Jiang Yunhu and Ye Yulan began to contact Manager Liu of the Immortal Beast Farm after trying to adjust their inner emotions.

There was too much curiosity in their hearts about the little moth lying behind their son's ear, which looked like it was made entirely of gold-copper-colored metal.

When Manager Liu heard their thanks, he didn't sell them anything, and told them the name of the little bug that changed the fate of their family.

Wind ears big wax borer.

Jiang Yunhu wrote down this name deeply in his heart.

Perhaps, he thought, he would not forget its name until the moment he died.

After the manager of the farm Liu finished talking about the name of the worm, he immediately began to ask them if there was any special difference in Jiang Shu's behavior after obtaining the wind-eared wax borer.

After learning that Jiang Shu's abnormal performance was only after hearing the voice, he gradually began to give feedback, and there were no other physical or emotional problems, Qin Xu made an "OK" gesture towards Old Master Qin.

After asking these questions, Qin Xu simply told Jiang Yunhu and his wife that Jiang Shu had just sensed hearing during the time that they needed to do something as Jiang Shu's guardian.

"This is a benefit that our farm provides to new employees, and what you have to do is not complicated, which is to teach a child who does not yet know how to speak during the six months that he has just perceived sounds, communicate with him, and let him understand the meaning of each pronunciation. ”

"You can also increase the learning of words and link words to reading. ”

Jiang Yunhu took the pen and wrote down what Manager Liu said in detail.

Thanks to the traditional shorthand he had learned before, Mr. Liu's words were basically copied word for word on paper.

On the way, his wife Ye Yulan pushed over a piece of paper that read:

"Tell Manager Liu about the fact that my son is listening to nursery rhymes very seriously now. ”

When the couple was talking to Manager Liu, Jiang Shu was holding Ye Yulan's mobile phone in his bedroom, listening to the nursery rhymes on the mobile phone very intently.

Qin Xu was not surprised at all when he heard that Jiang Shu liked music.

"You might be able to listen to some classical music, classical piano pieces and so on, and there will be unexpected surprises," he suggested. ”

Jiang Yunhu quickly marked this article on the paper.

After Qin Xu gave a little reminder of this, he finally told them how to take care of the wind-eared wax borer.

In nature, the larvae of the large wax borer generally parasitize the hive, prey on honey and pollen to feed themselves, they eat almost all the bee products in the colony, and even the bee larvae can become hunting targets if there is a lack of food.

After cocooning into moths, the main task of the large wax borer is to reproduce, in a short life of a few days, they do not need food or water, after completing the tasks of mating and laying eggs, they will die.

The transformed large wax borer, with the help of the aura array in the body, has a longer lifespan than the ordinary large wax borer, but this extension is not without a price.

The golden-bronze wings tightly hugged the large wax borer with wind ears all over the body, and when it clinged to the ears of the hearing-impaired, it soon entered a semi-dormant state, and the whole body, except for the three pairs of antennae on the top of the head, was almost completely still.

It is precisely because of this state that it is a very simple thing to take care of the wind-eared wax borer on a daily basis. There is no need to feed and water at a fixed time, and there is no need to provide a complex living environment, just treat it as an ornament on Jiang Shu's ear, an ornament, similar to earrings, and it will be no problem.

The only thing that needs to be noted is that the wind-eared wax borer should not be taken off from behind Jiang Shu's ears too often.

The wax borer comes out of dormancy too often, which can affect its lifespan.

"We get it. Thank you, Manager Liu, you are our great benefactor, our family doesn't know how to thank you, if there is anything you need me in the future, please don't be polite, just ask. Jiang Yunhu once again sincerely thanked Liu Jinghuai from the bottom of his heart.

He felt that the word thanks, coming out of his mouth, was too light to express his gratitude. But if he didn't even say it, he felt that he couldn't get over it.

Jiang Yunhu also experienced the complex psychology of the ancients at this moment, saying that great grace is not grateful.

