No one taught Lu Lin how to hold a pen, so he wrote numbers by mimicking them according to his own ideas. Now, with Fu Xiaoxiao carefully guiding him, Lu Lin learned the correct forms of each stroke and naturally became more confident in his writing.
He could even infer other numbers beyond ten, writing very carefully.
Fu Xiaoxiao watched as Lu Chen curiously observed his brother writing with a matchstick, eyes filled with envy.
"Come, Xiao Chen, you should follow along too. You're supposed to start kindergarten now; it's time for some education." Fu Xiaoxiao smiled and went to the kitchen to fetch a slightly smaller stick, placing it in Lu Chen's hand, teaching him as well.
Lu Chen was still very young, his strength insufficient, and though he held the stick seriously, his writing was crooked and uneven like caterpillars.
Fu Xiaoxiao thought for a moment and then decided to let Lu Chen draw horizontal and vertical lines instead.
