Lin Xiaoxiao instantly had a black line, and hurriedly found some excuses, pointing to a villain book that Lin's father bought for her a few days ago and said, "There are words on this one, I don't know it!" ”

Yes, two-year-old children don't even read villain books, let alone read and write?

But Grandma Lin breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that she wanted to see that!

Thinking of this, Grandma Lin took the villain book, put it in front of her nose and read it word by word: "Chicken...... What do you call ......?"

Oh, my God...... You can't read it as well as I read it!

Lin Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes again, she felt that the number of times she looked at people with her white eyeballs seemed to be increasing in the past few days. Grandma Lin would skip over as soon as she saw a word she didn't know, and she read things slowly without speaking, with a strong local accent.

Lin Xiaoxiao regretted it very much at this time, pondered for a while, and decided to wait for Father Lin to come back......

Sure enough, after Dad Lin came home, Lin Xiaoxiao reiterated his wish again, Dad Lin was surprised at first, and then a big smile appeared on his round face.

"Haha, it's really worthy of being my daughter, she knows how to work hard at such a young age!" Dad Lin seemed to be holding Lin Xiaoxiao flying high, and he crossed her ribs and threw it, and Lin Xiaoxiao's little head was dizzy for a while.

It's fun to fly like this, but Dad, you slipped your hand twice just now for Mao?! What if you drop me!

It took a long time for Dad Lin to stop this extremely dangerous humiliation...... Ah, no, it's the trapeze movement.

After the little fart was safely put into bed, Lin Xiaoxiao's tense little face finally relaxed. As soon as he looked up, Dad Lin was excitedly flipping through the paper, books, and pens.

Dad Lin picked up the pen and was about to teach Lin Xiaoxiao how to hold the pen, a head, and saw that Xiaoxiao had already picked up the pen, although the pencil was bigger in the small hand, but the appearance of the board at a glance was standard - no way, this was the board of Lin Dad's last life, Lin Xiaoxiao had already formed a habit, she didn't look good at writing, but there was no problem with the pen

In the not-so-bright white light in the room, Dad Lin took a pencil and drew a horizontal line on a piece of yellowed and rough paper.

"This is 'one', from left ~ to right, draw a horizontal ...... like this" The tone, that tone, made Lin Xiaoxiao very speechless, forget it, anyway, I'm still a child, just be naïve.

Learning from Dad Lin's example, Xiaoxiao also "draws" a horizontal out.

"Huh?" Seeing that the horizontal road drawn by Lin Xiaoxiao was horizontal and vertical, Dad Lin's eyes widened, and he couldn't help muttering, "Huh? I can write so straight the first time! ”

What kind of characters do children who have just learned to write? It's twisted like an earthworm. How did you think that Lin Xiaoxiao, this baby, could write close to it as soon as she wrote it? Although he doesn't write "body" like Dad Lin, he looks like it.

Lin Xiaoxiao was sweating profusely, and suddenly, she found ...... Seems a bit too much.

"Again, again!" Dad Lin said excitedly, originally he wanted to teach Lin Xiaoxiao by hand, but he didn't expect Xiaoxiao to be able to pull out such a piece by himself without his help?!

With the pencil in her hand, she drew another ...... Well, it's a bit slanted, but it's still pretty straight for the whole. Try again...... Well, this time it's a little distorted, but Lin Xiaoxiao is very awkward in her heart.

Dad Lin's heart also twisted and twisted with Lin Xiaoxiao's painting one after another, it seems that the one just now should have been accidentally drawn by her......

Looking at the distorted one, Lin Xiaoxiao knew that although she could pretend to be a child's handwriting, she would not make any progress in this way, and maybe she would write more and more.

In her previous life, her Lin Wild Grass was not something that ordinary people could understand, since she could write, as long as she did a lot of homework, her words would develop in a distorted direction, and there was a tendency to become more and more distorted.

Can ...... now

The little eye turned, and the pen that was originally held in the right hand was replaced by the left hand, and a crooked horizontal line was drawn.

Mmmm, that's good, this time it's like a child wrote it!

Lin Xiaoxiao was satisfied, Dad Lin didn't do it, and hurriedly grabbed Lin Xiaoxiao's right hand from behind, stuffed the pen in his left hand back into his right hand and said: "Take it with your right hand, write it like this, now it's one horizontal, one vertical, this is ten ......"

At the forcible request of Lin's father, Lin Xiaoxiao changed back to her right hand. When Lin Dad was Lin Song, the pen ran back to his left hand......

"With that hand!"

Lin Xiaoxiao looked up, and his two small eyes blinked.

"With your right hand!" The discharge was useless, and Daddy Lin made a face.

Continue to blink and pout.

"With your right hand!" Dad Lin obviously didn't eat this set, and his face became more serious.

Lin Xiaoxiao lowered his head and ...... silently I had to admit it.

Forget it, she can't change to left-handed in this life, right? Let's be honest and be her right-hander......

