Bo Shao's apex is a boss

Chapter 191 This person seems to be...

He looked at it several times, and after a while, he suddenly remembered that it was for Mu Jiu, so he reached out and handed the photo over.

Mu Jiu reached out to take it, glanced at it casually, and a trace of shock flashed across her eyes!
It's not because of anything else, the woman in the photo looks very white! The eyebrows and eyes are very similar, and those beautiful eyes are very similar.

Could it be... A bold thought flashed through her mind. She always knew that Yan'er was the adopted daughter of the Bai family, and she just chose the name Bai Yan casually. In the Bai family, Yan'er had been wronged since she was a child. The eldest son of the family is protecting her face, and it is not certain whether she will live long enough to find her.

In her previous life, she thought about which parents were so cruel that they didn't even want her own flesh and blood. It turned out that it was man-made sabotage.

A trace of coldness unconsciously flashed across the bottom of his eyes.

Seeing that the young man's expression was strange, Li Xiujuan asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, can you give me this photo? I'll go back and find someone to check." Mu Jiu held the photo between her fingers and said softly.

If it is true, Yan'er should be very happy to have an extra family member, right?
"Hell, just take it, they are all old things, if only I can find them~"

The old man sighed.

After asking about the reasons for that year, Mu Jiu got up, said goodbye and went back to Xiao Zhuang's house.

The child was still sitting in the back room, and when he saw Mu Jiu coming back, he stood up happily from his chair and ran towards Mu Jiu, "Brother, you are back!"

"En." Mu Jiu responded, looked at the drawer again, sat down on the chair over there, and took out some notebooks, Fan flipped through several pages, and turned to the page he had turned before.

Li Yanhan.

She didn't take it seriously at first, thinking that it was the child's mother who screened out the child's name and wrote it. Now that she thinks about it, it should be for her daughter's name.

Yan Hanyan Yu, it sounds like the names of siblings.

"Brother, what are you looking at?" Xiao Zhuang poked his head over, his face was still dark, but his eyes were bright.

Mu Jiu pointed out the name to him, "Do you know this person?"

"Li Yanhan? This name is so familiar. My mother seems to have mentioned it a few times, but my mother cried when she mentioned this name. I dare not ask, so I don't know who this person is..."

The child replied earnestly.

Mu Jiu carefully watched the child's expression when he spoke, it seemed that Xiao Zhuang didn't know about it.

Forget it, let's not talk about it until we find out, so as not to be happy in vain.

"Come on, brother will teach you how to write..." Mu Jiu took out the pen, took Xiao Zhuang to the dining table, took the notebook and put it on the table, "Let me teach you how to write a poem."

The first poem she would recite at first was also Jian Jia.

"What is Jianjia?" The child sat next to the boy with interest, staring at the book with big eyes.

"Jianjia, in fact, Di flower is "Jia", and "Jia" refers to "reed". Both plants live in water, but there are some subtle differences. The Jianjia I will teach you to write today is a poem. "

"Oh..." The child seems to understand, these two words seem so difficult to write.

The handwriting written by the big sister is really beautiful, and he will learn to write such beautiful words like the big sister in the future!
"Look at me writing, 璹, first write cursive initials, and then write an annexed 璹..." Mu Jiu taught stroke by stroke, with a gentle voice.

After writing a word, I held the child's hand and taught me to write it patiently.

There are many thoughts in my mind, Xiaobao is also five years old this year, but she has no choice but to teach, no matter what Xiaobao can write, there is no need for her to teach.

"The reeds are green, the white dew is frost, the so-called Yiren are on the side of the water..." After teaching a poem, the sky became dark, and an afternoon passed without knowing it.

(End of this chapter)