Chapter 181

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's 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, "Second baby, see you tomorrow, go to bed early and get up early to cook for your mother."

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

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

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

Zhong Jianguo closed the door, and 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.

After pausing for a while, Zhong Jianguo coughed, the room became quiet, and Zhong Jianguo pushed the door in.

"Is Erwa very happy?" Song Zhaodi asked.

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

"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 to ask for leave. How should you explain it to them?"

"Let's talk 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 amazing." 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.

Zhen Gang: "You know that's not what I meant." He suddenly 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. Teacher Cai said that my mother never learned how to teach me. I told him I didn't know. Later, I asked my mother, and she said that someone else taught her. Could it be taught by the person she used to work with?"

"It's also possible." Zhen Gang said, "Let's ask tomorrow. Erwa, you have to go to class tomorrow. Go to bed. This book is for you, and we don't need it. You can read it when you want. "

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

"You guys go to sleep first, I'll watch it for a while." Erwa waved at the two of them without raising her head, motioning not to disturb him.

Seeing him like this, Zhen Gang tutted and went back to the bed, pulled up the quilt and covered his head.

Sanwa wanted to take the book away, but he knew how much his second brother liked to make beautiful clothes. He dared to touch it. His second brother could stab him with scissors, think about it, climb to the upper floor, and cover his 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 hadn't slept yet. 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: "Would you like to try it?"

Erwa took a breath, hesitated for a moment, and stretched out her hand: "I won't look at it, can I go down 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 had already fallen asleep. When they saw it earlier, Erwa didn't feel sleepy, her head was on the pillow, and the room was pitch-dark. Erwa couldn't help yawning, and for a moment, she fell asleep.

Zhong Jianguo was worried. After about five minutes, he opened the door and saw that the three children were all asleep. Only then did he feel 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.

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

Zhen Gang: "Ten o'clock. I can't sleep 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. If you are late for class because of this book. , the test will be regressed, and the teacher will be disappointed."

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

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

"I don't believe it because you are suspicious." Erwa did plan to take the book to school. Zhen Gang said this and stuffed 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 with: "I can speak French, do you want to learn?"

"No, I haven't learned English yet." Sanwa didn't even think about it, and directly refused, "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, and it has nothing to do with my object."

"What kind of 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 uses the pot to cook vegetables. "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 the rest of your life, not you."

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

"You don't marry a wife anymore?" 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 body. Your mother and I are husband and wife."

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

Zhengang and Erwa wanted 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 it, "Mother, thank you. It must take 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 had nothing to do." The notebook was very thick, for Song Zhaodi, it was just to write down what was in her mind, and some of them didn't even need to be thought. For her, it wasn't too hard, "Slowly 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, but you won't have to go next year."

"Great." 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 child was speechless.

Zhong Jianguo: "Your mother is ready to cook."

"Then I'll go 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, don't you really want to learn French?" Song Zhaodi asked. "When 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: "I don't learn."

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

Sanwa was in a hurry: "You can learn from me too."

"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 to go out anymore. Every day when he came back from school, after finishing his homework, he would read the storybook he didn't dare to take out before.

Erwa got the book edited by Song Zhaodi and stopped going out to play. 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 then told Song Zhaodi that she could learn a little bit.

Hearing what he said so reluctantly, 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 thought it was fun, but she was happy to learn from Song Zhaodi.

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

On the morning of April 26th, just after eleven o'clock, Song Zhaodi came back from school and planned to cook. He heard Shen Xuancheng's voice faintly, so she took the vegetable bowl and went outside, planning to pick some vegetables.

As soon as she left the house, Song Zhaodi saw that Shen Xuancheng and Xiao Xiurong had arrived in her yard, carrying large and small bags: "You just came back? Haven't you gone home yet?"

"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."