"When Dad has nothing better to do, and can't bother Mom, he messes with the two of us, pushing us to learn calligraphy, making us recite a Tang poem every day…"
Little Sheng Sheng, the little trendy kid, leans lazily against a pillar, his heart in turmoil but his face calm: "I'm just a three-year-old kid, alright? Why do I have to learn calligraphy so early? Plus, calligraphy is the most annoying thing, I'd rather learn to play with guns like Brother Wubai!"
Little Zun Zun, feeling the same pain, immediately jumps down, frantically saying: "Right, I also want to learn horseback riding. Daddy promised to teach us, but he forgot about it after Mommy came along, hmph hmph..."
Not gonna happen!
Zun Zun pulls Sheng Sheng's hand: "Come on, let's ask Dad to teach us horseback riding!"
Sheng Sheng refuses: "Dad's got a stinky face right now. I'm not going. If I go, he'll definitely make me recite a Tang poem. I want to play with guns! So cool!"
