ancient and modern double wear

Han Fu finally asked him to read it from the beginning again, and if he read it wrong, he would draw it down and write it twenty times. Yin Shuo made two mistakes and three sentences, but he wrote English too slowly, and he was not used to using a pen.What's more, the child's butt hurts so much that he can't sit still, and he just stands silently. Han Fu prepares supper for the little guy in the kitchen, but Yin Shuo is so tormented by the birdsong that he doesn't even have time to look at his favorite lotus dish.

Han Fu felt sorry for the child and gently rubbed his head, and warmed the porridge and side dishes for him. Yin Shuo finally finished the last sentence, and instead of looking at the dishes, he looked at Han Fu, "Han, I won't eat delicious food anymore , can we not write silently for a while?"

Han Fu looked at the child, "Why, do you think I can't remember?"

The child rubbed his little butt, "I can't afford to be spanked anymore."

Han Fu smiled helplessly, "Well, eat something first after writing it twenty times. We just dictate words, and don't let you write sentences silently."

Yin Shuo pouted, "Can't you dictate again tomorrow? You can't remember so many things at once."

Han Fu frowned, "Tomorrow after tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows! I live for tomorrow, and everything is in vain. Haven't you heard of it?"

The child was quite confident, "No."

Han Fu fainted, oh, this song "Song of Tomorrow" was composed by Wen Zhengming's son Wen Jia. Wen Zhengming was in the Ming Dynasty, so it's normal for children not to have heard it.

Yin Shuo was kind, and didn't want to make Han Fu angry immediately, "But I understand what he means. Just do today's things today. The so-called prime years don't come back again, and it's hard to come back every day. Timely encouragement, time waits for no one." .”

Han Fu is speechless, is it to show that you are from ancient times? "Since we know, how can today's matter be delayed until tomorrow."

Yin Shuo didn't know whether he was angry with Han Fu or on purpose, and stopped looking at the side dishes Han Fu had prepared, and began to recite words, "see, see; bee, bee; meet, meet; reed, reed."

Han Fu looked at him and said, "How do you write the capital one?"

The child was upset, "You didn't teach me! It's so difficult."

Han Fu said, "What's the difficulty? It's not like asking you to write one for one yuan. Let me tell you a little story." As he spoke, he drew a one on the paper, "Once upon a time, there was a child who learned to write characters. One day, the teacher taught one, and he wrote one. The next day, when the teacher taught two, he wrote two. He thought to himself, this writing is too simple. On the third day, he didn’t go to school and was discovered by his parents. I spanked him, but the child said I could write, and today I learned three. How do you write three?" Han Fu asked.

Yin Shuo drew three horizontal strokes, and Han Fu thought to himself, the little guy's posture of holding the pen is a natural standard, but how can the written characters be so ugly.

Han Fu nodded, "That's right. Then, what about Si?"

Yin Shuo stopped talking, this kind of nonsense story is okay to lie to children, but he still tells it.

Han Fu said, "Do you know why I told you this?"

Yin Shuo shook his head, and Han Fu pointed to the reed he wrote. This word is not a typo. Reed, indeed, the combination of letters ee makes the sound /i:/, so tell me what it means.

Yin Shuo hurriedly corrected it, and re-wrote read on the paper, "read, read."

Han Fu glanced at him, wrote reed under reed, and said, "Since I wrote it myself, I can recite this too."

When Yin Shuo heard this, he reached out and grabbed a piece of peanut crisp. He was angry with Han Fu, but he almost swallowed it with his tongue, "This is delicious."

Han Fu smiled, "Of course. I baked it specially for you, wash your hands."

The child who was easy to feed went to wash his hands happily, and when he came back, he drank the porridge and ate his night snacks, and then continued to fight for words.Seventeen words are not difficult in Han Fu's eyes, but for Yin Shuo who just learned 26 letters yesterday, it still takes effort to memorize them silently.After about half an hour, Han Fu came over to dictate.The little guy was waiting for the battle, for fear of making any mistakes.

In the end, 17 people got two wrong words with one meaning, pen was written as ben, pig was written as pik, meet should be met, and child was written as goodbye.

Han Fu was holding the board, while Yin Shuo lowered his head. "Do you know what's wrong?"

Yin Shuo nodded.

Han Fu shouted at him, "May I ask you something?"

Yin Shuo's voice seemed to come from between his teeth, "Got it."

Han Fu tapped the back of his hand stuck to the seam of his trousers with a ruler, "Take it out."

"Huh?" The child shook his head again and again.

