boyutpedia Chapter 211 Can't they really change their names?
Chapter 211 Can't they really change their names?
An'an, that clever little devil, knows that everyone in the old house dotes on her. She doesn't dare to act up in front of Lu Junxing, but she shows it when she sees the old man and Lu Jing.
The old man spent the whole morning writing with An'an. An'an took a liking to the wolf-hair brush that the old man had bought at auction on his table, and she tugged at him and said sweetly:
"No~, I want this for writing. This pen is so big, my handwriting will definitely be amazing~"
The old man wasn't stingy either; with a wave of his hand, he began teaching the child calligraphy, until An'an got ink all over her face and, greedily, almost tasted it.
The old man then gave up, but after lunch he went to take a nap and never mentioned again that his calligraphy was the best or that he helped the children write invitations.
With the invitations due this weekend, the task naturally fell to Lu Jing.
Lu Jing didn't go out in the afternoon either. Finally able to take care of the child alone, he happily had tea and snacks prepared, and after satisfying the little one, he took An'an to the study.
Unfortunately, the child was very active, wanting to play with the cat one minute and ride the dog the next, so Lu Jing reluctantly moved the activity to the living room.
An'an: "Grandpa~, I just want to draw a little chick on it~, so everyone knows that what they're eating is our clucking feast~"
Looking at the circle with a pointed beak, Lu Jing suddenly understood what Qin Yanzhou's art teacher had said before: the child's eyes weren't really suited for drawing.
He thought about how Lu Junxing had changed Yanzhou's teacher a few days ago. It might not have been an impulsive decision. What could one possibly learn from a child's drawing? In his opinion, it was good enough that his child could pick up a pen and draw!
Lu Jing: "Okay~, An'an's paintings are really beautiful! Grandpa will collect all your paintings and hold an exhibition for you when you grow up, so that everyone can see your paintings, okay?"
And so, when Qin Shuo brought Qin Yanzhou back from his equestrian lesson, An'an was crying while holding a pile of invitations:
"Why is this so hard to write? Can't people really change their names?"
Lu Jing, who had been in power for many years and was always full of energy, now had a hint of weariness in his eyes. Hearing An An's nonsensical words, he seemed used to it, simply taking a sip of tea and shaking his head, saying:
"cannot!"
"Why? Grandpa, their names are so hard to write!"
Unable to answer, Lu Jing wisely remained silent, pouring the child a cup of yogurt in order to avoid a barrage of questions.
Qin Shuo has been doing quite well at the old house these past few days. At least he's someone's here now, and he even has his own slippers. When Qin Shuo came in, he saw the little girl looking troubled, yet she still managed to pop a strawberry into her mouth.
"Oh, with your level of education after only a few months of kindergarten, you can actually name other people?"
Qin Shuo, Qin Yanzhou, and Lu Jing greeted each other, then leaned over and casually picked up a piece of paper, ready to admire the little girl's masterpiece for the day.
Seeing the invitations bearing the Lu family logo—invitations that all the famous people in Haicheng coveted—ruined by a young girl, scattered everywhere with the occasional drawing of a pig or cat on them, Qin Shuo couldn't help but sigh.
Before Qin Shuo could say anything more, Lu Jing got up and left as if he had something urgent to attend to. He didn't forget to call out to Qin Yanzhou, "Yanzhou, keep an eye on your sister, don't let her lick that invitation!"
An'an, who adored her older brother Yanzhou, sidled up to him, holding the invitation and begging for praise: "Brother~, look, this is Giggle, this is Giggle's husband, it has so many husbands~"
Seeing that the little girl ignored him, Qin Shuo stepped forward somewhat unconvinced and took the invitation: "Oh~, isn't this a chick? How come chickens these days have to take care of children in addition to laying eggs?"
"Hmph~, I don't want to show you, you wouldn't understand~"
Upon hearing this, An'an puffed out her cheeks in displeasure, snatched the drawing from Qin Shuo's hand, and shoved it in front of Qin Yanzhou, insisting that her older brother, who could draw, take a look.
"Brother~, look at other people's paintings~"
Yanzhou glanced at the abstract object with a circle and a triangle, then helped tidy up the scattered invitations on the coffee table. Looking at the strange drawings on them, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "An'an~, how many did you write?"
Upon hearing this, An'an guiltily tugged at the little pom-pom on her clothes. Seeing the gluttonous boy passing by, she grabbed him and said, "No, I wrote for a long, long time! It's just that their names were too hard to write!"
As An'an spoke, she turned her gaze to Qin Yanzhou's hand, and without saying a word, simply handed him the pen on the table, then stood aside, watching him expectantly.
Qin Yanzhou glanced at the list on the table. There were 14 children in one class at their kindergarten, which wasn't too bad. However, Lu Junxing and his group were going to hold a banquet at the kindergarten, which meant they would need to occupy a space in the kindergarten's activity area.
The kindergarten wasn't very big, but it wasn't small either, so they simply invited all the children in the younger age group to participate—that is, the small class where An'an and her classmates were. There were five such small classes in the kindergarten.
That means 70 invitations would need to be written. He could help with that, but he knew his calligraphy skills were far from good enough for writing on invitations.
When Lu Junxing returned, he didn't see the little girl who used to sit at the entrance of the old house waiting for him to get off work. Looking at the quiet old house, he frowned.
Unconsciously quickening his pace, he entered and saw An'an sitting on Qin Shuo's lap, holding a pink piggy bank. An'an quietly watched Qin Shuo bending over and writing invitations on the low coffee table.
Lu Junxing waved to Aunt Liu, who was about to come over and call for dinner, then went over to take a look. Although Qin Shuo grew up overseas, his strong and fluent handwriting was still noticeable.
It's not hard to guess that his father's life after being exiled overseas wasn't so bad; at least it wasn't the turbulent, homeless, and impoverished upbringing portrayed in legends.
Qin Shuo: "Alright!"
Once An'an saw that an invitation was ready, she skillfully took a red banknote from her golden piggy bank and stuffed it into the plastic bag next to Qin Shuo.