My villain cub is the protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

Mingming sat on a small bench in the yard, facing the wall, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

His father never taught him that way, and when Mingming thought of this, tears burst out uncontrollably, feeling both angry and inexplicably wronged.

Xianyu put down the pen in his hand, let Shi Shi practice first, went out and saw Ming Ming who was sitting there hugging his elbows, squatting beside him.

Ming Ming, who has always been very clingy to his father, this time hugged his bench and moved it to the side.

Xianyu simply stretched out his hand and hugged him in his arms. Seeing how awkwardly he buried his head in his arms, he asked with a light smile, "Is it because the academy is so fun that I didn't even call my daddy when I came back?" , have you forgotten your father?"

Mingming snorted softly, he could already see that his father was just teasing him, he was not fooled at all, and he didn't want to talk to him at all.

If he had forgotten his father, then he would not have come back.

"Are you really ignoring me? Hey, Mingming has grown up."

Xianyu didn't notice anything at the beginning, and it wasn't until after he went out that he realized that the cub might be angry with him, so he carried him to the other side and went outside the yard.

Originally, Xianyu wanted to plant wild chrysanthemums in the yard, but the old lady kept saying that the flowers were not good-looking and smelled bad, so she had to settle for the next best thing and plant them on the side of the road some distance away.

"Like it?"

Although Mingming remembered the fact that he was angry with his father very well, it didn't affect his curiosity when he heard what his father said, so he took a look.

The wild chrysanthemums swaying slightly in the autumn wind are indeed Mingming's favorite, but the cub who is angry now, no matter how beautiful it is, it is difficult to cause the slightest wave in his heart.

Anyway, he couldn't break free now, so he just buried his head in his father's arms, with only one ear sticking out, no matter what his father said, he just didn't look up.

Xianyu carried him to the small river, the old lady was washing things with the eldest daughter-in-law.

Mingming hasn't come back for a while, and the old lady didn't know who heard it before, saying that this thing needs to be washed more frequently.

There used to be a lot of things at home, so naturally they couldn't take care of so many things when they were busy, but now they are not busy with things outside the house, so they pay special attention to these small things.

"Are you really ignoring daddy? Dad just wanted to teach your elder brother Shitou how to draw, and then save a little more money so that you can go to Beijing to take the imperial examination later."

Xianyu gently rubbed the back of Mingming's head, his voice was very low, accompanied by gusts of autumn wind, with deep-rooted tenderness, Mingming was inexplicably not as unhappy as before.

At the beginning, Xianyu was really confused, but he didn't think that Mingming's idea was wrong. There is a possessive desire in any relationship, which is perfectly normal.

Like such an older child, he would also want his father to be the only cub.

"I understand you, but I'm still angry."

When Xianyu heard this sentence, he breathed a sigh of relief, and asked with a smile: "Then what will Mingming do, so that he is willing not to be angry with Daddy?"

Ming Ming leaned in his father's arms, and after thinking for a while, he realized that they were a little close to grandma and auntie, so he replied in a low voice: "Unless...unless Daddy hugged me and taught me to write, and then let Brother Shito himself Sit by and draw!"

Xianyu nodded lightly, thinking that this proposal is not bad.

Although Shi Shi has gotten closer to him now because he wants to learn painting together, but no matter how close they are, the relationship between them is nothing more than uncle and nephew.

Unlike the little ancestor he is holding now, even if he is just helping others adjust their posture, he has to be stingy and annoy him for a long time.

"It's okay to teach you how to draw, but not to practice calligraphy."

Xianyu is a little confident in the painting he practiced for so long, but when it comes to writing, his handwriting can barely catch the eye.

When the system helps the taskers to choose tasks, most of them will choose the ones whose personalities are similar to those of the taskers. Except for that car overturn, Xianyu has always lived a very comfortable life.

"Daddy taught me to draw that."

"it is good."

When the old lady looked up, she saw her grandson and son standing there, but she didn't expect Mingming to come back so early today.

"What? Are you back now?"

"Grandma, I miss you so much."

Mingming struggled and ran towards grandma, but because he ran too fast and there were many broken stones on the side of the road, he staggered and sat directly in the water.

Xianyu hurried over and hugged him, and the old lady stared nervously.

At this time, the eldest daughter-in-law was very savvy, and took the things that the mother-in-law hadn't washed to her side.

