poor little understand

Lin Muting never knew that his name could be so touching when someone pronounced it.

For the first time, he thanked Lin Mingcheng for giving him this name, which allowed him to be praised by Lin Junchuo.

"Yes, yes." Lin Muting nodded desperately, his face flushed a little because of excitement, "This is the song."

Seeing that he was so excited that he even forgot to eat, Lin Junchuo pointed to the white rice that was already on the table with his eyes, "This is the chopped pepper fish head and silkworm vegetables that you asked for, don't eat them up , but I'm sorry for the chefs in the kitchen."

It takes a long time to prepare this dish of chopped pepper fish head, but it takes more effort to make this dish well.Seeing the child's thin appearance, Lin Junchuo couldn't help but want him to eat more and grow more flesh.

Little boys need to eat fat to be healthy.What's more, Lin Muting vomited for so long just now, I'm afraid he vomited out all the food he ate yesterday, and he must be hungry now.

"Well, I will, sir." Lin Muting was indeed hungry, and just as he picked up the bowl, he saw Lin Junchuo scooped a large spoonful of fish meat from the plate in front of him.

He looked up at Lin Junchuo's plate, and found that Lin Junchuo himself didn't even move his chopsticks, but he was the first to pick up the food for himself.

Lin Junchuo, who was raised by traditional gentleman education, has become instinctive to take care of underage children. He even picked out the few bones in the fish, "Eat fish slowly, this chopped pepper smells like A bit spicy...."

He hadn't finished speaking when he saw tears on the face of the smiling young man in front of him.

The man sighed invisibly, took out the handkerchief on his body, and wiped away the teardrops that kept rolling down for the boy, "Why do you love to cry so much?"

Lin Muting also didn't want to cry like a girl.

He just suddenly discovered that in his family for more than ten years, it was never him who took the first bite of food, it must be his father.Mom buys meals and furniture according to Dad's preferences, and even the clothes he wears follow Dad's usual clothes.

Dad usually has a light taste, and their family also eats light meals.When eating, Dad can talk, but when he speaks, his mother will say that he is uneducated.Mom will serve dad a good meal, pick up vegetables for dad, and criticize dad, and never control him.

Dad deservedly enjoys it all.

"Yes... I'm sorry, I don't usually cry that much, I just, just..." Lin Muting suppressed his tears, trying to explain his gaffe.

Lin Junchuo patted his head, and his voice softened, "Everyone has a bad mood, and crying is not a girl's patent. Well, wipe your tears, the food is getting cold, eat quickly."

Lin Muting was afraid that he would offend Lin Junchuo, so he quickly nodded obediently.

In one day, I only saw someone else's child so gaffe twice in one day, and it would be hard for him to like him.In front of Lin Junchuo, not only did he fail to show his good side, but he lost his composure again and again, and he was extremely annoyed.

Lin Junchuo saw that his head was almost down into the bowl, so he picked up a piece of beef for Lin Muting and teased him, "We are here for dinner, not for bowl."

"I'm sorry!" Lin Muting apologized immediately without even thinking about it.

"A kid, you apologize to me all day long." Lin Junchuo shook his head, "You didn't do anything to apologize, Mu Ting, do you understand?"

Lin Muting ate the beef that Lin Junchuo gave him, carefully looked at Lin Junchuo's expression, and seeing that he was really not angry, he said in a low voice, "I understand, sir."

Such a strict tone, an anxious expression, and such a good read of people's faces.Only children who have not been treated well and valued for a long time will be raised with this kind of temperament.

Lin Junchuo suppressed the speculation in his heart, "You can call me uncle, we are of the same race."

Lin Muting responded, but made up his mind not to call out uncle.

When the two of them were about to finish their meal, Lin Junchuo seemed to think of something, "Mu Ting, if you have any difficulties in your family, if I can, just bring it up."

When he brought Lin Muting in, he had thought of recognizing Lin Muting as his adopted son.Although Lin Muting was only one of the candidates, he didn't mind, and he gave Lin Mingcheng's family some convenience in some small matters.

Lin Muting cried like this today. A child of this age is either for school or for family affairs.

"No!" Lin Muting immediately denied it, and even stood up from the chair, "I just cried because I was not feeling well. There is nothing wrong with my family, really!"

Lin Junchuo raised his eyebrows, "I believe in you. Well, let's do your homework after dinner. High school students in China, thousands of troops cross the single-plank bridge, and you are still the most difficult time."

.......

After Lin Muting finished the questions, he rubbed his sore neck, stood up and moved his limbs and waist for a few minutes, walked out of the bedroom, came to the living room to drink some water, found that the light in the study was still on, Lin Junchuo turned on He opened the door and was concentrating on writing.

In today's era, with the popularity of the Internet and mobile phones, there are fewer and fewer people writing, let alone writing with a brush.Lin Muting walked into Lin Junchuo's study room, and carefully looked at the man splashing ink under the soft light.

This man always seems to like some old and traditional things, such as tea making, calligraphy, furniture furnishings, and even the yard where he lives uses the name of the yard in Lingering Garden.

The man opened and closed his handwriting, with a careless laziness in his whole body. What he wrote was not the usual regular script, but an eclectic running script.

The short song "No Clothes" caught Lin Muting's eyes, as if he saw the gold and iron horses on the battlefield, fighting hand to hand, swords, swords and crossbows, and drums whistling like mountains and rivers.

Qi said without clothes?Go with the child.Master Wang Yuxing, repair my spear.Have hatred with the son!

Lin Junchuo must have taken a shower, his hair was not dried, and there were traces of water between his brows and eyes after a bath, with a deadly charm of elegance that seduced everyone who passed by.

"Have you ever learned calligraphy?" Lin Junchuo's magnetic and gentle voice that is unique to mature men came, waking up Lin Muting who was still in his dream.

"I have practiced copybooks myself." Lin Muting lowered his head, a little afraid to look at Lin Junchuo, "The writing is like a dog crawling, it's ugly."

He is just like what his mother Dong Jianing said, he is a worthless person.

Lin Junchuo looked at the young man in front of him who seemed to be scolded, and sighed inexplicably in his heart. He put down the hair in his hand, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, walked in front of the young man, and put his hands on the young man's shoulders, "Mu Ting, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting!" Whether it’s a piano or a violin, unless you make a living from it, it’s just a hobby. The so-called hobby is just for icing on the cake, it doesn’t matter.”

He picked up the milk on the thermostatic coaster and handed it to the young man, "I asked about your calligraphy because I know that if you write well, it will be good for your exams."

Lin Muting was holding warm milk, and the heat rising from the cup blurred his vision. He suddenly mustered up the greatest courage in his life, and grabbed the corner of Lin Junchuo's clothes, "Can you teach me how to write, sir?" ?”

"Sure. But you have to go to bed first, it's almost twelve o'clock, classmate Lin Muting." Lin Junchuo said.