Milk Bun Ming Han: "Okay."
Brother Min Rui had also finished writing. The principal and several teachers were standing beside him.
"Square and upright, Luo Mingrui, your writing is very good."
The principal looked at the characters written by Xiao Ming Rui and handed the notebook to the child's homeroom teacher. "Teacher Cui, take a look."
After Teacher Cui had a look, beaming with smiles, she praised, "Luo Mingrui's writing has improved significantly compared to before the summer break." The other teachers also looked at it, and some of the parents out of curiosity gathered around to pass around Xiao Ming Rui's writing.
Murmurs of admiration were incessant.
Just then, Kang Li inadvertently saw an accordion on an office desk, an instrument that, to her, was antique. She had seen it among her grandfather's collection and had learned how to play it with him.
According to her grandfather, the accordion had been a gift from an elder in the family when he was young.
