Liu Yinyin knew Su Xuexuan loved to learn since she could teach him how to write when he was two. He would use a wooden stick to write on the ground as a daily practice.
Now that Su Xuexuan could go to school and have his own study, he felt thrilled and excited every day. He said thoughtfully, "I have to study hard, Mother."
"Yes, but don't overdo it. You're still young and have to go to bed early," Liu Yinyin was delighted when her son said those words, but she knew he was still young and did not want him to overdo it.
"Okay," Su Xuexuan said as he sat on his heated bed and played with the blocks Su Binglan had made for him and his brother.
Liu Yinyin said, "You must remind your brother to go to bed early, too, understand?"
"Yes, Mom, I got it," Su Xuehai's voice was soft and cute, making his mother happy.
Liu Yinyin hugged him before putting him on the bed. Then she carefully looked around her children's room and noticed how different the decoration style was.
