face to refute! How can I, Zhao An, have a daughter like you! Zhao An was so angry that he even wanted to slap the table and release his anger.

Zhao Xiaoyun's mouth opened, she didn't know what to say, but seeing that her father was so angry, she could only swallow her rebuttal for the time being, her father and mother in this life were her everything, no matter how she was, she would never be angry! So she obediently bowed her head and admitted her mistake,

"Dad, my daughter is wrong, I will definitely reflect on it tonight."

Zhao An saw her admit her mistake, remembered that she had said that she was illiterate before, and felt guilty in her heart, but the majesty of being a father still wanted, so she could only close the door and leave.

"Hey—"

Zhao Xiaoyun looked at the closed door and sighed, "What are you sleeping, it makes my father angry." Forget it, study what words well, and copy the book. ”

Walking to the desk and looking at the inkstone, Zhao Xiaoyun picked up the ink strip and grinded it into the inkstone, grinding it for a while, and found that there was no ink coming out at all.

"How to use the inkstone, God, you're playing with me." Zhao Xiaoyun couldn't help but complain, if she traveled when she was a child, she couldn't use things, didn't know words, and didn't know knowledge, it would be normal, but now she is an older idiot, what can she do.

"Squeak—"

The door was opened again,

Zhao Xiaoyun stood up with a "brush", and quickly hid the ink strip in his hand behind him.

"Yun'er,"

Mo Mo's soft voice sounded, and Zhao Xiaoyun's heart also let go back, as long as it wasn't Zhao An, thinking about it, he put the ink strip on the table, walked to his mother, and hugged it gently,

"Yun'er, don't blame your father, he just attaches more importance to the art of war, so he gets angry," Mo Mo patted Zhao Xiaoyun on the back and helped Zhao An explain, lest his daughter hate Zhao An's unkindness.

Zhao Xiaoyun shook his head, "Mother, Yun'er doesn't blame Daddy, it's Yun'er's fault, Daddy took out the bamboo slip for me to see, but I fell asleep, and, also-" Thinking of the water stains, he blushed and couldn't go on.

"It's good that you don't blame your father," Mo Mo looked at Zhao Xiaoyun's really lifeless appearance, and he was relieved, and smiled, "Your father said that you can't read, let me teach you." ”

Zhao Xiaoyun was overjoyed, holding his mother's hand, he went to the desk, pointed to the inkstone and said, "Mother, how to use this inkstone, there is no ink after grinding for a long time." ”

Mo Mo looked at the miserable inkstone, and felt sorry for Zhao An for a second, but Zhao Xiaoyun didn't mean it, so she could only clean up the mess, clean up the ink residue in the inkstone, and drop a few drops of water into it, then picked up the ink strip and grinded it slowly, moving gently like treating a treasure.

Zhao Xiaoyun thought about his actions, and felt that he was destroying the inkstone, so he looked at his mother without blinking, learning to grind ink.

After a while, Mo Mo grinded out the ink, picked up the brush, patiently taught Zhao Xiaoyun to hold the pen, and then taught her to write word by word, telling her what to read and what it means.

After teaching her five hundred words by hand, Zhao Xiaoyun's eyelids couldn't be raised, and the brush in his hand didn't have the strength to pick it up, and his head sank on the words he had just written, and his fair face turned black in an instant.

Mo Mo smiled and touched Zhao Xiaoyun's supple hair, "Hard work, Yun'er." ”

"Mother, Yun'er is not hard." Zhao Xiaoyun replied in a low voice,

Mo Mo's hand paused, looked over, and found that Zhao Xiaoyun just subconsciously replied to her words, and felt even more sorry for her at the moment, so sensible.

looked at the messy study, thinking about letting Zhao An clean up by herself, and then hugged Zhao Xiaoyun and went back to her own room.

Zhao Xiaoyun, who was sleeping, didn't know anything, so when he woke up, he looked at himself sleeping on the bed in a medium coat, and thought that last night was a dream.

And Mo Mo, who finally helped Zhao Xiaoyun wash up, returned to the bedroom, looked at Zhao An, who was sitting and waiting for her, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Yun'er is sensible and won't blame you, but you also restrain your temper, don't get angry when you see that you don't respect the art of war." ”

Zhao An stiffened his neck and said forcefully, "This is disrespectful to the ancestors, it is a great disrespect, and my Zhao family must not be like this." ”

"Okay, then you go ahead and reprimand Yun'er," Mo Mo took off his coat, pointed to the door, and asked Zhao An to go out to find Zhao Xiaoyun.

Zhao An was speechless for a while, "It's too late, let's talk about it tomorrow, Madame has worked hard tonight, let's rest early,"

Mo Mo looked at the time and found that it was already more than half of the ugly time, and when he began to feel sorry for Zhao Anmao again, he was about to get up to practice martial arts, no longer talking about Yun'er, and said softly, "You should rest earlier, and you still have to practice martial arts." ”

"Okay." Zhao An's eyebrows and eyes were full of softness towards his wife.

The lights went out and the night was calm.