"Brother Axiu!"
His hand rose and was about to slam the brush down in the next instant when the little baby called out with a rush, making Axiu stiff.
He was breathing rapidly, and he turned tyrannical, muddled and helpless eyes at the child.
Liu Yusheng's entire heart felt as if it was being fiercely clutched by an invisible hand, smacked of pain.
She squeezed into the young man's arms, her small hand grasping the wrist of the hand that was holding the brush. She pulled it down, then placed her small hand on the back of the slim, pale hand. "I couldn't write before, and this is how you taught me at first."
Her tiny hand made the effort to propel the young man's hand, dropping the tip of the brush onto the white paper, one stroke at a time, driving him, leaving ink marks on the paper.
"This is the human character." The font was loose, crooked, and shapeless, but the smile that burst out of Liu Yusheng's face was unusually bright. She looked back at the young man, her eyes all happy and excited. "See, isn't it easy? Writing isn't as hard as you think, Brother Axiu, don't be discouraged. You've just temporarily forgotten how. It's not that you can't. Even if you really can't, it's okay. Let's take our time, I'll accompany you."
That character was ugly, almost like a cloud of ink, and it was completely incomparable to the graceful font that the little child next to him had written.
But strangely enough, the mania that permeated Axiu's body slowly diminished and disappeared.
Because of that smile, because of the warmth transmitted from the young, tiny hand that was half the size of the back of his hand.
As Axiu's eyes calmed, he pursed his lips and said, "No, and teach."
"Okay."
The child turned her hand, engrossed with her hands, and taught him how to write across and down a blank piece of paper.
The little person was only a fraction higher than the square table and could only stand, and that was it. He was sitting on the stool, but was still half a head taller than her.
When he wrapped his arms around her, he was enveloping her in his world. He liked it very much. He just felt that she was the world's most precious treasure, who could make him desperate to protect.
"It's not a hair tie, it's Shengshseng." Unbidden, such a soft phrase spilled out of his mouth.
The sound rang in her ears, very light and faint, like an unconscious murmur, and Liu Yusheng happened to hear it clearly.
After a slight startle, the corner of her lips slowly curled up.
Yeah, Brother Axiu was finally able to distinguish that she wasn't the red hair tie he had once hid in his arms.
More and more ink colored the white paper and the handwriting became clearer and clearer. The young man was completely unaware that he was writing more and more smoothly, faster and faster. Even to the end, he didn't look at those papers written by the little child again, but his pen never stopped.
Liu Yusheng was the first to notice. She secretly removed the force of her hand, and remained virtual on the back of the boy's hand, while the pen continued sliding.
The young man gradually indulged in it unawares, until he finished writing a few pages of paper. It was only when he found himself without the small hand on the back of his hand, which transmitted warmth to him, that he suddenly stopped moving, his hand stiffening in mid-air.
Startled, he looked at the child whose head was inclined while she smiled at him.
"Brother Axiu wrote this one, and this one. Aren't you amazing?" The child placed the top two sheets of white paper side by side, tilting them slightly so that the boy could clearly see the writing on the paper.
It was vigorous, possessing natural grace, as she thought it would be.
"I-I wrote it?"
"Yes, you wrote it, and you did it better than me. Haven't said earlier that Brother Axiu is great and powerful?" The child lifted her chin, proud and conceited, as if those words were written by her.
The boy's eyes rounded, incredulous.
Grandma Liu came out to pour the dirty water, just in time to see the scene, and came over in surprise. "Yo, are you two writing? Let me see how you've written."
"Grandmother, Brother Axiu is awesome. He memorized all the parts of the Three Character Classic, I didn't write it! Look, this is Brother Axiu's writing. Doesn't it look beautiful?"
Grandma Liu was illiterate, so she could only compare the writing to the two she has seen, then nodded her head repeatedly. "It's nice; it's nice. It's much better than the writing of your two brothers."
There was no comparison with what Liu Yusheng wrote.
Their Nannan wasn't lacking anywhere. If anyone said anything against Nannan, it was definitely because that person's eyes have problems.
The grandma and the granddaughter proudly bragged about the font for who knew how long, boasting about it on their own turf.
Somehow, Axiu smiled openly.
For some reason, a phrase popped up in his head: Wang Po sells melon. (Meaning every potter praises his pot.)
He was the melon that Wang Po planted.
Today, the bright sun was half hanging in the sky, casting a warm light, not warm, not scorching, but comfortingly mild.
The breeze was slightly brisk, blowing the tassels of the headband on the child's hair bun, sometimes hitting Axiu's face, tickling him a bit.
Axiu didn't hide, put down the brush in his hand, and tilted his head slightly to watch the old woman and the little girl squatting by the square table, pouring frivolous remarks about the white paper, boasting from their first word to the last.
The old woman's cheerful laughter and the child's crisp, tender childish tones wove a warm melody in the farmyard.
Letting someone couldn't stand to disturb.
Qian Wanjin was about to be pissed off.
Every time he came, as soon as Grandma Liu heard the sound of the carriage, she used to come out to greet him before he entered.
But now, he has been standing at the door for a while, yet none of the people in the courtyard noticed his presence.
The feeling of being out of favor increased exponentially. Qian Wanjin's face darkened. "Cough, cough!" He coughed heavily and loudly.
"Oh, Xiao Jinzi is here? Why don't you come in? Why are you standing in the doorway? This kid!" Grandma Liu heard the coughing and finally turned around. "Hurry to the kitchen and drink some water. Look at you coughing, you must have choked on the wind, right?"
Qian Wanjin almost didn't hold up. He almost coughed up his heart out, but he cho-choked on the wind? "Grandma, why don't you say I'm sick!"
The teenager stepped through the door, grieving. He took big strides towards Grandma Liu and sat down next to her.
"Don't talk nonsense. What sick, you're as strong as a calf. You didn't even sneeze in the past few years. Don't I know you yet?" Grandma Liu greeted him with a glance, but her hand stroked his forehead reassuringly.
He wasn't hot, which put her mind at ease.
Little calf Qian Wanjin was annoyed, but couldn't vent it.
He looked up at the little girl. Huh, heartless girl, look at her covering her mouth, laughing at me!
"What are you laughing at, little brat? Get out of there, don't cuddle there! Men and women are different, you know!" He has seen that pose before and hated it. The little girl didn't know how to defend herself against others. Her tofu's been eaten!
Axiu looked at him, his eyes cool. "Shengsheng is six years old, still young."
After a pause: "Grandma said."
Wo-ho, Qian Wanjin laughed in exasperation.. How impressed! The little madman could actually talk properly.
He also knew how to counter him with what Grandma said.
And what did he say? Grandma?
He knew he was insidious!
Even being stupid and dumb didn't change his nature!