Han Fu said, "Fifteen blows, I feel sorry for you, so I want you to use your left hand. If you wait any longer, I will hit your right hand."

Yin Shuo hurriedly said, "No thugs."

Han Fu looked at him, "You said it yourself. Can't bear your butt?"

"Yes, I can take it." Han was beaten so painfully, and there is still a purlin on his buttocks. If all these fifteen blows are done, the thugs will hurt to death, not to mention, what will they do if they are seen tomorrow.

Han Fu's face sank, "It can be you, but it can't be you. I care about you or you care about me, hands!"

When Han Fu became fierce, Yin Shuo became frightened, obediently stretched out his left hand.Han Fu first squeezed his wrist, and then said, "I'll type it, and then read out the mistakes aloud, can you hear me clearly?"

Yin Shuo felt as if a little rabbit was rubbing against his ears, that pitiful and uncomfortable look was really pitiful, he just beat and read.

"Crack!" The first board.

"Ah!" I knew that the handboard was the most painful. At that time, the master taught me to recite poetry, and if I couldn't learn it, I was also a thug. It hurt so much.

Han Fu didn't hit him a second time. Yin Shuo stretched out his arm, but he didn't dare to retract it. When Han Fu looked at him, he didn't dare to look at Han Fu again. Say, "pen, pen, pen, pen."

Han Fu still asked him to stretch out his hand. This way, the little guy felt even more embarrassed, and he felt embarrassed to continue reading.

Han Fu said, "You like to hold it like this. Then I'll bring the microwave and ask you to carry it, okay?"

Yin Shuo hurriedly said, "pig, pig, pig, pig—"

Han Fu didn't wait for him to read the next one, "Then let me ask you, what does big mean?"

Yin Shuo was already nervous, how can he remember it now, there was a small piece of cotton balls in his mouth, "big, b, b—"

Han Fu said, "Can't remember?"

Yin Shuo was anxious, his little face flushed, obviously he wrote it right just now, why did he forget it all at once.

"Ten times." Han Fu said mercilessly.

The little guy was dissatisfied, but he didn't dare to speak out.

Han Fu said, "If you ask me wrong next time, you will double it." He called him, "The right hand."

Yin Shuo's right shoulder shrunk back desperately, so he didn't want it, his right hand must have hurt to death.

Han Fu held the ruler, "Don't you want to sleep tonight?"

Yin Shuo bit his lip tightly, and finally stretched out his right hand.Han Fu raised the ruler high in his hand, Yin Shuo was so frightened that he closed his eyes, and waited for a long time but it didn't come down.When Yin Shuo looked at Han Fu again, he heard him say, "big, big, big one, read it a hundred times for me."

Yin Shuo stretched out his hands with a sad face, counting silently in his heart, reading down over and over again, Han Fu watched him read too fast and lost his concentration, with a board in his hand.The fake ID card he made for Yin Shuo said that he was 17 years old. In fact, Yin Shuo looked very thin. If it weren't for his height of 179 cm and only based on his face, some people would believe that he was [-] or [-] years old.Although his hands are not small, they don't know how wide they are after ten strokes of a plank. He beat them like this, and his palms were swollen into lines.After the last [-] times, the left hand has to be changed.The fifteen hits just now haven't landed yet.

Later, when Yin Shuo entered the NBA, when interviewed by foreign media, his English was so smooth that foreigners admired him. He always joked about Han Fu, saying that it was knocked out by him at the time. .

Compared with spanking, Han Fu likes hand spanking when he is really teaching something, sp is love, think of a helpless child lying on your knees, with no body covering to bear all the pain you give him. The dependence of the heart is a deep sense of satisfaction for the admonisher.The prototype, for Han Fu, means more responsibility.

When the child is on his knees, head down, he can hear your commands and feel your breath, but it is difficult to meet your eyes.And the buttocks are swollen, red, blue, purple, and have hard lumps. You can only know when you touch your hands and look back.But the palms are different. When two people stand face to face, he can see your eyes, and you can also see his helplessness. The teaching at that time was less intimidating, more serious, but more serious. Solemnly.

Yin Shuo stretched out his hand, Han Fu taught him a lesson.Every time he knocked on the board, he was asked to recite each of the three wrong words. After this, Yin Shuo's two hands were swollen from knocking, but he memorized all the words.

Finally, after typing, Han Fu ordered Yin Shuo to start reading from the most basic phonetic symbols, review and consolidate all the things for today before finishing.

