He had been waiting at this airport for a week, and he never left day and night. Even though he was kicked away by the airport security personnel several times, he still came back shamelessly.
Ji Zefeng knew that An Rui would definitely come to the airport.
Perhaps it was his determination that finally allowed him to wait for An Rui back.
"Why?" An Rui was puzzled.
Ji Zefeng just smiled knowingly, turned sideways and opened his hands to An Rui.
"can you give me a hug?"
Because I miss you so much...I'm going crazy thinking about you...
He needs her hug to comfort him.
An Rui didn't move, and Ji Zefeng took the initiative to hug her.
"Let me tell you a story!" Ji Zefeng said with a smile.
An Rui tilted her head slightly and asked curiously: "What story?"
"The story of the bee and the stamen! That's the promise we made!"
Ji Zefeng let go of An Rui, bent down and took out a picture album from the suitcase, and handed it to An Rui.
I remember my childhood in my memories...
"Anry, say to uncle - fly, fly." Duanmu Li took the English-Chinese picture card and patiently taught the little anry (An Rui) who was sitting on his lap, as beautiful and cute as a doll.
She has a pair of big dark blue eyes that are as clear as crystal and beautiful, and a head of curly amber hair. On her fair and tender face, her little mouth pouted, and she muttered: "Flies - flies
——”
Duanmu Li nodded with satisfaction, then picked up a bee picture card and taught: "Bee, bee."
“Ji (honey) bee—Ji (honey) bee—”
"Anry, it's honey, not Ji. Bee, not Ji bee——"
"Ji (bee) bee——" little Anry read it happily.
Duanmu Li suddenly had a headache.
It’s really difficult to teach a foreign child to read Chinese!
Not only did he have to teach little anry to read Chinese, he also had to teach little anry to write Chinese.
Duanmu Li was a little puzzled. Jin Xi and Yaluo both learned Chinese so well, why their little daughter just couldn't learn Chinese well.
Is it possible that there are “wrong codes” in genetic inheritance?!
When little Anry was a child, she was trained in this way by her Uncle Li.
Even if you can’t read Chinese well, you still have to write Chinese characters beautifully!
At that time, Duanmu Li made up his mind to let little Anry write Chinese characters beautifully.
That evening...
Duanmu Li took five-year-old Anry to the supermarket...
While Duanmu Li was picking things, little Anry ran to the stationery area and looked curiously at a little boy who was crawling on the ground and drawing.
Little Anry walked over, squatted down next to the little boy, and looked at the little boy's paintings with his curious little head.
The little boy looked up inadvertently and saw a pair of big dark blue eyes breaking into his field of vision.
"What's your name?" little Anry tilted his head and asked childishly.
The little boy stood up from the ground, tiptoed to pick up another box of watercolor pens from the shelf beside him, and replied: "Ji Zefeng."
"bee!" Little Anry clearly remembers that her uncle gave her the word "Ji Feng" which means "bee".
"I'm not called Bee!" the little boy said dissatisfied.