Bibi Dong Eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes in a daze.
What comes into focus is the face of Qian Xunji that is very close at hand.
He was still sleeping, breathing steadily, and was obviously not awakened by the knock on the door.
"Knock knock--Dong'er? Did you hear it?"
The voice of Liu Xiulan came again.
"I heard you, Mom, get up right now."
"Okay, hurry up, Xiao Xue is hungry and has been humming for a long time."
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.
Bibi Dong looked away, looking at the sleeping face in front of him, and couldn't help but reach out and trace the peak of his eyebrows with his fingertips.
Qian Xunji The eyelashes moved and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Are you awake?"
Qian Xunji's consciousness gradually returned. He looked at the sunlight outside the window, then looked at the person in his arms, and raised the corners of his lips.
"What time is it?"
"I don't know, anyway, mom is here to order dinner."
"He also said that Xiao Xue was hungry and had been humming for a long time."
Qian Xunji was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud.
"You tormented me last night, and my daughter came to torment me early this morning."
Bibi Dong glared at him. "What do you mean I torment you? It's obviously you who torments me, okay?"
"Then I'll be gentler next time."
Bibi Dong blushed slightly, pushed him away and sat up. "Okay, get up. If you don't get up, mom will come again."
She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, casually picking up the clothes hanging on the back of the chair.
Qian Xunji was lying on the bed, looking at her dressed back.
The morning light shone on her body, outlining her soft silhouette.
"What are you looking at?" Bibi Dong turned around and met his gaze.
"Look at you."
Bibi Dong blushed again and sped up his clothes.
"Get up quickly, don't delay."
Qian Xunji sat up with a smile and started to get dressed.
After a while, the two packed up and pushed out the door.
Downstairs came the smell of food, Bi Dashan's rough laughter, and Liu Xiulan's nagging instructions.
There was also a small, soft and waxy "ahhh" sound.
It's Qian Renxue calling.
Bibi Dong and Qian Xunji looked at each other and smiled in unison.
"Let's go, the child is hungry."
The two of them went downstairs to eat together.
On the way back to the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong was holding Qian Renxue.
"Looking for illness for a while... should we go directly to the Pope Palace?"
Qian Xunji turned to look at her and saw the obvious nervousness on her face, and asked, "Why, are you nervous?"
"One thing, after all, it's the first time... to go in as a pope."
Qian Xunji put his arm around her shoulders and patted her gently. "Don't be afraid, put on the papal uniform first. I had it customized some time ago. It's made to your size and it should fit."
"You have to teach me, I don't understand those processes or anything like that."
"Don't worry, I'm here. Take your time, don't rush."
Bibi Dong nodded, feeling a little calmer.
When the family of three returned to the dormitory, there was already a maid waiting at the door.
Seeing them coming back, the maid hurriedly came forward to greet them and saluted respectfully, "His Holiness the Pope, madam."
Qian Xunji nodded and looked at Bibi Dong: "Help Madam dress up."
"Yes." The maid turned to Bibi Dong, bowed slightly, "Madam, please follow me."
Bibi Dong glanced at Qian Xunji with a bit of anxiety in his eyes.
Qian Xunji smiled at her, "Go ahead, my child and I are waiting for you at the Pope Palace."
Bibi Dong nodded and followed the maid into the inner hall.
Qian Xunji hugged Qian Renxue, turned around and walked towards the Pope Palace.
Qian Xunji held her daughter in her arms, walked up the steps step by step, and finally sat on the large papal throne.
Qian Xunji put his daughter on his lap, letting her lean into his arms, then picked up a strawberry from the fruit plate next to him and handed it to her.
"Xiao Xue, do you want to eat or not?"
Qian Renxue glanced at it and then looked away.
Not interested.
Just eaten, not hungry.
Qian Xunji Seeing that she didn't want to eat, he didn't force himself and put the strawberries back into the fruit plate.
Qian Renxue's eyes swept around the table and finally landed on a thin brush.
The brush is long and thin, the barrel is smooth, and the tip is stained with ink.
She stretched out her little hand and touched the brush.
"Well--well--"
Qian Xunji followed her gaze and was stunned for a moment. "You want to play with this?"
"Hmm~" Qian Renxue snorted, and continued to stretch his little hand towards the brush.
Qian Xunji reached out and took the brush, then took a piece of paper and put it in front of her.
"Want to write?"
Qian Renxue blinked and held the penholder with his little hand.
The barrel of the pen was a little thick for her little hands and it was not stable to hold, but she still squeezed it tightly.
Qian Xunji looked at her serious and studious appearance, then put his big hand on her little hand, held it gently, and led her to write on the paper.
"Come on, daddy will teach you how to write - thousand."
One stroke after another, slowly falling on the paper.
Horizontal, horizontal, vertical, vertical, left, vertical.
An upright word "thousand" appeared on the paper.
"This is a thousand, Qian Xunji's thousand, Qian Renxue's thousand."
Qian Renxue stared at that word, thinking silently: I know it.
Qian Xunji took her to write it again.
"Thousands."
Write it again.
"Thousands."
After several times, he let go of his hand and looked down at his daughter. "Come on, Xiao Xue, try it yourself?"
Qian Renxue held the pen and looked down at the white paper in front of him.
My little hands are not very strong, and they are too small, so it is a bit difficult to hold the pen.
But she still worked hard, one stroke at a time, to put pen to paper.
Horizontal--
Crooked.
Again -
Still crooked.
Vertical--
Why is it so difficult to control?
She frowned and stared at the tip of the pen with all her attention, moving her little hand little by little.
Finally, the last stroke came down.
She raised her head and looked at the words on the paper.
Crooked and crooked, large and small, some strokes are stacked together, and some strokes are separated.
But... it can be seen that it is "thousand".
Qian Xunji looked down at the crooked characters and was stunned.
Then he raised his head and looked at the little man in his arms, his eyes full of disbelief.
"Xiao Xue, did you write this?"
Qian Renxue blinked and looked at him innocently.
Otherwise?
"Is this a genius?" He picked up his daughter and kissed her hard on the face, "My daughter is a genius!"
Qian Renxue was stunned by his kiss.
Childish.
Qian Xunji put her back on his lap and picked up the pen again, with light in his eyes.
"Come, daddy will teach you how to write something else."
He put pen to paper, stroke by stroke, and worked neatly.
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
"Four."
He wrote and read at the same time.
Qian Renxue leaned in his father's arms, watching those familiar Chinese characters appear on the paper one by one, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
In her previous life, when she was very young, did anyone teach her to write like this?
She doesn't remember.
Those memories that are too far away have long been blurred into light and shadow.
Qian Xunji After teaching "four", he looked back at his daughter. "Do you remember it?"
Qian Renxue remained silent.
Qian Xunji handed the pen to her hand. "Here, try writing '1'."
Qian Renxue holds the pen, lowers his head and writes on the paper.
One stroke.
Although it is crooked, it is indeed "one".