Rebirth of a Village Girl Chapter 1409 - 359: She is the faith of a generation [Full Text Complete] _5
Previously on Rebirth of a Village Girl...
Du Ye was fingering his Buddha Beads with one hand while supporting Mo Erbao of the Mo Family with the other. "Are you unaware that I possess the ability to read fortunes?"
"Tch! You’re just boasting! Why don't you claim to be an immortal fairy while you're at it? You're just like my mother, always bragging!" Zhao Yu rolled her eyes at him dismissively. "I bet you’re just making lucky guesses!"
Fortune telling, of all things!
Next, he’ll probably claim he can ascend to the heavens!
Does he honestly take her for a complete fool?
Du Ye didn't bother wasting his breath arguing with her.
Meanwhile, Mo Erbao’s large eyes were fixed on Du Ye’s Buddha Beads, brimming with curiosity.
Du Ye offered the string to the child. "Here, you can play with it."
"I want to play with them too!" Zhao Yu demanded, reaching out her hand.
Usually, Du Ye guarded those Buddha Beads like a treasure and never permitted anyone to handle them. Zhao Yu was stunned to see him simply hand them over to Mo Zi’an for entertainment.
She was genuinely taken aback.
Du Ye shot her a look. "Do you really think you're the same age as Zi’an?"
Zhao Yu replied with a look of deep grievance, "I honestly wish I were his age, but my status won't permit it..." In the back of her mind, Zhao Yu still perceived herself as a mere child of seven or eight years old!
Du Ye reached out and gave her head a gentle rap. "Right, where is the other one?"
Zhao Yu explained, "Managing all three alone is impossible for me! My father is looking after Xiaobao right now. I'm planning to head over and trade places with him in a bit."
Since Mo Erbao couldn't walk yet, it was a struggle for Zhao Yu to handle two of them at once!
Changing the subject, Zhao Yu asked, "Where is your Er Gouzi kid?"
"Er Gouzi?" Du Ye looked momentarily confused.
Zhao Yu spoke with an air of exasperation, "I mean Du Siyan!"
Even though he had a proper name, Zhao Yu still preferred the nickname Er Gouzi.
It was such a vibrant, loud name! It would be a waste of a great nickname not to use it!
Naturally, within the walls of the grand Du residence, nobody ever referred to Du Siyan by such a name.
If Zhao Yu hadn't brought it up, Du Ye might have forgotten that Du Siyan even had such a nickname.
Du Ye answered, "He should be busy practicing his calligraphy at this hour."
"Whoa! Your Er Gouzi is certainly dedicated! Practicing calligraphy even during the New Year festival?" Zhao Yu was genuinely shocked.
"What else would he be doing?" Du Ye turned his gaze toward her. "Did you expect him to be just like you?"
"Watch your mouth! Who gave you permission to launch personal attacks!" Zhao Yu glared at him fiercely.
Du Ye let out a quiet chuckle but said nothing more, carrying Mo Erbao toward the study.
Zhao Yu followed closely at his heels.
They reached the study a moment later.
Holding Mo Dabao, Zhao Yu wandered off to find her own source of amusement.
Du Ye remained with Mo Erbao.
The toddler was fascinated by the scholar’s four treasures resting on the desk. He grabbed a brush and cried out with excitement, "Brush! Brush!"
"Would you like me to teach you how to write?"
"Monkey!" Mo Erbao nodded vigorously.
With Mo Erbao tucked under one arm, Du Ye guided the boy's small hand with his own and began the lesson. "What shall we write first? How about your name?"
"Monkey!"
Mo Zi’an.
Du Ye wrote the characters in a traditional style. There was no flashy flourish; they were neat, orderly, and almost resembled printed text, making them very pleasing to look at.
Once he finished the name, Du Ye asked, "Shall we try a poem next?"
"Monkey!" The little fellow was clearly enjoying the writing process.
Du Ye showed great patience, instructing him over and over again.
Just then, a servant entered from the hallway, carrying a mobile phone. "Sir, you have a call from Liao City."
Du Ye let go of Mo Zi’an’s hand and took the device, nodding to the servant. "Understood, you may go."
He pressed the phone to his ear. "Hello."
While Du Ye was occupied with the call, Mo Zi’an began to play on his own. First, he dipped his tiny hands directly into the inkstone, then he seized the brush. Both of his hands soon resembled black turtle claws as he stamped one palm print after another across the pristine white rice paper.
Finding this incredibly fun, Mo Zi’an gleefully plunged both hands back into the ink.
Before long, his face, his clothes, and even Du Ye’s face were splattered with black ink.
When Du Ye finally hung up, he turned to see that Mo Zi’an had transformed into a tiny black imp, grinning widely at him.
The only things visible on the boy's darkened face were his rows of white teeth.
Du Ye couldn't help but laugh as he scooped the child up. "You little rascal, look what you've done!"
Mo Zi’an simply giggled in response.
Looking at the chaotic desk and the toppled inkstone, Du Ye immediately understood the full extent of the mischief.