It's not that I don't say thank you, but I'm worried that the gratitude I say is too slight to carry the gratitude in my heart.

Jiang Yunhu thanked him for this great kindness, but at the same time, he also remembered it in his heart.

After Qin Xu finished talking about the key points, he hung up the phone amid the other party's repeated thanks.

Liu Jinghuai's mobile phone was not handed over to Fluttershy immediately, because Master Qin, who was lying on the table and drawing, was going to use his mobile phone to work.

Liu Jinghuai's identity, but he shares it with Master Qin.

On this mobile phone, in addition to a group of people who are looking for Liu Jinghuai to buy strange beasts, they are all kinds of clients of Old Master Qin.

In terms of influence, the person that Old Master Qin contacted with Liu Jinghuai's identity was much more influential than Qin Xu.

Qin Xu found that as Old Master Qin finished devouring a series of English books and reference books in the e-book, his contacts had gradually increased to non-nationals, and the conversations and exchanges were full of full letters that made Qin Xu daunting.

What they said, Qin Xu didn't understand, anyway, there were several more zeros in the account, and it was probably tossed out by Old Master Qin.

Qin Xu felt that his biggest advantage was to be open.

Look at the current state of Master Qin, anyway, I used to be the guide of Master Qin's modern scientific knowledge, and when I saw that Master Qin's e-reading device had more than five digits of books purchased and read, I could be a quail and silently retreat.

Old Master Qin's supernatural path in learning is irreversible.

I started learning ABC in the third grade, and now I can even say hello every day, and my ancestors from the cultivation realm are now proficient in climbing over the wall and fluently reading the doctoral dissertation in biology, the original version in foreign languages.

And a few nights ago, Qin Xu glanced at Old Master Qin's reader idly and idly, and the book he was reading now was the French version of "Notre Dame de Paris".

Qin Xu believed that according to this old man's idle time, it would be a matter of time before he could learn all the written languages on the earth.

As for Old Master Qin's contact with non-nationals, Qin Xu didn't have to worry about it.

Old Master Qin, who was born in the cultivation realm, although he is not even an earthling, has a high sense of cultural and bloodline identity for Huaguo, especially in ancient China.

Qin Xu had heard him mention more than once that the cultural information and clues left by the ancient period of Huaguo always seemed to be able to find traces of his cultivation realm.

Now, Old Qin's schedule has formed a very stable pattern.

During the day, he followed Qin Xu to run around, contacted domestic clients and partners in the first half of the night, and dealt with foreign affairs in the second half of the night.

What made Qin Xu very impressed was that Old Master Qin chatted with people online, but it did not affect his daily reading, and in one night, the number of the list he had read on his e-reader, the number on the ten digits, would always change.

Qin Xu didn't bother when he saw that Old Master Qin was stuck in his busy personal time.

It just so happened that at this time, the voice of Qin Xu's father, Qin Zhengyang, calling him downstairs.

Qin Zhengyang came out of the house, and heard the grandparents of the Qin family say that Qin Xu was rare to come back, thinking that the father and son had not seen each other for a long time, and immediately had an occupational illness, and wanted to chat with his son and exchange things about work and life.

"Come on!" Qin Xu responded, settled the little ones in the backpack, and then ran downstairs quickly.

As soon as I ran to the staircase, I saw my father sitting in the hall in a casual loungewear with a dark blue checkered shirt. He was carrying a pack of toilet paper in his hand and a trash can at his feet, beckoning to Qin Xu to come over.

When Qin Xu saw Qin Zhengyang's equipment, he immediately knew that his father's old problem had flareed up again.

As soon as Qin Xu sat down on the chair next to Qin Zhengyang, he saw his father suddenly open his mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly, the muscles on his face shook a few times, and then he sneezed heavily.

One sneeze was not enough, and he continued to sneeze seven or eight times in a row, and suddenly snot and tears came out of his face.

Qin Zhengyang easily pulled out seven or eight pieces of soft paper from the half-used pumping paper, and wrung out all the snot blocked in his nasal cavity.

