With the result, Rong Zhihao was no longer suspicious and confused, and he began to go crazy, in addition to practicing or practicing.

Although crazy, he did not forget his responsibility - to his son.

At the moment of the rising sun, he spent half an hour facing the rising sun, and then meditated for two hours at the meridian, and he gave all the rest of the time to his son.

He wants to let his son learn to speak thoroughly, and then design an education plan for his son; although he can go to kindergarten after his son learns to speak, he is not ready to do so; he doesn't want his son to learn English and Olympiad mathematics at the age when he opens up his imagination, because from the moment he decided to start cultivating the truth, he felt that the cultivation of the truth is first and foremost the cultivation of the divine consciousness, yes, the divine consciousness is not a practice, it is a cultivation!

He believed that by the time the consciousness reached a certain level, the memory of a person would be unimaginable.

If his guess is wrong, even if his son can't be admitted to college, he believes that he has the ability to let his son go to any school to audit, in his mind, knowledge is only related to academic ability, it has nothing to do with academic diplomas.

Yes, even if you guess wrong, after cultivating, you will have a significant improvement in both your memory and comprehension ability, and this will be evident in yourself.

Life is originally a gamble, if you lose a bet, it is nothing more than nothing, and if you win the bet, it will be a chicken and dog ascending to heaven. Now that you see the hope of winning, why not bet!

I want to gamble, and I have to pull my son to gamble!

The son himself has already started gambling, Rong Zhihao doesn't know when it started, Rong Anran woke up, saw himself meditating in front of the bed, and also learned to meditate - because every child is full of curiosity, because every child likes to imitate adults!

Since he likes it, it's for the best. Rong Zhihao doesn't care if his son can understand it or not, he directly teaches him the correct meditation method, and if he is wrong, he directly straightens it. and also accompanied his son back to the black house.

There was not enough aura in the dark room, and after his son entered meditation, he himself retreated outside the house.

Except for the time of meditation, he accompanied his son and took him around, starting with chicken, duck and fish, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, etc., first teaching his son to speak, and he looked forward to waiting for his son to learn to speak.

His son's cleverness once again stunned him, and it only took Xiao Anran a week to communicate with him simply......

"Is this really my son?" Rong Zhihao couldn't believe it.

"An Ran, this is Uncle Huai Xizhong, call uncle!"

The happiness in his heart needs to be shared by others, and Rong Zhihao took his son to his only good friend.

Rong Zhihao didn't share the harvest of Xiuzhen, not because he didn't want to, because he knew that even his best friend wouldn't believe in his feelings about his body, unless he could find a scientific way to explain it.

Therefore, telling friends about the changes in your body will not only not be appreciated by your friends, but will also add to your own emptiness.

"This should be your delusion!"

"Are you sick, feeling disturbed?"

When Huai Xizhong heard it, he would definitely say so.

Rong Zhihao believes that even Fu Yilan, who loved him in the past, would say so, and even laugh at him for "going crazy".

"Didn't you say that Xiao Anran couldn't speak?" Surprised, Huai Xizhong was happy for his friend.

"An Ran can speak!" In Rong Zhihao's arms, Rong Anran raised his head and looked at Huai Xizhong with blinking eyes.

"Well, Enron can speak, grow up, and can go to school!" replied Huai Xizhong with a smile.

"Up...... Learn?" Obviously, Rong Anran didn't know what it meant to go to school.

"That's right, when An Ran grows up, he will go to school!" After saying to Rong Anran, he said to Rong Zhihao: "I don't have many friends, so, as the principal, I have the privilege of entering a kindergarten every year, and I have never used it!"

"No need!" Rong Zhihao refused: "An Ran really learned to speak, and it will take less than ten days to ......"

"What......" Huai Xi suddenly stood up in disbelief and glared at Rong Zhihao.

