There is no old man who does not love lively children.

Feng Ruohua looked Song Ci up and down, and the initial impression was very good.

"My name is Feng Ruohua, Feng Tang Yi Lao's Feng, Ruohua He Guang's Ruohua. The short paragraph I memorized just now is from Qu Yuan's "Chu Ci Tianwen", do you know what it means?"

Song Ci turned his head to look at Li Shengnan, and replied with a smile:

"My mother told me that once upon a time there was a little girl named Song Ci, she had a good friend named Feng Tang and a good friend named Qu Yuan, and I knew their stories and articles. ”

Li Shengnan cleared his throat in embarrassment and looked up at the sky.

Well, the stars are so round tonight!

Song Ci secretly poked and poked at his mother, and then turned around and replied seriously:

"Feng Tang is an unlucky guy who has never met talents, and by the time the superior remembers to use him, he is already old;

Qu Yuan was not very lucky. As soon as Chu Ci came out, the clothes were written by the people, not a generation. "Lisao" and "Tianwen" are both masterpieces that have been passed down for centuries.

It's really a pity that such a talented man ended up throwing himself into Miluo. That Song Ci tried hard to save him, but he was still a step late, so he had to propose the Dragon Boat Festival to commemorate him. ”

Li Shengnan coughed twice heavily, interrupting his daughter's words.

After she told these stories casually at the time, she forgot all about them, and it was difficult for her to repeat them word for word;

Unexpectedly, I was firmly remembered by my daughter, and I learned it to others as it was, and I was embarrassed if I was not careful.

It seems that the girl not only forgets it, but also forgets it.

I knew that I wouldn't have talked nonsense in front of her.

"Answer whatever you ask, don't talk about useless things. ”

Li Shengnan's face was hot, and he pretended to be calm and made it clear to his daughter.

Song Ci is as good as a stream, oh replied:

"Xihe has not yet been raised, what is the light of Ruohua, what is the warmth of winter? What is the cold of summer? These words mean that Xihe has not traveled in the sun, why does the flower of Ruomu shine? Where is the winter warm? Where is the summer cold?"

Then a little head:

"That's it. ”

Then he looked at Li Shengnan again, the meaning was obvious, begging for praise.

Li Shengnan cleared his throat again, his eyes flickered, admiring the roof of the grass shed full of primitive style, just not looking at the bad girl.

Silly boy, I specially brought you here to apprentice, and you can answer the questions honestly, why do you keep looking at me?

Don't think that you only listen to your mother, how can you teach, you must not be accepted.

Song Chun'an sat upright next to him, without saying a word, and sat down on a small ugly bench with the grandeur of the Taishi chair, looking solemn at Duanfang, but he was actually nervous and worried.

It's good to look at his own children, but there are people outside the world, and there are mountains outside the mountains, and he really doesn't have the face to boast that he is the first in the world;

But if he really wants to be criticized by others, he can't accept it.

So let's not open your mouth, just endure it and pass.

Feng Ruohua looked at the different performances of this family, and couldn't help laughing, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were looming, kind and gentle, full of the beauty of time precipitation.

"Can you answer that question, then?"

Song Ci smiled back and replied crisply:

"Yes. My mother told another story about Song porcelain......"

"Ahem!"

Li Shengnan couldn't help it, and glanced hard at his daughter.

Don't mention the story your mother told, okay? Like a milk doll who can't leave her mother without weaning, isn't there a shame?

Song Ci looked back innocently and asked worriedly:

"Mom, do you have an uncomfortable throat? Drink plenty of hot water. ”

Song Chunan silently picked up the enamel jar in front of him and handed it over.

Li Shengnan paused and took it, took a small sip, and stopped talking.

Alas, sooner or later, you will have to pay it back.

If you lose face, you will lose it, and you will get used to it after losing it.