"Big brother, do you think my writing is nice?" Xiao Rui ran up to Xue An excitedly, carefully holding a piece of paper in her hand.
On the paper were three large characters.
Qian Xirui.
Xue An picked it up and looked at it carefully, "Not bad!"
"Really?" Xiao Rui's eyes shone with joy.
Xue An nodded and smiled: "You've only been learning for a few days, and to be able to write like this is indeed very impressive!"
In the past few days, Xue An taught the children in his spare time how to write.
Among them, Xiao Rui had made the fastest progress.
Within just a few days, she could skillfully write many characters, the best-written being the name Xue An had given her.
Receiving praise from Xue An, Xiao Rui smiled even more happily, "My mom, after seeing my written name, was so happy that she burst into tears, and said that we must thank you properly, big brother!"
Xue An smiled but said nothing.