"Yes--" Rong Anran smiled proudly: "I don't want An Ran to learn any English, Olympiad ...... without laying a good foundation for Chinese"

Huai Xizhong knew that Rong Zhihao wanted to teach himself, but he didn't think so: "Systematic education is an educational method summed up from generation to generation......"

Rong Zhihao knew that Huai Xizhong was not optimistic about himself, but he smiled indifferently: "I will send him there, but only to experience, not now! Half a year, another half a year! When the time comes, you can help ......."

Kindergarten is not said when to enter, Huai Xizhong knew that Rong Zhihao since the junior year, no longer play cards according to common sense, he is a little embarrassed.

Understanding the old friend's thoughts, Rong Zhihao said: "I won't make you embarrassed, as long as you introduce him and let him experience it for ten days and a half months, I will pay a little more sponsorship." ”

Looking at the crystal ball in Rong Anran's hand that he didn't even put down when he didn't even sleep, except for eating, Rong Zhihao added: "He won't stay long, he will get tired soon." He had already drawn up a learning syllabus for his children.

"You want Enron to go your way?" Wai Xizhong questioned, "That would ruin the child!"

"Hey--" Rong Anran once again realized his loneliness: "No, I won't force it, he is my child!" Facing his good friend, Rong Zhihao had to explain.

"Don't let the Fu family know!" When they were leaving, Rong Zhihao explained to Huai Xizhong.

From the day he said goodbye to Huai Xizhong, regardless of whether the child could understand it or not, Rong Zhihao began to tell his son a little story.

Starting with folk tales, then folly stories, idiom stories, and finally mythological stories.

Every Saturday and Sunday, Rong Zhihao will take his son to soak in the children's paradise all day long.

At the beginning, Rong Anran liked it very much, but gradually, he lost interest: "It's boring, Dad." I still love to hear your stories. ”

"Let's have more fun with children!" Rong Zhihao touched Rong Anran's head lovingly.

"I don't like it, Dad! I don't like them!" Rong Anran has been showing misfit since he was a child.

Rong Zhihao knew that it had something to do with his education, but he didn't care. My father learned to do it, there is no model, no one knows whether he is good or bad, in the eyes of the world, those who are accepted by most people are right, but Rong Zhihao does not think so.

Rong Zhihao believes that it doesn't matter how he teaches, as long as the child likes it, and if the guidance is wrong, let it go wrong, because no one knows whether the final result is good or bad.

"Wow--" On this day, after sending his son into the black room, he retreated to the door and was meditating, and I don't know how long it was, his son's screams came from the black room, followed by crying, Rong Zhihao hurriedly pushed the door: "Anran, Dad is here, don't cry." ”

"Daddy...... Father...... Red...... Red ......" Rong Anran buried his head deeply in Rong Zhihao's arms and pointed behind him.

"Red --?" Rong Zhihao smiled: "Hahahaha--I'm right!"

Rong Zhihao's laughter diluted the fear in Rong Anran's heart, and he raised his head in confusion and looked at Rong Zhihao: his father's laughter was the first time he could remember.

"Well, don't be afraid! Daddy won't leave you in the dark anymore. With that, he opened the curtains, and a ray of golden sunlight rushed in.

"Hmm!"

Rong Zhihao has a very strong memory since he formed the Void Pill, so he has endless stories to tell his son, but after three months, he doesn't want to tell it anymore, because his son has also formed the Void Pill......

Fifteen days, no, it should be said that it is only eight days, Rong Anran did meditate for fifteen days, but after learning the correct posture, today is the eighth day......

It seems that what the information says is true: within 100 days of building the foundation.

Why did I use it for five or six years? There was no guide, and another key reason was that I was too old.

In ancient times, people couldn't cultivate the truth after the age of 14, and that should be because after the age of 14, people were divided into yin and yang, but now, it should have been reduced to 12 years old, right?

"Dad, I still have to listen to the story--" Rong Anran on Rong Anran's back said coquettishly.

If he can, Rong Zhihao always likes to carry his children on his back, and Rong Anran also likes to rely on his father's back.

