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As soon as Han Lu opened the door of Wei Ruiyuan, she heard the sound of children reading.
Since Han Lu promised Zhao An¡¯s friends to come over to practice calligraphy, Zhao An, Shen Qing and Shen Che took turns teaching them.
"Oh, madam, look at this!" Nanny Xue pointed to the small study room, "Studying is a precious thing. How can anyone come to study? Our three children have made a lot of friends."
Han Lu understands Grandma Xue¡¯s thoughts. Not to mention in this era, even in modern times, few parents are willing to let their children teach other children to do homework, which wastes their own time.
But in fact, this approach is wrong.
The best way to learn is to tell others the knowledge you have learned concisely and directly in your own language, so that it will be remembered more firmly. This is also called the Feynman learning method.
"Nanny Xue, don't worry. If they come to teach others, it will only make them learn better." Han Lu said with a smile, "This matter is settled like this, don't mention it again!"
Han Lu didn¡¯t want to spend too much time and effort on some trivial matters in life, so she smiled at Nanny Xue, then went back to the house and lay down on the couch.
Mother Xue looked back and shook her head dissatisfied: "How can you learn better by teaching others? You are really ignorant from a small family. Forget it, it is your child anyway, I am too lazy to take care of it."
"Mommy, what did you say?" Shen Ge's voice suddenly appeared from behind, startling Nanny Xue.
"Noit's nothing, Grandma is talking to herself." Grandma Xue patted her face. As expected, she couldn't speak ill of others behind their backs.
At this time, Yuan Lanqing suddenly opened the door of the west wing and walked out.
"Aunt Qing!" Shen Ge happily ran towards Yuan Lanqing and held her hand.
Yuan Lanqing had no expression on her face, but she did not resist Shen Ge's approach.
In other words, Shen Ge is the person closest to Yuan Lanqing in Wei Ruiyuan.
Although she left the west wing, Yuan Lanqing didn't do anything. She just sat blankly on the stone bench, so Shen Ge brought out some more red ropes and asked Yuan Lanqing to accompany her to turn the flower ropes.
Although his movements were a little slow, Yuan Lanqing still stretched out his hand.
Han Lu in the room couldn't help but chuckle when she saw the scene outside. No one in this family was Yuan Lanqing's relative, but the emotions between people come from getting along.
Apart from anything else, so many children, although each has his or her own personality, are all equally kind and kind. They are kinder to her than Yuan Lanqing's blood relatives, and I believe they can better alleviate her psychological problems.
Therefore, Han Lu is not in a hurry for Yuan Lanqing, and he is not in a hurry.
Since Liu Peiqing¡¯s matter couldn¡¯t be figured out anyway, Han Lu simply stood up and walked out, sitting on the stone bench and watching Yuan Lanqing and Shen Ge turn over the flower rope.
For a while, the only sounds in the yard were the children reading and Shen Ge mumbling while turning the flower rope. Han Lu felt that this was the quiet time.
But she couldn't help but think of the missing Liu Peiqing again, and she sighed involuntarily.
Yuan Lanqing, who was originally turning over the flower rope, raised his head and glanced at her when he heard Han Lu sigh.
This glance made Han Lu more confident in curing Yuan Lanqing.
Being able to detect abnormalities in other people¡¯s emotions means that her own emotions are no longer as insensitive as before.
After thinking about it, Han Lu took a pen and paper from the house and drew a picture of Yuan Lanqing and Shen Ge turning over the flower rope. She couldn't draw pictures with particularly artistic value, but this kind of daily warm little cartoon was still okay.
While I was just painting, I heard Shen Ge say in surprise: "Mom, this is me, this is Aunt Qing!"
Han Lu glanced at Yuan Lanqing and saw that she was also staring at the painting, and her smile became even stronger.
"Ge'er likes paintings like this. Mom will paint for you every day from now on." Han Lu smiled and touched Shen Ge's fleshy little face.
After raising it for half a year, the little girl¡¯s chubby little face feels great.
"Okay, okay, from now on, mommy will paint and sing every day." Shen Ge couldn't help but be happy.
Han Lu couldn¡¯t help but her eyes lit up. Yes, Shen Ge is three years old. In modern times, she is already at kindergarten age. Can she draw some story books or something like that?
But, I am too busy.
"Lan Qing, can you help me draw some words for Ge'er?" Han Lu tried to ask Yuan Lanqing.
Shen Qing and Shen Che can also teach Shen Ge, but Shen Ge is still young after all, and Han Lu can't bear to let her practice calligraphy so seriously.
Yuan Lan?Looking at Han Lu, he frowned slightly, obviously not understanding what she meant.
"I'll draw it for you."
Han Lu picked up the pen and first drew a bird using a simple drawing technique, then wrote the word "bird" next to it, and then told Shen Ge: "This word means bird!"
Shen Ge looked at the paper in Han Lu's hand with bright eyes: "This is bird, this is the word bird!"
Han Lu praised Shen Ge and said to Yuan Lanqing, "That's it!"
Yuan Lanqing also picked up the paintings and calligraphy painted by Han Lu, looked at them for a long time, and then said two words: "It's so ugly!"
Han Lu suddenly blushed, it was so heartbreaking, and before she could recover herself, there was a "thump" behind her.
Turning around, Han Lu looked at Shen Liang with a cold face: "Is it funny?"
Shen Liang immediately said with a serious face: "It's not funny!" But the corners of his mouth twitched twice more.
Looking at the sky, Han Lu knew that Shen Si and Shen Liang were here for dinner, and immediately glanced behind them: "Is there another person?"
Shen Si, who was frowning at Han Lu's ugly words, frowned: "Do you care about him?"
Han Lu almost laughed angrily: "Is he better-looking than others? Do I care about him?"
Shen Liang immediately smoothed things over: "Ms. Han is asking about Shen Xing, right? He is an old man and can support himself."
At this time, Huaiyang walked in from outside the hospital: "Are you a child? You can't feed yourself? Why do you always come to our place to eat?"
Shen Liang stood next to Mr. Shen: "I came here with the young master."
Although he was Hanlu¡¯s man, Huaiyang still only had a low eyebrow towards Shen Si. Not to mention asking if Shen Si was a child, he even regretted what he said just now. He should have gone behind his master¡¯s back.
Han Lu glanced at Shen Si sitting down and picked up her pen again. She immediately wanted to run away to avoid being tortured again later.
But this is my home, where can I go?
Sure enough, after a while, Shen Si¡¯s subtle bird painting and the word ¡°bird¡± appeared, which compared to Han Lu¡¯s painting was even worse than a scumbag.
¡°Wow, godfather¡¯s bird is so cute.¡± Stars appeared in Shen Ge¡¯s little eyes.
Godfather¡¯s bird? The corners of Han Lu's mouth couldn't help but twitch. Why did these words sound so inconsistent? Uh, maybe my thoughts are too dirty.
"Si Chen glanced at Shen Ge, quickly drew another flower, and wrote the word "Ȭ" next to it.
Yuan Lanqing, who had been silent all this time, suddenly looked at Han Lu: "It's better than your painting."
Han Lu glanced at Yuan Lanqing resentfully, didn't she like talking? (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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