"Mother, go back with Mingming, boil water and let Mingming take a bath, the weather is already a bit cold, don't wait for Mingming to catch a cold."

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you."

"it is good."

On the way home, Ming Ming shrank into a ball because of the cold, and stuck it in his father's arms. Seeing this scene, the old lady hurriedly took Ming Ming over.

"Be careful when you walk next time. Come here and let grandma hold you. Your father is not in good health. Don't catch a cold if you get wet."

Mingming stretched out his hand towards grandma, hugged grandma's neck and responded with a grievance.

"I did not do it on purpose."

"Who wants to wrestle on purpose? Didn't I say you too?"

If it were any other grandson, even if the old lady knew that he didn't do it on purpose, she would still have to say a few words, but seeing Mingming's aggrieved face, there was only helplessness left in her heart.

When he got home, he hurriedly used firewood to boil water, and asked Mingming to go to the room by himself first, and Xianyu helped him take off his wet clothes.

"Do you dare to do this next time?"

"I didn't mean it either."

"I mean, run slower next time."

Seeing that he misunderstood what he meant, Xianyu rubbed his head.

Probably because he has never been a father himself, so he doesn't quite understand the thinking of most parents.

After all, the child who fell hurt must be more sad than other people. The pain is on his own body. No child's fall is intentional on his own.

But it seems that some parents will blame the child for not being careful after a fall, and complain that the clothes are difficult to wash by the way.

"Daddy, I know I was wrong."

Ming Ming sat there, obediently apologized to his father, and then immediately promised: "I will pay attention to myself, and I must be careful when I walk next time, even if I am happy."

Xianyu himself didn't scold him, but Mingming himself felt guilty.

"What about when you're unhappy?"

"Even if I'm angry, I'll pay attention."

Xianyu was satisfied this time, just in time to hear the voice of the old lady outside saying that the water was already hot, and walked out holding Mingming in his arms.

Shi Shi is still sitting there practicing, he is not very smart, his talent in painting is only average, and his sensitivity to many colors is not strong, Xianyu needs to use the most obvious color as a reference every time, so that he can Distinguish a little.

What Xianyu values ​​most in his own paintings is color, even those places that no one pays attention to often at all.

Stone can't learn his best, so he can only make up for it in many other things.

When Ming Ming was sitting and taking a bath, he poked his head hard to look at brother Shitou, wanting to show off to him a little.

Daddy will bathe him, but he won't bathe brother Shitou!

It's a pity that Shitou has been practicing with his head down and concentrated, and he didn't notice this side at all.

Shitou himself can feel something that Xianyu, as his teacher, can feel, especially the gap between him and his teacher, which is obvious when comparing the two paintings together.

Apart from working harder, he has no other way to go.

Every time the old lady waited for Mingming to come back from the academy, she would prepare to kill a chicken and stew it on the stove, for fear that Mingming would have a miserable life when no one would take care of her when she went to study in the academy.

The old man's legs have fully recovered now, and the doctor said that as long as he doesn't do heavy work, nothing will happen.

But now the family doesn't all rely on the things in the field to eat, so he no longer wants to be busy all day like before, occasionally teaching his eldest son how to make a box, or going to the village to escape.

He was wearing brand new clothes, and when he saw other old men of the same age in the village still busy at home and outside, he always felt a strange sense of pride.

It's just that no matter how boring the old man is every time, he will never take half a step towards the old house.

The old lady will be chilled by what they did, and the old man is naturally even more so as the person involved.

After eating lunch, Ming Ming moved a small bench and sat beside his father, propping his head and looking forward to staring at his father.

After Xianyu saw what he was thinking, he pretended that he didn't know anything, knelt down and rubbed his head and asked, "What are you doing? Could it be that you can't do the homework left by Master? Master Wu is still teaching in the school now." , if there is anything you don't know, Dad can take you to ask."

The old lady also came out when she heard this, thinking that Mrs. Wu said at the time that even Shu Xiu could not teach Mingming to read. bottom of my heart.

"If you want to go, you have to go early, don't delay the business of the wife, and take some of the meat that the family made a few days ago."

Mingming saw that they had started to discuss what to bring, and hurriedly frowned and denied: "No, I will do everything."

Angrily, he moved the small stool and was about to go back to his room to start reading, but he heard his father's very familiar voice behind him.

Xianyu held back a smile, looked at Shitou who had eaten lunch, and greeted him: "Shitou, come here."