"Dad's story is not well told...... Rong Zhihao told it very movingly, but he needed to guide the child: "Actually, what is written in the book is more interesting than what Dad told!"

"Really, Daddy?"

"Of course it's true!"

"Then I'll read the book by myself!" Rong Anran thought.

"It's hard to study...... Rong Zhihao struck a blow, and seduced again: "But after studying well, you will be very happy!"

"I'm afraid of not being bitter, Dad!"

"Really?"

"Daddy said in the story: 'People can't lie'!"

"That's--Daddy taught you!"

At this time, Rong Anran didn't know that he had to go to school to study, and when he heard that his father taught him, he shouted happily: "Okay--"

From this day on, Rong Zhihao first taught Rong Anran pinyin.

One day, just one day, Rong Anran completely mastered pinyin, and his performance shocked Rong Zhihao again.

In addition to being happy, the next day Rong Zhihao taught him "Thousand Character Text" and let him learn to write; he knew that when the child's interest in learning came, he must seize the opportunity.

"Thousand Character Text" took the longest time to learn, from the beginning to the crooked dictation, Rong Zhihao spent half a month.

A thousand words, half a month! Rong Zhihao was no longer surprised except for pride.

Rong Zhihao didn't let him continue to learn to write, he let Rong Anran only write for half an hour every day.

Then he taught his son how to look up the dictionary.

Rong Anran learned in less than an hour: "Dad......"

Rong Zhihao handed the "Zhu Zi's Family Motto" to his son: "Recite it, and then think about it!"

In this book, according to Rong Zhihao's request, Rong Anran spent a whole day, except for following Rong Zhihao to stand on the pile and meditate.

"Do you understand?" asked Rong Zhihao.

"I wrote it down, I don't understand! But...... Dad, I won't let you memorize ...... in the future" From "Zhu Zi's Family Motto", he learned "filial piety".

Rong Zhihao knew that his son had already understood, he didn't ask his son to understand, and took his son to his study, he was prepared.

He first took out several books from the bookshelf, such as "Three Character Classic", "Rhythm Enlightenment", "Idiom Allusion Story", "Foolish Story" and stacked them: "Read these from top to bottom first!"

Then, he took down a set of "Four Books and Five Classics": "Then, after reading these again, then read whatever you like." ”

Rong Zhihao did not ask his son when he would finish reading, because he would not force his son, and that would lose interest in learning.

What children are most afraid of is going back and forth, this problem, Rong Anran does not exist, because, now, he is always looking at ten lines and never forgetting, so what he accepts every moment is something new and fresh all the time.

Half a month later, Rong Anran, who was less than four years old, learned to be humble, and he said to Rong Zhihao with a posture and tone that was extremely inconsistent with his age: "Dad, I've read everything, what should I watch next?"

"Hehe--" I heard that my son was excited to finish reading Rong Zhihao's emotions beyond words, but he controlled it very well, and just smiled lightly: "I said, you can watch whatever you want...... However, Dad gave you some advice, you can look at riddles, interesting books, as well as "Tang Poems", "Song Ci", "Yuan Qu" or "Ancient Literature Guanzhi" or something, to increase your interest in learning; of course, if you are interested, you can also look at "Materia Medica" or something, however, "I Ching" you should just memorize, you can look at similar books! such as "Elephant Biography" and the like, as well as the 100-foot building collection, in short, you can look at it yourself. But...... You should look at these calligraphy, learn to write, and tomorrow Dad will take you to buy the four treasures of the study!"

Speaking of this, Rong Zhihao thought for a while, and then said: "Oh, by the way, Dad should return your childhood, I will send you to kindergarten in a few days!"

In the past, Huai Xizhong mentioned that Rong Anran still didn't understand what a kindergarten was, but now that he had read so many books, of course he understood, and he was also curious about places he hadn't been to: "Hmm!" he nodded happily.