"Hurry up and put it inside."

Lin Xiuqing directly took the bamboo tube from his hand and handed it to Ye Xiaoxi, "We will play again later. You can supervise your father's writing of the calligraphy."

Ye Chenghu was about to watch the protest, but when he heard this, he turned to look at her in disbelief.

"Why supervise my father's writing of copybooks?"

"Your father also has to practice calligraphy with you. You practice together and you supervise him."

"What? Did my dad take the wrong medicine? Or was he too full?"

Ye Yaodong stood at the door of the room, knocked on the door, and reminded him, "Be careful that trouble comes from your mouth."

"Dad, why do you still write a copybook when you can't think about it?"

"Your father and I are going to the party school in two days. My quality will be very high in the future. Of course, I won't be able to write even a few words."

"That's great, I'll share the pain, but I want to see my cricket first..."

Ye Chenghu struggled and threw himself forward, but Lin Xiuqing was still holding on to his clothes.

Ye Xiaoxi put the caught crickets into the bamboo tube and looked at them curiously while holding the bamboo tube.

"First supervise your father to finish writing, and then you have to complete your own tasks before you can play. Sit down and sit down."

Lin Xiuqing pushed him down by the table, took out the copybook to the father and son, and placed it on the table.

Then he knocked on the table and motioned for Ye Yaodong to come and sit down.

"Write it. If you haven't finished it, let alone play, you won't be able to eat."

Ye Yaodong felt that he had shot himself in the foot. If he had known that he would not talk about practicing calligraphy yesterday, he could just write it whenever he remembered.

Seeing that his own father was treated the same as himself, Ye Chenghu felt more mentally balanced. At least he had company, and he was not in jail alone.

"Dad, please write quickly, don't take your time."

Ye Yaodong glanced at his bold son, then looked at the pencil on the table, picked it up and turned it around in his hand. Ye Chenghu's eyes widened and he became more interested.

"Dad, how are you doing? Teach me, teach me..."

Ye Yaodong put down the pencil again, ignored him, and looked at Lin Xiuqing, "Bring me a pen, I want to practice pen calligraphy."

"Then you still have to suck the ink."

"Take it out and I'll do it."

Lin Xiuqing happened to go into the room, get him a pen and ink, and then left him alone. She also wanted to cook.

Ye Chenghu watched with interest as he sucked ink into the hose of the pen. Although it was not the first time, he could do anything as long as he was not asked to write.

Ye Yaodong has several pens, which were all awarded by the village committee or the county and city in the past two years, but they have never been used, but now they are put to use.

When he goes to the party school in two days, he will have to take it with him, and then imitate others and pin the pen to his jacket pocket.

As he said this, after he sucked up the ink and wiped it clean, he put it on his pocket, tried it on, and glanced down, feeling that he was a bit like an intellectual.

"Do you feel that your father has suddenly become a cultural figure?"

Ye Chenghu shook his head honestly, "No! All educated intellectuals wear glasses, but you don't wear glasses."

"That's called a four-eyed frog."

"ah?"

Ye Yaodong tapped his index finger on the table and said, "Write yours."

"Then our teacher is also a four-eyed frog..."

Lin Xiuqing reprimanded: "You can't talk nonsense. Your father is good at teaching you all day long. He teaches you this. Hurry up and write, don't procrastinate. Ye Xiaojiu, supervise them both. If anyone doesn't stop writing, hurry up."

one time."

"Okay, okay, write quickly..."

Ye Yaodong glanced down at the little girl beside him with her hands on her hips and an angry look on her face, and said with a smile: "Dad, do you want me to draw a watch for you?"

"Okay, okay..."

Lin Xiuqing was helpless. She had just agreed, but why did she betray her all of a sudden? It was so easy to deceive.

She could only knock the table twice with her whip to signal them to write quickly.

Originally there was only one person to supervise, but why did it seem like he had given birth to another son?

