Qiao Lanyi was carrying a exquisite fruit tray to her son's playroom when she was just informed by the nanny that several children were in the old gentleman's study.
Qiao Lanyi: ??
What's the situation? Usually her son was the last person who wanted to go near Grandpa's study, how did he bring his buddies to surrender today?
With this doubt in mind, she gently and quietly pushed open the half-closed study door.
When she saw the scene of the children's grandpa standing behind her son supervising him, she understood instantly.
The little guy was holding a writing brush, stroke by stroke completing his calligraphy homework.
His little face was wrinkled like a steamed bun, and the scribbles on the paper were like crooked earthworms, which made his dad's eyebrows furrow even deeper.
To be honest, at that moment her sympathy for her son had reached the extreme.
At the same time, she also silently condemned her father in her heart. Her son's good friends came to their house as guests, yet they couldn't even rest?
It's too much, too harsh!
Thinking this, Qiao Lanyi shook her head while deftly—gently closed the room door again.
"After I go downstairs, you can bring the fruit tray in."
The woman with exquisite makeup said lightly as she handed the fruit tray to the family's auntie.
I'm sorry, son. Your grandpa assigned you a feedback after watching, but mom didn't complete it either, so I won't send you to the guillotine. Keep working hard.
"Yes, madam." The nanny barely suppressed the smile at the corner of her mouth and said in a low voice.
In the study.
Fang Zhiyuan was concentrating on holding the writing brush to write crooked radicals on the xuan paper.
Although the character shapes were poor, but his brush holding posture and the gestures of starting and stopping writing, it was not difficult to see that he had some calligraphy skills.
Not until he had written another page did Fang Zhiyuan finally slowly exhale, and only then did he have time to pay attention to Jiang Zhi on the other side.
I saw the previously spirited Rubik's Cube genius, at this time was practicing words with a bitter and hateful look on his face.
And Jiang Grandpa was standing by Jiang Zhi's side with his hands behind his back, and would correct him in a timely manner whenever he noticed his posture was wrong.
In fact, Jiang Honglin was instructing the three children together at the beginning, but as he taught, he realized something was wrong.
Goodness, among the three children, his own grandson was actually the worst?
Fang Zhiyuan was a few months older than his grandson, plus the Fang family had high hopes for this eldest grandson, so his good calligraphy foundation was understandable.
But when he saw his well-behaved disciple was able to scribble complete characters messily, the old man couldn't sit still.
It wasn't that he looked down on his well-behaved disciple, but everyone in this community...
Oh no, it should be said that everyone in the entire circle knew how much the Ji and Ling families doted on this only daughter.
It was said that the couple were reluctant to let the child take extra classes, and the few compulsory classes she took were all requested by the child herself, such as—Tai Chi.
But the child who was so tenderly raised was able to reach this level now.
On the other hand, his own grandson, with his university retired professor personally giving calligraphy enlightenment lessons, was actually the bottom of the class?
This wouldn't do.
Unknowingly, the layout in the study changed from one watching three, to two groups of one-on-one.
Why was it two groups of one-on-one?
Naturally, it was because—Ji Ruochu was too efficient!
The little girl scribbled away, completed the task in a flash, and then enthusiastically volunteered to be the assistant for her Shifu to supervise Fang Zhiyuan's practice progress.
Thinking of this, Fang Zhiyuan couldn't help taking another look at Grandpa Jiang.
Then he looked again at the similarly hand-behind-back Ruochu sister standing next to him keeping an eye on him, and he felt very complicated for a moment.
He finally understood why he had seen his grandpa's shadow in Ruochu sister before.
"Shifu, Zhiyuan brother has finished practicing too!" After carefully checking it, Ji Ruochu immediately reported to Jiang Honglin.
"Alright, then you guys can take a break first."
Just as he was speaking, the nanny happened to come in with the fruit tray, so he said, "Eat some fruit while you're at it."
At this point, Jiang Zhi's original plan to play with his buddies had successfully turned into Ji Ruochu and Fang Zhiyuan eating, drinking and playing at their house.
And what about himself? He could only painfully be watched by Grandpa to complete today's homework.
Just thinking about it made him feel bad.
What was even more unbearable was that his grandpa didn't even bother to watch him afterwards, and instead went to join the two buddies' game.
