Wang An's small body hides ambition that has never faded, but he is not able to do more now. All he has to do is wait and endure quietly.

But he really couldn't stand Wang Xiaomo. Her love for whistles had surpassed the limits of human beings. After she learned a nursery rhyme in kindergarten, she tried to blew the nursery rhyme with a whistle. The originally monotonous and sharp whistle became sometimes short, sometimes long, and irregularly noisy. Li Hui and Wang Zhongtai couldn't stand her. They felt that she should have become interested in music, so they bought a violin and gave Wang Xiaomo to learn the violin.

Li Hui and Wang Zhongtai's decision was obviously a more wrong decision. Wang Xiaomo's enthusiasm for the whistle was slightly cool, but she loved the violin more. However, she obviously had no talent, and the family had to start to endure her violin playing like a tug of warp again.

"Wang Xiaomo, you must have been a lumberjack in your previous life!" Wang An said to Wang Xiaomo.

At this time, Li Hui was nagging with several neighbors in the pavilion of the community, boasting about Wang An's language talent. Over the past year, Wang Anxun gradually showed his genius. The entire community knew that Li Hui's son was over three years old, but he was able to conduct basic conversations in fluent English, and could speak a certain degree of Japanese and English, and sang "The Sea and the Sky" in Cantonese.

Such a child prodigy has always been the one that parents talked about the most. Li Hui was proudly teaching her experience of teaching her children. Wang An was playing in the garden next to him. Wang Xiaomo was playing with the violin seriously, constantly making tug-of-warming sounds.

Without considering the noise she brought, Wang An felt that Wang Xiaomo's characteristics were still very good, because no matter how she did it, she would do it seriously as long as it was something she did, and never cared about how failed she did it. No matter whether others criticized or praised it, she insisted day after day, making Wang An feel that Wang Xiaomo was born with a heart that was not sure whether it was dull or strong.

"I am your sister, you can't just call my name!" Wang Xiaomo taught Wang An a lesson, his ponytail was raised and he looked very serious.

"You're not going to have a tug of war, I'll call you sister." Wang An had no choice. Wang Xiaomo would go wherever he went. She and her mother maintained the same habits and always refused to let Wang An out of their sight. Either Wang Xiaomo stared at Wang An or Li Hui stared at Wang An.

"No, I will become a big musician like Edison in the future. I must work hard since I was a child!" Wang Xiaomo said proudly.

"Edison is an electrician!" Wang An patted his forehead.

"Yeah?"

"yes!"

"Did I remember it wrong?" Wang Xiaomo looked at Wang An suspiciously, without thinking that his younger brother was a child prodigy at all, so he should be more powerful and more accurate.

"A big mistake."

"Maybe there is a great musician named Edison, but no one knows it." Wang Xiaomo had no intention of admitting his mistake at all, and no longer discussed this topic that made her lose face with her brother, and continued to tug of war.

Seeing her tense face and continuing to work hard without any progress, Wang An didn't know what to say, so he took the Rubik's Cube in his hand and stayed away from her.

If you can see Wang An, Wang Xiaomo will not follow him.

After Wang An played for a while, a boy of seven or eight years old came over, spit at Wang An, and cursed: "Mr. Wang, you will have meningitis tomorrow and become an idiot!"

Wang An widened his eyes. Although he was indeed easy to offend people and had erected many enemies, he never thought that he would be cursed like this by a boy of seven or eight years old. What happened?

"Zhao Datong, are you scolding my brother?" Wang Xiaomo ran over with his violin in his back, his braid jumped.

Wang Xiaomo was very alert. She was like a little female beast in the forest. She always paid attention to whether the small animals in her family were threatened by other beasts. When she saw the little boy running over, she would no longer have a warp.

"Bah, I just want to scold him, scold him to death... It's because of your brother, my mother asks me to learn English every day, and she doesn't even buy Transformers for me!" Zhao Datong said angrily.

On the road of life, there is always a child from a relative or neighbor. He is well-behaved and smart, he is excellent in his studies, and he is always praised. He always spends the winter vacation with a double percentage in the final exam, gets more New Year's money than you, and then he is repeatedly mentioned in front of you by adults in an example tone. Whenever he is present, you always lower your head and endure the adults taking you to compare with him...

For Zhao Datong, Wang An is such a neighbor's child, so Zhao Datong hates Wang An, who is only over three years old.

"You are just an idiot. Is it because of meningitis?" Wang Xiaomo retorted. Although he was only a little over five years old, he also knew what meningitis was. Because he had been vaccinated, Wang Xiaomo felt in pain when he was given the injection, so he still remembered the reason for the injection.

"Wang Xiaomo, don't meddle in other people's business!" Zhao Datong waved his fist at Wang Xiaomo.

"You idiot, he is my brother. Why am I meddling for nostalgia when you bully him?" Wang Xiaomo waved the violin in his hand unwillingly, and then continued to curse: "Idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot i

Zhao Datong's cheeks were red, "Don't say I bullied girls!"

After saying that, Zhao Datong snatched Mr. Wang's cube and threw it on the ground. He spat at Wang An again, and then looked at Wang An proudly.

Wang An wiped off the saliva from his arm and looked at Zhao Datong. Of course, he would not be angry about the revenge of the children. He was such a poor child. Why didn’t parents understand this? He always compared other people’s children with his own children. In fact, it would not be a slight motivational effect. This is an educational method that makes children very disgusted and even plays a negative role.

Wang An remembered his princess again, and soon he should be able to see her.

Wang An was spitting on his face here, but Wang Xiaomo stopped doing it. He found that Zhao Datong was bullying his younger brother like this. He raised his legs and kicked Zhao Datong's crotch. No matter how old the man was, he was fragile here. Zhao Datong was in pain. Wang Xiaomo picked up the guitar bow in his hand and strangled Zhao Datong's neck.

"Wang Xiaomo, let go!" Wang An was shocked, not expecting that Wang Xiaomo was so cruel.

Zhao Datong felt difficulty breathing, coughed a few times and then struggled. After all, he was three years older than Wang Xiaomo and a chubby boy. He grabbed Wang Xiaomo and broke free, and then started a fight with Wang Xiaomo. Wang Xiaomo lost his early advantage and was pushed into the flowerbed by Zhao Datong.

"Zhao Datong, stop!" Seeing Zhao Datong angry, she seemed to have no intention of letting Wang Xiaomo go, Wang An ran over and pulled Zhao Datong's pants down.

For a little boy of this age, being taken off his pants in front of a girl was undoubtedly a great humiliation. Zhao Datong quickly grabbed his pants and planned to cause trouble for Wang An.

Wang Xiaomo had already taken the opportunity to get up, and trotted over without hesitation, kicked Zhao Datong in the ass. Zhao Datong was unstable and immediately fell to eat shit.

Zhao Datong felt the pain in his nose. When he touched his nose, blood was flowing, and he couldn't help but cry out in fear.

"The people who bully my brother will die!" Wang Xiaomo read the newly learned lines in the TV series, picked up his violin arrogantly, held Wang An's little hand and prepared to go home.

"Wang Xiaomo, you are in trouble." Wang An felt her warm little hands. Sure enough, people are different from others. Some people are always particularly indifferent and it is difficult to develop feelings for him no matter what. However, girls like Wang Xiaomo are different. For her, this sense of responsibility is inherent in her attention and care for her relatives.

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Chapter completed!