Haitong smiled, "Okay, okay, I won't talk, you talk to mom."

Hai Ling said with a smile on the phone: "It's good to be able to write like this. He hasn't learned to write for a long time. He is still young and lacks quality. If he can sit down and write for an hour, he is worthy of praise."

Yangyang was very happy, and he also felt that he was worthy of praise.

Thinking of his friend writing 㱕, Yangyang stopped laughing and said, "Mom, Long Ting is still better at writing 㱕 than me."

"Long Ting learned to write earlier than you, and he often copies books, so it's normal for him to be better than you. Don't rush, take your time. One day, you can write as well as Long Ting."

After being comforted by her mother, Yangyang smiled again.

He is an optimistic person. When encountering something unhappy, he will quickly forget it and continue to be happy.

Both his mother and his aunt have told him that at his age, happiness is the most important thing, and he should not be in a hurry when studying, and take his time.

He also told him not to compare with Long Ting. Teacher Long Ting was different and too good to be compared to ordinary people.

Moreover, Long Ting was often forced to do so because he was burdened with a blood feud.

Relatively speaking, he is much luckier than Long Ting, so there is no need to compare and he can spend his childhood happily. Compared with ordinary children of the same age, he is better than many people.

Therefore, even if Yangyang knew that he was inferior to Long Ting in some aspects, he never felt inferior. He was still very confident, cheerful, lively, and optimistic.

His world is full of love.

"Mom, I don't want to compete with Long Ting, and I don't study medicine. I just copy medical books. I am accompanying him to prevent him from getting bored alone."

The two are good friends.

My aunt said that it would be beneficial and harmless for him to copy the books.

In this world, the best people for him are his mother and aunt.

When Yangyang said something to his aunt, it was a sign of trust.

Since his aunt said it was good for him and harmless, he could just copy it and practice calligraphy.

After the Chinese New Year, when school starts, and he returns to kindergarten, he will be able to write so well that he can compete with his second- and third-generation rich classmates.

"Well, no. Did you have fun these two days?"

Hai Ling asked her son gently.

Yangyang replied: "I'm happy. I'm happy every day. I'm so happy that I don't even want to go home. My aunt says I'm just happy. What's the point of being happy?"

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