Stepmother

    Zhong Jianguo nodded: "It's what you think."

    "This, this... This is handwritten, it seems to be written by my mother?" Erwa asked in disbelief.

    Zhong Jianguo nodded slightly.

    "What?" Sanwa looked down, "Notebook? Second brother, show me what is written on it."

    Erwa glared at him: "If you don't watch it, go to sleep."

    "It's getting late, you all go to bed." Zhong Jianguo said, "Er baby, see you tomorrow, go to bed early and get up early to help your mother cook."

    Erwa hugged the book: "It's still early, I can't sleep even if I turn off the light. I'll watch it later."

    "The lights must be turned off at ten o'clock." Zhong Jianguo Road.

    Erwa only has a notebook in her eyes: "I know, I know, Dad, go to sleep."

    Zhong Jianguo closed the door, Sanwa and Zhengang ran to his bed. Zhong Jianguo walked to the door of his and Song Zhaodi's room, and heard Sanwa and Zhengang exclaim.

    The footsteps stopped for a while, Zhong Jianguo coughed, the room became quiet, and Zhong Jianguo pushed the door in.

    "Are Erwa very happy?" Song Zhaodi asked.

    Zhong Jianguo: "I can't believe it." Pause, "I shouldn't give it to him today, I have to go to class tomorrow, and I can't get up in the middle of the night tomorrow morning—"

    "If you don't have energy, ask for leave." Song Zhaodi said, "Anyway, he also learned about high school knowledge when he was in middle school."

    Zhong Jianguo: "It's a small matter of asking for leave, how should you explain it to them."

    "We'll talk about it later." Song Zhaodi said, "Sleep, sleep."

    Sanwa thought it was an empty book, and wrote a few words of blessing on it. When she looked at Erwa, she couldn't help but open her eyes: "Is this teaching you how to make clothes? Second brother."

    "Yes." Zhen Gang also saw it, "Erwa, did the teacher write it?"

    Erwa: "I just looked through it roughly, and it's all in mother's words, and she wrote it by herself."

    "Mother is really powerful." Sanwa couldn't help but admire, "As expected of my mother."

    Zhen Gang suddenly had a black line on his forehead: "It's still my adoptive mother."

    "Do you have a different opinion?" Sanwa asked rhetorically.

    Zhengang: "You know that's not what I meant." Suddenly he thought, "No, Erwa, the teacher teaches English, how can you make clothes?"

    "That's right." Sanwa said, "I still write so much. Only those who have studied it can write it."

    Erwa: "When I was learning painting with Teacher Cai, Teacher Cai knew that I liked making clothes and asked my mother who could teach me how to make clothes. I said my mother taught me. How to teach me if I haven't learned it before. I told him I don't know. Later, I asked my mother, and she said that she was taught by someone else. Could it be that she was taught by someone she used to work with?"

    "It's also possible." Zhen Gang said, "Let's ask tomorrow. Erwa, you have to go to class tomorrow, sleep. This book is for you, we don't need it, you Watch when you want."

    Sanwa then said: "Mother said, you are now focusing on studying, and you have to take the University of God."

    "Sleep first, I'll watch for a while." Erwa waved to the two of them without disturbing him.

    Zhen Gang saw him like this, and with a tut, he went back to the bed and pulled the quilt over his head.

    Sanwa really wanted to take the book away, but he knew how much his second brother liked to make beautiful clothes. He dared to touch it. Cover your head with a quilt.

    The clock in the living room rang ten times, and Zhong Jianguo, who was still asleep, got up and pushed open the door of his son's room. As expected, the second baby was still asleep. Zhong Jianguo stepped forward and took the notebook away.

    "Dad?" Erwa's eyes widened, "Why are you here?"

    Zhong Jianguo: "Sleep. If you don't sleep, I will burn this book tomorrow."

    "You dare!?" Erwa was shocked.

    Zhong Jianguo raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to try?"

    Erwa took a breath, hesitated for a moment, and stretched out her hand: "I won't look at it, can I put it under the pillow?"

    Zhong Jianguo handed it to him: "If you can't get up at seven tomorrow morning, I'll beat you."

    Erwa shivered, quickly put the book under the pillow, and lay down: "Dad, help turn off the light."

    Zhong Jianguo glanced at him, Erwa subconsciously covered her head with a quilt.

    Usually at this time, Erwa and the others have fallen asleep. When I saw Erwa before, Erwa didn't feel sleepy, her head was on the pillow, and the room was dark, Erwa couldn't help yawning, and after a while, she entered dreamland.

    Zhong Jianguo was worried. After about five minutes, he opened the door and saw that the three children were all asleep, so he was relieved.

    The next morning, Erwa woke up and felt that she had forgotten something. She sat on the bed and thought about it for a while. She quickly lifted the pillow and saw that the thick notebook was still there, densely packed with words and pictures. , smiled involuntarily.

    "Second brother, why are you smirking?" Sanwa put on her shoes and looked up to see him looking like a fool, "Isn't it just a book, you're so happy. By the way, I read it last night. till what time?"

    Zhengang: "Ten o'clock. I can't fall asleep when the light is on. Uncle Zhong came to turn off the light, so he didn't read it. Erwa, the teacher compiled this book for you to help you, you If because of this book, I am late for class and fall back in exams, the teacher will be very disappointed."

    "I didn't say take it to school." Erwa said, "I'll see if it's real, it's like a dream."