Yin Shuo was thinking of acting like a baby at first, but Han Fu didn't frown or sternly, just looked at him calmly and he was timid himself, obediently did everything well, and followed Han Fu's rules, standing Summarize today's learning situation in front of the mirror.

Face to face in the mirror, tell me what I have learned today, how well I have learned, how many mistakes I made, how many right, and what is my goal for tomorrow? He didn't dare to be negligent, and he spoke very seriously.After all this was done, the children finished washing, and Han Fu cleaned up the dishes, it was time to hold the baby in his arms.

Frankly speaking, Han Fu really felt pain in his heart when he beat Yin Shuo like this.He gently stroked the child's hair, "It hurts badly."

Yin Shuo was frightened by his beating, at first he didn't dare to speak, but gradually he dared to nod when he got bolder.

Han Fu pulled Yin Shuo to lean on the bed, stretched out his fingers, took his hand and gently blew on him, and took the mild lotion to help him wipe.Yin Shuo gritted his teeth in pain and kept silent.

Han Fu felt very uncomfortable just looking at his tender face. In fact, in his heart, his hands are not too heavy.But more than a dozen blows and hands, after all, it is difficult to bear.Han Fudao, "It was very hard at the beginning of learning anything. Do you remember that when you first practiced martial arts, the master also asked you to practice your footwork, right?"

Yin Shuo nodded, his face was flushed red.

"What about English? It is the language of other countries. If you don't want to take the exam in June, I will take you to live in the UK or the US for a period of time. The effect will definitely be better than this. But the foundation must be laid at the beginning, otherwise , I am the one who suffers." Han Fu reasoned.

Yin Shuo still didn't speak.

Han Fu rubbed his palm on his face, "It hurts a lot. I don't have to hit 5 times each, I thought you would do well, but as long as you work hard in the future, you won't Beaten. Huh?"

Yin Shuo nodded.

Han Fu was helpless, "Did I hit you stupidly? Why don't you say a word. Oh, yes, you still have to hit me back. Well, I didn't forget, I will go to the bed to help you wipe the wound on your butt later." I want you to fight, okay?"

Yin Shuo finally spoke, "I don't want to hit Han."

Seeing that he was serious, Han Fu became interested, "What's wrong?"

Yin Shuo said, "Han loves me. You said that when you hit my palm, you felt sorry for me, so you asked me to use my left hand. If I didn't guess wrong, I would still be punished for copying after punching."

Han Fu didn't expect the child to see it in a daze. He smiled, and immediately understood that he was a fast arrester. He still had the ability to deduce the facts from clues, "That's not necessary. The punishment is The means, not the purpose. If hitting you is to please myself, then what right do I have to hold this ruler?"

Yin Shuo nodded his head half-understood, and Han Fu abducted him to the bed.Probably because the wound on his hand was medicated and he felt much better. Han Fu helped him take off his panties. Although he blushed and buried himself in the pillow, he didn't refuse.

Han Fu poured the lotion into the palm of his hand and gently rubbed it on his buttocks. As expected, the child was hit hard.But Han Fu knew that he had internal strength to protect his body. Although it hurt, it didn't hurt anything. He carefully spread the ointment evenly. Yin Shuo said in a muffled voice, "It's a little heavier, itches."

Han Fu agreed, and moved a little more aggressively.The child hugged the pillow, not knowing whether it was because of embarrassment or something else, and was always silent.

Han Fu rubbed the medicine for him and lay down beside him, stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around him, and asked the child to come into his arms.

Yin Shuo approached Han Fu's arms, but felt that his hand was reaching into his panties again, so he pushed subconsciously.

Han Fu said, "It's okay. You can close your eyes and go to sleep. I'll rub it for you. It will make you feel better after rubbing."

"No." The child shook his head, "It's strange. Han, you are so hot."

Han Fu blushed for a while, indeed, he felt a little strange, "Well, it's okay, I won't hug you anymore, it's hot."

Yin Shuo looked at him thoughtfully, "I'm asleep."

Han Fu propped himself up on his elbows and looked at him quietly.

Yin Shuo couldn't sleep with such a stare on him, and hummed in a daze.

Han Fu said softly, "Xiao Shuo, can I kiss your eyes?"

Yin Shuo shook his head, "No."

Han Fu smiled, "Well, I won't touch the eyes. Just lightly touch the eyelashes, okay?"

Yin Shuo thought for a while, "No way."

Han Fu was a little disappointed, but he still said, "Well, I don't even touch my eyelashes, so I just come here and smell your scent, okay?"

Yin Shuo looked at him seriously, "Han. If you do strange things to me again, I won't let you hit me."