Rebirth of a Village Girl

Chapter 1409: 359: She is the faith of a generation [Full Text Complete] _5

Du Ye was twirling the Buddha Beads in one hand and holding Mo Erbao of the Mo Family in the other, "Don’t you know I can tell fortunes?"

"Tch! You’re bragging! Why don’t you say you’re a fairy? Just like my mom, always boasting!" Zhao Yu rolled her eyes at him, "I think you’re just guessing blindly!"

Fortune telling indeed!

Why doesn’t he say he can ascend to the heavens too?

Does he really think she’s a big fool?

Du Ye didn’t bother to argue with her.

Mo Erbao kept staring at Du Ye’s Buddha Beads, his big eyes full of curiosity.

Du Ye handed the Buddha Beads to him, "Here, play with it."

"I want to play too!" Zhao Yu reached out to him.

Du Ye usually treasured that string of Buddha Beads and never let anyone touch it. Zhao Yu didn’t expect that Du Ye would hand the Buddha Beads to Mo Zi’an to play with.

She was somewhat surprised.

Du Ye glanced at her, "Are you the same age as Zi’an?"

Zhao Yu said very aggrievedly, "I wish I was his age, but my capabilities won’t allow it..." In Zhao Yu’s subconscious, she always felt like she was still a seven or eight-year-old child!

Du Ye reached out his hand and knocked on her head lightly, "Right, where’s the other one?"

Zhao Yu said, "I can’t handle all three by myself! My dad’s taking care of Xiaobao. I’m planning to go and swapped him out later."

If Mo Erbao couldn’t walk, it would be tough for Zhao Yu to manage two!

Continuing, Zhao Yu asked, "Where’s your Er Gouzi kid?"

"Er Gouzi?" Du Ye was a bit stunned.

Zhao Yu said speechlessly, "It’s Du Siyan!"

Even though Du Siyan has his name, Zhao Yu still prefers to call him Er Gouzi.

It’s such a loud name, Er Gouzi!

What a great name, it would be a shame not to use it!

Of course, in this large Du family house, typically no one calls Du Siyan by that name.

If Zhao Yu hadn’t mentioned it, Du Ye would almost forget that Du Siyan had such a name.

Du Ye continued, "At this time, he should be practicing calligraphy."

"Whoa! Your Er Gouzi is so diligent! Practicing calligraphy during the big New Year!" Zhao Yu was stunned.

"What else would he be doing?" Du Ye turned to look at Zhao Yu, "Did you think he was like you?"

"Talk normally! Who told you to attack me personally!" Zhao Yu glared at him.

Du Ye chuckled without saying a word, holding Mo Erbao as he walked towards the study room.

Zhao Yu followed closely behind.

Soon, they arrived at the study room.

Zhao Yu, holding Mo Dabao, went off to find something fun for herself.

Du Ye held Mo Erbao.

Mo Erbao was very interested in the scholar’s four treasures on the table, grabbing a brush and exclaimed excitedly, "Brush! Brush!"

"Should I teach you how to write?"

"Monkey!" Mo Erbao nodded.

Du Ye holding Mo Erbao in one arm, grasped Mo Erbao’s small hand with the other, and began teaching him how to write, "What shall we write? How about we write your name?"

"Monkey!"

Soon, three large characters appeared on the paper.

Mo Zi’an.

Du Ye wrote the characters in traditional style, without any special flair, neat and tidy, almost like print, especially pleasing to the eye.

After writing Mo Zi’an’s name, Du Ye continued, "Shall we write a poem next?"

"Monkey!" The little guy especially loved writing.

Du Ye was patient, teaching him again and again.

At this moment, a servant walked in from outside, holding a mobile phone, "Sir, your call from Liao City."

Du Ye released Mo Zi’an’s hand, took the phone, and said to the servant, "Alright, you can leave now."

He then held the phone to his ear, "Hello."

While Du Ye was on the phone, Mo Zi’an began playing freely. First, he grabbed ink from the inkstone with his small hands, then grabbed the brush, both hands turning into black turtle claws, leaving palm prints one after another on the white rice paper.

Perhaps thinking this was quite fun, Mo Zi’an was delighted, stuffing both hands into the inkstone.

Soon, his face, clothes, and even Du Ye’s face were stained with ink.

Once Du Ye finished the call, he realized that Mo Zi’an had turned into a little black imp, grinning at him.

All over his body, only Mo Zi’an’s row of white teeth was visible.

Du Ye chuckled, then quickly picked up Mo Zi’an, "Little rascal, what did you do?"

Mo Zi’an only knew how to giggle.

Du Ye looked at the messy desk and the overturned inkstone, instantly figuring out what had happened.