    Zhen Gang glanced at him: "I don't believe you."

    "You don't believe me because you are suspicious." Erwa did plan to bring the book to school, Zhen Gang said, and put the book back, "Go downstairs and help my mother cook. "

    Sanwa: "I have to ask my mother, besides being able to compile books, what else can I do." I ran downstairs and asked Song Zhaodi.

    Song Zhaodi thought he would ask who she studied fashion design from: "I can speak French, do you want to learn?"

    "No, I haven't learned English yet." Sanwa didn't even think about it, and refused directly, "Wait, mother, your French was also taught to you by your former partner?"

    Song Zhaodi really wanted to nod her head, but some things in the world are very coincidental, she is really afraid that one day, Erwa or Reborn will meet that man: "No, clothing design and French are taught by experts, It has nothing to do with my object."

    "Any expert, can you teach me?" Sanwa asked.

    Song Zhaodi said solemnly: "No. Because he is not in this world."

    "Sanwa, go wash your face and brush your teeth." The stove cooks porridge, Zhong Jianguo cooks the pot, and Song Zhaodi cooks in the pot, "I know about your mother. You don't need to inquire so clearly. ."

    Sanwa refused to accept: "Why?"

    "I am Lao Tzu." Zhong Jianguo said, "I am the one who will accompany your mother for a lifetime, not you."

    Sanwa: "I can accompany my mother for a lifetime."

    "You don't marry a wife?" Zhong Jianguo asked.

    Sanwa waved her little hand: "Don't marry!"

    "It's none of your business if you don't marry." Zhong Jianguo said, "Husband and wife are one, your mother and I are husband and wife."

    Sanwa snorted: "I don't want to talk to you, I'm bothering you now." Turn around and go outside to wash her face and brush her teeth.

    Zhengang and Erwa want to ask. Zhong Jianguo was the first to speak: "If you ask, I won't tell you. Your mother will naturally say it when she wants to. If you don't want to say it, you are not allowed to pester her."

    "Listen to Dad, you know?" Erwa was curious.

    Zhong Jianguo: "I know everything about Teacher Song. Are you envious? Are you surprised?"

    "I don't envy." Erwa really didn't expect, "Mother, thank you. It must be a long time to write such a thick book."

    Zhong Jianguo said for Song Zhaodi: "It's been almost a year."

    "So long?" Erwa was surprised, "When did mother write it?"

    Song Zhaodi: "When you were in school, I wrote it when I was free." The notebook is very thick. For Song Zhaodi, she just wrote down what was in her head, and some didn't even need to think about it. Said it was not too hard, "Look slowly, don't know where to ask me."

    "I know." Erwa asked, "Mother, are you still going to Teacher Cai's place this year?"

    Song Zhaodi: "You stay with him for a month this year, and you don't have to go next year."

    "Excellent." Erwa said, "You don't know, Teacher Cai tells me the benefits of being a painter every day. If you didn't have to go, I really don't want to go."

    Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "If you don't go, can you draw the clothes as they are?"

    The second baby is speechless.

    Zhong Jianguo: "Your mother is ready."

    "Then I'll wash my face." I have to go to class later, and Erwa didn't dare to pester Song Zhaodi to keep asking.

    Sanwa came in: "I've washed everything. Mother, I'll serve the meal."

    "Sanwazi, do you really not learn French?" Song Zhaodi asked, "If you meet a girl you like in the future, you can show off to her. Not only can you speak English, but you can also speak French."

    Sanwa: "Don't learn."

    "Lazy!" Zhong Jianguo gave him a white look, "Mr. Song, I will learn from you. After dinner, you will teach me French."

    Sanwa was in a hurry: "You learn and I also learn."

    "Take a bowl and chopsticks." Song Zhaodi said, "For French, I'll talk about it during the summer vacation."

    Zhengang used to play with Zhenxing and Dawa. They went to school, but Zhengang didn’t like going out. Every day when he came back from school, after finishing his homework, he held it and didn’t dare to take it out. storybook look.

    Erwa got the book edited by Song Zhaodi, so she doesn't go out to play anymore. Sanwa felt boring when she went out alone, and when she came back from school, she was tired of being by Song Zhaodi's side.

    As soon as Song Zhaodi saw him coming, she asked him if he wanted to learn French. After asking him for a week, Sanwa hesitated for a moment and told Song Zhaodi that she could learn a little bit.

    Listening to his reluctance, Song Zhaodi did not laugh at him. Zhong Jianguo planned to throw Sanwa into the army. It is very likely that he would not be able to speak French in the future. Song Zhaodi did not teach it from scratch, so he just pointed at something and told him how to say it in French without asking him to write it down.

    Sanwa thinks it is fun, and she is happy to learn from Song Zhaodi.

    The mother and son study every day, and the life is full, and it seems to be very fast. Before I knew it, on April 22, the day of the head of Shen's wedding.

    April 26th, in the morning, after eleven o'clock, Song Zhaodi came back from school and was planning to cook, when she heard Shen Xuancheng's voice faintly, she took the vegetable bowl and went outside, planning to pick Order greens.

    As soon as she came out of the house, Song Zhaodi saw Shen Xuancheng and Xiao Xiurong already in her yard.

    "You are our matchmaker, of course you have to thank you first when you come back." Shen Xuancheng said with a deep meaning, "Mr. Song, from today onwards, you are the most powerful person on our island."