Bloody mountains and rivers

Ordinary days always go by especially fast.

Jiang Wanli is already six years old, and today is his sixth birthday.

Ju Shurong said that on his birthday, Jiang Wanli can ask him a request that he can satisfy.

Jiang Wanli thought about it seriously, and finally said, "Teach me how to write."

So Ju Shurong took him into the study.

He unfolded the paper, pressed it down with a ruler, and wrote a "one" with a brush.

Jiang Wanli just glanced at it and shook his head: "I won't write this."

Ju Shurong said: "When you learn to write, you have to start with the simple ones. You have to learn this first before you can write complicated ones."

Jiang Wanli still shook his head: "I have learned these before."

Ju Shurong asked curiously, "Then what do you want to write?"

Jiang Wanli looked at him: "I want to write your name."

Ju Shurong was taken aback for a moment: "My name?"

Jiang Wanli nodded seriously, so he had no choice but to write the words "Ji Shurong" on the paper.

Ju Shurong's handwriting is very beautiful, revealing his unique free and easy, but in the free and easy, every stroke is very measured.

Jiang Wanli thought about it seriously, but did not write for a long time. Seeing that he had no time to talk to him for a while, Ju Shurong left the study.

It wasn't until dusk when he went to the study to ask him to eat, that he saw Jiang Wanli seriously writing stroke by stroke with a brush:

Ju, book, content

It filled five or six sheets of paper.

The piece of paper he wrote was placed at the front by Jiang Wanli as a template.These five or six sheets of paper range from crooked to orderly.

Jiang Wanli's face was covered in ink, but he was still writing.Ju Shurong looked at the pile of papers in front of him and the serious little man in front of the desk.

He suddenly felt that he was wrong.

He originally wanted to raise Jiang Wanli first, and see what Jiang Wuyong's plan was.But what he didn't expect was that Jiang Wuyong was Jiang Wuyong, and Jiang Wanli was Jiang Wanli.Although these two are father and son, it doesn't mean that because of Jiang Wuyong, he will speculate about this child.

Only then did Jiang Wanli realize that Ju Shurong had come. Holding the piece of paper he wrote just now, he ran up to him as if asking for credit: "Look, look, am I a fast learner?"

Ju Shurong took the paper, and the words on it were already in shape. From his immature strokes, one can see his unique style.

Ju Shurong praised: "Very good, you learned much faster than I did back then."

Hearing his praise, Jiang Wanli's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but smile: "Okay, now go and wash off the ink on your body, and we'll eat."

After Jiang Wanli washed his hands, he sat on a chair and waited for Ju Shurong.

Ju Shurong brought a bowl of noodles from the kitchen and put it in front of him: "Eat while it's hot."

Jiang Wanli asked him, "Is it Changchun noodles?"

Ju Shurong nodded: "It's specially made for you."

Jiang Wanli lowered his head and said, "No one has ever made Changchun noodles for me."

Ju Shurong didn't speak, Jiang Wanli continued: "Father is always busy, and I only saw him twice. My mother passed away very early, and the second aunt is in charge of the family..."

While he was talking, big tears fell into the bowl, Ju Shurong sighed and rubbed his hair, saying: "Eat quickly, your face will get cold later."

Jiang Wanli nodded obediently.

Born in a famous family, in fact, the least free.

After Jiang Wanli finished eating, Ju Shurong said, "There is another gift today."

Hearing this, Jiang Wanli looked at him expectantly, and he smiled and said, "From tomorrow onwards, I will teach you martial arts."

Jiang Wanli opened his eyes wide and said excitedly, "Really?!"

Ju Shurong nodded with a smile, Jiang Wanli jumped on him excitedly, and shouted: "Master, master..."

Ju Shurong hugged him with a smile and let him make trouble.