The little girl was even younger, not more than four years old. She wore a pink blouse and ivory hairpins. Two small flower buds were tied on her head, and two thin braids hung from her ears. Her delicate face was fair and round, with pretty eyebrows and eyes. Especially her big eyes, they were like sparkling crystals that seemed to speak, shining brightly.,Old Mr. Lin loved his grandson the most and couldn't bear to see his authority questioned. He puffed on his pipe and shouted, "You are just lazy! There are so many excuses Your sister only followed Fourth Uncle for a year and she became your little teacher, don't you feel ashamed If you don't study hard, you won't be allowed to eat!",Unfortunately, the plan was good, but one day in a dream I felt myself being pulled, no matter how much I struggled. When I woke up, I was the third generation of the Lin family, the youngest and only child.。