Meng Yan's Transformation

"Mengyan, how do you lead your three nieces to study? Why do you make our little Jiaojiao so wronged?" Yunqing walked into the room and saw Zhan Jiaojiao pouting with tears in her eyes, so she asked Zhan Mengyan.

Before Zhan Mengyan could answer, Zhan Jiaojiao threw herself into Yunqing's arms and burst into tears, saying, "Grandma, Zhan Zhuozhuo bullied me and slandered me, saying that I despised Aunt Mengyan's dirty green hands... wuwu... wuwu..."

Zhan Zhuozhuo was very angry when he saw Zhan Jiaojiao's aggrieved look. He angrily pulled Zhan Jiaojiao out of Yunqing's arms and said, "Zhan Jiaojiao, you are the first to complain. Aunt Mengyan has been coaxing you for a long time, but you just don't want to write. You have to let Aunt Mengyan wash the green off your hands before you are willing to write. Aunt Mengyan washed her hands until they were broken, but she couldn't wash off the green on her hands. There is no other way. Aunt Mengyan will discuss with you. She will wear gloves to teach you to write. It is so uncomfortable to wear gloves in this hot weather. Besides, Aunt Mengyan has a wound on her hand. If she covers it with gloves, the wound will easily fester and be infected with bacteria."

"Grandma, Mom, you see, Zhan Zhuozhuo is still mean to me..." Zhan Jiaojiao cried loudly.

"Zhuozhuo, grandma's good granddaughter, listen to grandma. You are the elder sister, you should know how to cherish your younger sister and not be mean to her. Look, your younger sister is crying out of grievance. Zhuozhuo feels sorry for Aunt Mengyan, which shows that Zhuozhuo is a kind and good child. But you have to reason with your younger sister in a gentle tone, not a harsh one. Once you are mean to your younger sister, she won't listen to what you say and will just cry." Yunqing said gently.

"Okay, okay, sister Jiaojiao, I won't be mean to you anymore. Don't cry. After you finish the homework that Aunt Mengyan assigned to you, I will take you to watch Sanpang learn to ride a bicycle." Zhan Zhuozhuo changed his stiff tone to become gentle.

When Zhan Jiaojiao heard about seeing people riding bicycles, her eyes lit up and she immediately stopped crying and asked, "Sister Zhuozhuo, is it true?"

"Really, really, when has Sister Zhuozhuo ever lied to Sister Jiaojiao? Let's all hurry up and finish the homework assigned by Aunt Mengyan," Zhan Zhuozhuo replied.

Zhan Jiaojiao hurriedly picked up her pen and notebook and went to the study table to do her homework.

Zhan Zhuozhuo and Zhan Qiqi also quickly started to do their summer homework.

The room finally returned to silence, with only the "swish" sound of pen touching paper being heard.

Yunqing and Guihua felt relieved when they saw the children doing their homework seriously. They smiled knowingly and did their work.

"Aunt Mengyan, I have finished my summer homework today. Do you think what I wrote is correct?" Zhan Qiqi handed her summer homework book to Zhan Mengyan and said.

Zhan Mengyan carefully corrected Zhan Qiqi's summer homework.

"You got these two questions wrong. Qiqi, please correct them." Zhan Mengyan handed her the summer homework that she had marked.

Zhan Zhuozhuo and Zhan Jiaojiao also handed in their summer homework for Zhan Mengyan to mark.

"Okay, you have finished your homework today. Let me apply some anti-inflammatory powder to Mengyan's "green crisp hands." Guihua said, putting down the work in her hands. She took out the anti-inflammatory powder and sprinkled it on the wound on Zhan Mengyan's fingers.

"Mom, the name you gave to Aunt Mengyan's green hands, 'Green and Soft Hands', is very nice." Zhan Qiqi said.

"Mom, how could you come up with such an elegant name? I learned it from your grandma. One day I saw a poem written by your grandma, which included the line 'Red Soft Hands and Yellow Rattan Wine. ' It sounded very nice, so I changed it today. I feel that your aunt's hands are more worthy of the name 'Green Soft Hands'." Guihua said proudly.

"Mom, what poem did you write? Please read it to us." Zhan Mengyan asked.

“I want to hear it too…”

"I want to hear it too..."

"I want to hear it too..."

The three children also followed suit.

"I don't have that much ability. It's a poem written by Lu You, a famous writer, historian and patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty of my country, called "Phoenix Hairpin and Red and Soft Hands." Yunqing said.

Yun cleared her throat and said, "I will read to you the poem "Red and Soft Hands" written by Lu You."

"The Phoenix Hairpin and Red Tender Hands" Song Dynasty Lu You

Red tender hands, yellow rattan wine. The whole city is full of spring colors and the palace walls are covered with willows. The east wind is bad, and the joy is thin. A heart full of sorrow, years of separation. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

Spring is the same as before, but I am thinner. The red tears soak through the silk gauze. The peach blossoms fall, and the pool pavilion is empty. Although the mountain oath is still there, it is difficult to entrust a brocade letter. Mo Mo Mo. "