The little girl does not have the determination to feel the tranquility in calligraphy as her father. After watching for a while, she began to hold the table restlessly, twisting her body, and her little feet squeaking the chair.

"Be careful to stand firm!" Yang Yan turned to look at the little girl, and reminded with a smile, "This chair is not very solid. If you fall down, you will suddenly break your little butt into several petals, which is very painful!"

Yang Yan also knew that his daughter's ability to understand was limited, so he would describe her words very vividly, and used some onomatopoeia.

I don’t know if it was because my father glanced at me or understood my father’s warning, Luo Luo was quiet for a few seconds. She stood obediently on the chair, looked at the "big" brush in her father’s hand, and looked at it in a daze for a while.

But the child is naturally active, and Luoluo is no exception! After a while, the girl couldn't help but hold back. She stretched out her hand and first pressed on a red couplet placed not far in front of her.

It seems that my dad didn't notice it?

The little girl pressed her for a while, couldn't help but turn her head and looked at her father with guilt. At this time, her father was busy writing, and she was so long that she couldn't help but feel distracted. So, when she saw that her father ignored her, Luo Luo's courage became fat!

"Hmph..." Luo Luo pursed her little mouth, with an excited smile between her eyebrows and eyes. She shrank slightly and raised her little palm, but this was just for the next move.

She stretched out her little hand again and grabbed the table. Her tiny fingers actually made the bottom edge of the red couplet wrinkle. After a few more times, the little girl grabbed one side of the couplet in her hand like she was holding her father's trouser legs.

It is worth mentioning that Luoluo may not have noticed that her white and tender little palm was covered with a layer of faint ink marks. Not many, because the couplet that Luoluo just pressed was already there for a while, and the ink was almost dry.

But Luo Luo didn't know that, she also ignored the ink marks left by rubbing the red paper with her palm, and just indulged in grabbing the couplet, and then picked it up and down like a whip, and swung it up and down with interest...

It seems quite interesting!

"Hehe..." The little girl was having fun, her eyes were bright, and her excited laughter couldn't be suppressed.

"Oh, Luoluo, look, you broke all the couplets your father has worked hard to write!" Mother Lu turned her head and felt very distressed. She quickly got up and walked over, gently took the couplet from Luoluo's hand, rubbed it gently, but she had already touched the broken paper.

Luo Luo was blamed by her grandmother who loved her so much, as if she realized that she had caused trouble. She stood there at a loss, staring at her eyes, not daring to move or stammer.

"Broken?" At this time, my father's voice also increased.

Luo Luo drooped her little mouth slightly, raised her eyes, and looked at her father pitifully. Her big black and round eyes seemed to be accumulated at this moment, and her eyes began to turn red.

Is Dad going to scold Luoluo too?

Didn’t Luo Luo deliberately sabotage...

However, Luo Luo was too nervous, and Yang Yan did not want to blame the little guy with his mother. Moreover, Yang Yan took a look and realized what was going on. Luo Luo was active, and his mother's complaints were inevitable. After all, the old man is a little more traditional, and he is reluctant to waste it and feels sorry for money!

"Dad knows that you don't want to break these papers. Luo Luo just wants to know what Dad is writing and wants to participate, right?" Yang Yan gently pulled up his daughter's little hand and said gently.

"Well..." Luo Luo got emotional relief from her father. She couldn't help but pout and pointed her head to her father.

"Hey, Luoluo, why are your hands dirty?" Yang Yan saw Luoluo's dark claws at this time, raised his eyebrows and asked with a funny look.

The answer is actually very obvious, but Yang Yan still wants to change the topic and make Luoluo active again.

Luo Luo looked at her darkened hands in confusion. She blinked her big eyes, and then her voice was weak, as if she was a little aggrieved, "Well, no, Luo Luo won't make it..."

Will your father criticize you if your hands are dirty?

The little girl just breathed a sigh of relief, but now she is nervous and nervous again...

"It seems that I have encountered ink, but it doesn't matter. It's normal to dip some ink in our house. When my father was practicing calligraphy, his hands were all black, and sometimes his face was like a little cat!" Yang Yan smiled and gestured to Luo Luo's outside of his palm, and comforted him jokingly.

However, Luo Luo's focus was quite novel. When she heard her father say the little cat, she opened her eyes wide in surprise: "Cat?"

The little girl murmured while searching for the direction of Meow Xiaomi. This fat guy didn't like the sun. He was lying under the steps of the eaves, squinting his eyes and taking a nap!

"Cat Xiaomi..." Luo Luo pointed at Meow Xiaomi and screamed in a slight voice.

"It's not Meow Xiaomi, but it's almost the same. If it's a little darker, it's like it!" Yang Yan smiled and tried to grasp the topic again. "Luoluo, now our hands are dirty, why don't you play with your dad and play with this calligraphy? "

Not to mention practicing, the word "practice" is too heavy for a two and a half years old girl. "Play" is more in line with Luoluo's actual situation, and the little girl is more willing to accept it after hearing it.

Look, Luo Luo nodded obediently in her father's encouraging eyes. She was not nodding ignorantly. The little girl understood her father's words, and was eager to "play" with her father!

Mother Lu looked at Yang Yan with interest and taught the child. This time she was not in a hurry and no longer felt distressed. Seeing Yang Yan cut out a piece of blank red paper, and handed it to Luo Luo with a thinner brush to Luo Luo. The old man was also smiling, but instead had a little expectation for Luo Luo's performance.

It’s great to learn to write. To use the words of a great man of a generation, calligraphy must start with a baby!

This is not the first time Luo Luo has grabbed a brush. My father used to give her a brush as a toy, and the little girl still smeared it on the cardboard. But a year later, Luo Luo's little palm still has not grown up to the point where she can hold the brush in a very accurate way!

So, after getting the brush, Luo Luo was very excited, as if holding her little spoon, holding the tip of the pen with a diagonal lift and upwards!

If this brush is a weapon like a judge's brush, Luo Luo would have played the feeling of a cute little kid in martial arts! It's a pity that the little girl didn't know how to scream "huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Chapter completed!