He Felt Slightly Proud Of This!

Ye Yang was sitting down and resting underneath the roof. He looked at them as they slowly drove the bullock-cart out the door.

"Yang, since you aren't going anywhere for a while, do you want to practice writing?" Ye Ling turned around, came underneath the roof, and looked at him.

He would always remind his oldest brother every day because Yang wasn't very interested in writing.

Liu Duo said they should practice writing when they were free. They didn't need to know how to write every word, but they should at least be able to write their names, even with their eyes closed.

When Ye Yang heard him, he got up, went to sit at the table, and nodded. "Okay."

Ye Ling brought the paper and brushes over and the two of them then practiced writing quietly at the table…