[90s] The Husband Of A Financial Tycoon

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    When Zhuang Xing returned to the island city, it was already 10 o'clock in the morning. Shen Xiuzhu in Xingfu Street woke up leisurely. He lay on the bed lazily, and saw his grandfather opened the door and walked in and said, "Aren't you hungry? Little Zhuzi." Zhou

    Xuejun Envy, people get old and sleep less, he can't sleep all night, sometimes he can always dream of his dead lover when he falls asleep, it's because he is too greedy, anxious to touch the person in his dream, every time he is caught wake up. Seeing his little grandson sleep so long every day, he is only worried that the child will be hungry.

    "Hungry!" Shen Xiuzhu also ate fried skewers last night, it was strange that as long as he was full before going to bed, he would wake up very hungry the next day.

    Zhou Xuejun told him to brush his teeth and come down for breakfast, then turned around and went downstairs. Shen Xiuzhu got up obediently, tied his black hair skillfully behind his head, went downstairs and brushed his teeth and washed his face in the yard. He ate porridge and boiled eggs for breakfast. After he was full, he wanted to go out to find Zhuang Xing Wan, my brother said to take him to sell glue today.

    "Grandpa, I'm going to find my brother..." Shen Xiuzhu grabbed his grandfather's study door and reported to him.

    Zhou Xuejun remembered that Zhuang Xing had left in the morning, he turned around and waved to his grandson, and when Shen Xiuzhu stood in front of him, he said: "Brother is going back to the island city to do some business, we will practice calligraphy today, and we will look for him when he comes back." Is he playing well?"

    Shen Xiuzhu pinched the corner of his clothes and pouted his mouth, he was not happy. Zhou Xuejun patted his grandson's frail shoulder with a smile in his heart and said, "Look, you've been playing crazy with your brother for ten days, and you don't want to accompany grandpa to learn how to read. You don't want grandpa?"

    Grandpa was really kind to him. The gentle and kind grandpa belonged to him alone. How could he make grandpa unhappy because of his kindness? Shen Xiuzhu nodded immediately, and said obediently: "I want grandpa! I'll practice calligraphy today..."

    Zhou Xuejun put away his creation and brought a new piece of paper. Shen Xiuzhu stood at the desk in front of the window, and he stood behind his grandson, guiding I watched my little grandson practice brush calligraphy. At this time, Xiao Zhuzi's wrist was weak, and the handwriting was crooked and crooked, which was horrible. But Zhou Xuejun patiently and rigorously educated his little grandson, knowledge is desirable, and children who are willing to love learning knowledge deserve to be respected.

    Shen Xiuzhu forced himself to concentrate on practicing calligraphy. He practiced for 2 hours this afternoon without making a fuss. In the past, he would throw away his pen when he was thirsty, pissed, and hungry. He wanted to please his grandpa. He asked Grandpa: "Grandpa, how do you write my brother's name?"

    Zhou Xuejun just took off his glasses and was massaging the bridge of his nose. When he heard him ask this, he put on his glasses again, picked up another brush and wrote "Zhuang Xing" in italics, and Shen Xiuzhu Just copying, on a piece of white paper, there is the 'Shen Xiuzhu' he just practiced, and then there are countless words of 'Zhuang Xing'.

    The second day after Zhuang Xing left Xingfu Street, Shen Xiuzhu was able to write the word "Zhuang Xing" without looking at his grandfather's demonstration. He put down his pen to look at the wall clock, and it was only 2 p.m. Come on, has he only practiced calligraphy for an hour? He obviously felt that he had been writing all afternoon. He looked back at the thick and densely written paper, and made up his mind to leave the study. Grandpa was listening to the radio in the living room.