This time, Lin Xiaoxiao didn't dare to draw so standardly, the horizontal one was still very straight, but it was a little crooked, and the vertical one had to be written as distorted as possible......

That night, Dad Lin first taught her to write for a while, and then pointed to the simple picture book that Lin Huahua bought, and read the words on it to her one by one.

Lin Xiaoxiao had no choice but to follow along one by one, this kind of primary education gave her a headache, but there was no good way to solve this problem.

Just writing a "one" just now, it can arouse Dad Lin's curiosity, if you tell him that the old man knows and reads all the words except for a few lonely characters and traditional Chinese characters, it is estimated that Dad Lin will faint directly.

Thinking about his previous life, although he was not very obedient, he was a "filial daughter" anyway, so he would never do that kind of thing.

After teaching writing and reading for half an hour, Lin's mother came home from work, and Lin's father hurriedly reported the matter of Xiaoxiao learning to write, and Lin's mother's mouth also smiled crookedly - it is really worthy of my daughter! is so sensible, I can have a little fun with those colleagues when I return to the unit tomorrow!

As a parent, the most proud thing is nothing more than to compare whose children are more obedient and whose children are more sensible, and Lin Xiaoxiao after being reborn is undoubtedly very able to satisfy the vanity of Lin's mother.

After the family of four finished dinner, Dad Lin took out the 300 Tang poems with illustrated plates that he had newly bought at home, turned two pages, and turned out one he liked, regardless of whether Lin Xiaoxiao could understand it or not, so he read it.

"Drinking Alone Under the Moon" Author: Li Bai

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date.

Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio.

The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me.

Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring.

I sing and wander, and I dance in a mess.

When you wake up, you have sex together, and when you get drunk, you scatter.

Eternal knot ruthless travel, phase Miao Yunhan.

After reading it once, he didn't explain, so he taught Lin Xiaoxiao to read it word by word.

Lin Xiaoxiao scolded in her stomach while reading it word by word, but she didn't expect Dad Lin to be very inch-inch, and after reading it a few times, he even asked her to memorize it? !

Stammered and memorized this poem, Dad Lin's eyes lit up to teach the next one, and Mother Lin said while wearing a sweater next to him: "What are you doing so fast?" She didn't understand. ”

"Hey, it's fun." Dad Lin turned around and smiled at Mother Lin very irresponsibly.

Gotta become a thing yourself......

Lin Xiaoxiao was angry, and suddenly remembered that he had heard Dad Lin say in his previous life that he was very smart when he was a child, and he memorized the entire 300 capitals of Tang poems (it is estimated that he taught one to memorize one poem, and then the next one will be memorized, and the previous one will be forgotten), which made Dad Lin proud for a long time.

It's just that before she could go to elementary school, she forgot about it all......

Dad Lin's theory is: He was very smart when he was a child, but then he somehow became stupid, and he was always ranked among the bottom dozens when he was in school, and he never came to the top.

At this time, Lin Xiaoxiao knew the reason very well, and now she suddenly remembered this incident, and her heart moved-wouldn't it be good to remember all these things that were careless and forgotten before?

Anyway, this life is a long, long time......

After playing enough games to teach their daughter to memorize poems, Lin's father and Lin's mother also went to bed when it was time to sleep, so they carried Lin Xiaoxiao to the innermost part of the bed, and the family of three turned off the lights and fell asleep.

Lin Xiaoxiao moved to the position where Lin Ma's mother was outside, the old house of the Lin family was very damp, the wall was wet all the year round, when she was a child, she had been sleeping in the innermost, and she also suffered from skin diseases on her legs, until she grew up and slept on the marching bed.

Later, Lin's mother always had pain in her legs when she got older, and it had something to do with the fact that the old house was too damp before.

If you have the ability, you must find a way to move out of the old house in advance, this house is really uncomfortable to live in.

The next day, Lin's father and mother left home from work, Lin Xiaoxiao got up immediately after the two left, and asked Grandma Lin to put the big table in the outer room - she was going to practice writing well.

She does know how to read and write, but her handwriting is really ugly. Especially when she saw the words that Dad Lin wrote to her as an example yesterday, she understood this more deeply. In her last life, she went to vocational high school in high school, and there were two kinds of calligraphy in the curriculum at that time, such as hard pen calligraphy and brush calligraphy, and she could write every word carefully and standard in class.

But once she got out of class and went to other classes, when she was taking notes and writing homework, her words were instantly typed back to the prototype, and when the course stopped, she almost never wrote the standard font again.

Now...... Anyway, she has nothing else to do, and the time to write and play every day is also good.

In order not to attract the attention of others, Lin Xiaoxiao took out a few copies of the stack of newspapers in the innermost part of Grandma Lin's bed, flattened them with a pencil, opened the three hundred Tang poems that Father Lin asked her to memorize yesterday, and then wrote word by word, according to the printed Song font on it.