At that moment, poor little Jiang Zhi wished he could really shout out loud: Grandpa, don't you really have your own friends?
Fortunately, his two buddies still remembered him in their play.
Even while playing, they would come over from time to time with the fruit tray to encourage him and tell him to keep it up.
It would be better if...Ruochu sister's peach nibbling sounds weren't so crisp.
...
"Grandpa, I'm done." The finally completed Jiang ·Little Poor· Zhi said timidly.
"Hmm? That fast?" Jiang Honglin who was feeding his well-behaved disciple was stunned, and then quite regretfully said, "Alright, since you've finished then go play."
The next second, Jiang Zhi's face erupted with amazing joy, and then immediately promised his grandpa:
"Grandpa, don't worry, from now on I will take the initiative to complete the tasks in advance, and then go play."
Jiang Grandpa: ...You don't really have to be so self-disciplined.
Unfortunately, Jiang Zhi who was completely unaware of his grandpa's thoughts had already happily pulled his sister to run to the playroom again.
Ji Ruochu, who had just relaxed for a while: ...Despair.
It wasn't until dusk that Ji Ruochu and Fang Zhiyuan left the Jiang's house.
In between, the Jiang grandfather and grandson strongly urged the two to stay and eat dinner together.
If it wasn't for the anxious Ji Mochen coming to pick up his daughter, Ji Ruochu might have really found it hard to leave.
I originally thought that the play date would end here, or at least take a break for a few days, but the next morning—
"Ruochu sister, can you invite me to go play at your house?" Jiang Zhi's voice full of expectation came from the other end of the phone.
Ji Ruochu: ...Are you really that bored?!
Under the other side's series of sob stories, and with the consent of Ji Mochen couple, Ji Ruochu finally agreed.
However, the date for this was set for three days later.
"My dad said that we should treat friends well, so I need to prepare a bit. You and Zhiyuan brother come play in three days, okay."
Passing by Ji Mochen: ??? When did he say that?
After hanging up Jiang Zhi's call, Ji Ruochu made the same call to Fang Zhiyuan.
The reason why the relationship between Ji Mochen and Fang Yang was not good was said to be because back when they were in school, Fang Yang and others had always mocked Ji Mochen in a holier-than-thou attitude.
After all, Ji's other two children were perfect "other people's children" in the circle.
And as the ever-compared defective product, Fang Yang's initial malice towards Ji Mochen was extremely high.
But these were adults' matters, and had nothing to do with them little kids.
Moreover, Ji Mochen's impression of Fang Zhiyuan was not bad, so Ji Ruochu naturally had no reason to be biased, and invited both over together.
On this end, the two little ones, thinking that the sister valued the next meeting very much, started preparing gifts to give the sister from this day.
Completely unaware that on the other end, Sister Ruochu let out a big sigh after hanging up the phone.
Next to her, Ling Chujin couldn't help laughing: "Is Ruoruo preparing something to entertain her little buddies? Do you need mom and dad to help?"
Ji Ruochu: ...No need to be so enthusiastic, she was just making an excuse to give herself a few days' break.
If this keeps going, her little adult-minded old arms and legs won't last.
Moreover, knowing Jiang Zhi as she did, she was afraid that the summer life afterwards wouldn't have a moment of peace.
And things developed just as she expected. From this day on, the three little ones began a Russian doll-like pattern of visiting each other.
Go to your house today, his house the day after tomorrow, her house a few days later...
Round and round, not to mention Ji Ruochu, even Fang Yang couldn't take it anymore.
Why? Of course because little Fang Zhiyuan was afraid that his insensitive dad would secretly bully his sister.
Therefore, every time he invited little buddies over, he would have his mom send his dad out.
At first, Wan Rouning could still restrain herself to take her husband out for a date, but after again and again, she was tired too!
It should be known that the Fang family was one she managed, and the company still had a lot of things to deal with.
As a result, it later just directly developed into—as long as her son was entertaining his little friends, she would take her husband to the company to work overtime.
She wore out Fang Yang until he lost several pounds.
Fang Yang: ...Who understands, this prodigal just wants to be a quiet and useless bum!
Nowadays, why is it so hard just to eat soft rice?