Watching Ye Chenghu quietly take the bamboo tube containing the crickets to her side, she took it away and put it on the stove.

"You two are asked to supervise each other. Look, you two shouldn't eat at night."

"Dad, please hurry up and write, don't delay, look at you, you haven't even scratched a few words for a long time." Ye Chenghuhu shouted in a fake tone, and when he saw the glare in his face, he quickly picked up the pen and wrote quickly.

Ye Xiaoxi saw the whip Lin Xiuqing put on the table, stood up on tiptoes and held it in his hand, then kept slapping Ye Yaodong on the back, scolding her in a sweet voice, "Hurry up and write, don't be lazy."

"See what you can do."

Ye Yaodong felt the tickling movements on his back, and picked up the pen and started writing stroke by stroke. Since he said he wanted to practice, he had better practice seriously, it will always be useful.

Ye Chenghu lowered his head to write two words, stretched his neck to see the progress of his father's writing, and then quickly turned back to write his own.

I kept repeating it, stretching my neck here and there, and was very busy.

Ye Xiaoxi held a whip and pretended to be a tiger, patting one on the back and another on the back, until both of them finished writing and put down the pen.

She was so frightened that she quickly threw away the whip and ran out, fearing that the two of them would take revenge.

Ye Yaodong smiled as he watched her run away, and mocked: "I thought you were so capable, you're a coward."

Ye Chenghu also quickly threw away his pen, "I've finished writing, my cricket..."

"You still have homework assigned by the teacher, continue writing."

"I won't go to school tomorrow on Sunday. I will..."

"Don't give me tomorrow, write it now."

Ye Chenghu dared to be angry but dared not speak. He glanced at Lin Xiuqing with his small eyes, holding a pencil in his hand and poking at the copybook word by word.

Ye Yaodong sat next to him, deliberately turning his pencil to attract his attention.

"Mom, my father has been influencing me with his writings!"

Ye Yaodong received Lin Xiuqing's look and immediately stood up, "I'm going to see the child."

Lin Xiuqing feels that her daily workload has increased for nothing, and she has raised an additional son who is almost 30 years old.

Ye Yaodong worked with Zhuang Ding at home to clear the land for two days before plowing all the soil slopes behind the house and planting seeds.

Early on Monday morning, he dressed up like a dog, put on a Chinese tunic suit, deliberately put a pen in his breast pocket, and had an extra briefcase in his hand, which he didn't know where it came from.

Lin Xiuqing watched him tinkering with himself all morning, then dug out a flat folder and filled it with letter paper, a private seal, and a writing pad.

"What are you doing?"

"The equipment must be matching and complete."

He zipped up the zipper, tucked the briefcase under his arm, straightened his body, raised his head, raised his chest, and raised his chin.

"How about it?"

Lin Xiuqing chuckled, "It's quite similar, Cadre Ye."

"Please call me President Ye."

"Okay, Officer Ye."

Ye Yaodong took his briefcase and tapped her on the head, "I'll take care of you when I get back from get off work."

"Remember to ride a motorcycle, otherwise you won't be able to dress properly."

"It's not good to be too high-profile, just ride a bicycle."

Ye Yaodong opened the door cheerfully.

The old lady said in surprise in the main room: "Oh, Dongzi, you are dressed like the cadres who came here before."

"Ha ha."

"Better looking than them."

"Haha, I went to work."

"People's party schools are held in the evening, why do you go to the daytime school?"

"I don't know. Maybe you asked me to report for duty today?"

"Then you go and come back quickly."

Ye Yaodong happily put his briefcase into the basket in front of his bicycle, then rode out.

His hair was already combed back in a slicked back, but the wind blowing along the way made his hair even stronger.

Today, I basically informed him to report to the party school, submit a one-inch photo of himself, and send him the class schedule for the next classes, so that he can come and attend classes according to the class schedule.

So it didn't take long for him to come back again, and then go to the unified class in the evening.
To be continued...