Qin Zhengyang's allergic rhinitis has been there since he was not married.

When you are young, it is not too severe, and as you get older, it becomes more and more serious.

Touching dust, allergies.

Alternating hot and cold, allergies.

There is a lot of pollen, and there are allergies.

The air is not good, and it is even more important to be allergic.

When allergic rhinitis attacks, it is not only the nose that has problems, but also the guys next to them, and they lose their temper together.

The eyes are red and itchy, the throat is sore, and the ears seem to have a small bug burrowing around, and if it continues to be severe, it can also trigger asthma.

The school where Qin Zhengyang worked happened to be renovated and ventilated for three months the year before last, and when he used it, others felt that the smell of paint was already very light, but for Qin Zhengyang's allergic nose, it was simply a nasal catalyst.

Poor Teacher Qin, even in class, was also red-eyed, endured a sore throat, sneezed, and stroked his nose, and then insisted on teaching the students.

Seeing Teacher Qin's appearance, even the naughty students at the bottom of the class couldn't bear it.

Allergic rhinitis is a problem that has basically not been completely cured.

As far as Qin Xu knows, my father has been going to the hospital every season over the years, and I don't know how many Western doctors and Chinese medicine I have seen, and after taking medicines, they have been effective for a while, and they have repeated attacks.

Western medicine uses too many drugs, and the nose does not have the ability to adapt to allergens, but is accustomed to drugs and does not like to take care of them.

Although the effect of traditional Chinese medicine treatment is slightly better, the herbs used in traditional Chinese medicine to treat the nose have a certain harmful effect on the kidneys, and Qin Zhengyang does not dare to eat more.

In short, over the years, to describe it in Qin Zhengyang's own words, he can't wait to have no nose on his face, his breathing is all based on one mouth, and his nose is patronizing the runny nose.

After Qin Zhengyang made another batch of waste toilet paper, he could finally chat with his son seriously.

"Dad, what about your Neishuna, take it out and control it first. "After a long illness, he became a doctor, and after a long illness, even his son, who was as strong as a cow, could accurately help him find medicine.

"I sprayed it in the morning, and just now I helped your mother carry the quilt to the top floor to dry, and I had another seizure. Alas, the drug feels worse and worse. In the short time they spoke, several tissues were spread in the wastepaper basket at Qin Zhengyang's feet.

Qin Zhengyang's history of allergic rhinitis is older than Qin Xu's. He had long been accustomed to this, so he waved his hand at Qin Xu indifferently and said, "How is it in the unit recently, things are ......?"

Compared with Qin Xu's mother, Liu Amei, who likes to talk to Qin Xu about various food topics, Qin Zhengyang is more willing to talk to his son about work problems.

Although the two of them have different careers, Qin Xu's father still hopes that through infrequent homely chats, he can bring some positive influence and help to his work and life.

Qin Xu was not disgusted with this kind of communication between father and son.

However, his mind now is not on this ordinary family talk between father and son.

Qin Zhengyang stared at the forty or fifty students in class every day, his sharp eyes had been honed for nearly thirty years, and he had long been perfected, and he immediately noticed that when Qin Xu spoke, his eyes, which were very similar to his own, seemed to become deep.

But knowing that Mo Ruo's father, Qin Zhengyang knew that this expression was Qin Xu's typical demeanor after wandering.

He took a tissue and talked about two topics, but when he found that his son was absent-minded, he did not continue to talk.

The son had his own thoughts, and Qin Zhengyang didn't bother him, concentrating on pulling out the tissue and twisting his nose seriously.

He threw a ball of paper towels into the wastebasket, and wondered a little curiously, when this kid spoke, his expression was exactly the same as when he was doing math problems in school, I don't know what he was thinking?

According to the age of this kid, is there a situation in terms of feelings?

Qin Zhengyang continued to pull out a tissue, thinking of the situation of this kid when he tutored him with homework back then, and suddenly felt a little worried.

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