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Only these things, with the concerted efforts of everyone, were quickly completed.

After that, everyone went out to the park with the children in pairs.

Because it was in a public place, Wu Xiaotian was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble, so after bringing a mask and a hat to Beibei, he went out with confidence.

Along the way, Bei Bei was like a happy bird, very happy, and she was very interested in everything.

"Look, Daddy, that's a goose. ”

Bei Bei took Wu Xiaotian's hand, pointed to more than a dozen white geese swimming in the water, and shouted happily.

"Well, yes. ”

Wu Xiaotian nodded, and then said naturally: "Goose, goose, goose, song to the sky." The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves. ”

What he read was another world, "Song of the Goose" written by Luo Bing Wang when he was seven years old. This poem, in Wu Xiaotian's last world, is something that every Chinese child can memorize, so when Bei Bei pointed to these geese, he immediately recited it.

"Goose, goose, goose,

The song sings to the sky.

white-haired floating green water,

Anthurium plucks clear waves. ”

When Bei Bei heard it, he immediately read along.

Then, she said happily: "Dad, Dad, I will carry it too." ”

"Damn, what kind of poem is this? Why haven't I heard it?" When they heard "Song of the Goose", they were completely confused, because they hadn't heard it!

Not only them, but also the people around them were stunned.

Bei Bei's voice was a little loud when he read along, and the poem was catchy, which immediately attracted the attention of the people around her. So, they all looked over and looked at Wu Xiaotian and Bei Bei with strange eyes, plus they were all dressed very strangely, which aroused the curiosity of the people around them.

"Hey, who are these two people? Why are they dressed so strangely, and I don't seem to have heard of the poem they just read. ”

"Yes, I just heard some goose goose goose, is this a poem? But why haven't I heard it?"

"Well, although it sounds a bit cheesy, but after thinking about it, I found that it was pretty good. ”

"It's weird, since we haven't heard of it, could it be that this father and daughter created it?

"No, these two people, how do I look familiar? Where do I seem to have seen them?"

"Yes, you look at their dress, I remember what I saw on the news, it seems to be the daily dress of a pair of celebrity fathers and daughters, by the way, they are Wu Xiaotian and his daughter Beibei?

Wu Xiaotian was not far away with Beibei, and he also vaguely heard some of the tourists' conversations.

Oops!

That was his first reaction.

He and Bei Bei were recognized, and the reason was because of the poem "Song of the Goose" that he and Bei Bei had just recited, so because of the attention of the people around him, and because he and Bei Bei were too big, they were quickly recognized.

Thankfully, though, because the two of them are fully armed, visitors are still unsure for a while.

"Wu Xiaotian?"

"Babe?"

Among them, one of the tourists was stunned and tried to shout.

Today, it was Wu Xiaotian who took Beibei out on a spring outing with other parents and children in the kindergarten, and he didn't want to be too high-profile and be recognized. In that case, today's spring outing will almost be announced, and this is not only the spring outing of him and Beibei, but also the spring outing of the entire class.

So, pretending not to hear, picked up Beibei, and walked in the other direction.

Several parents who came with Wu Xiaotian also realized that something was going to be wrong, and when they saw Wu Xiaotian's actions, they also hurriedly cooperated, hurriedly delayed the road, blocked the road, and let Wu Xiaotian and Bei Bei go first.

Some tourists wanted to catch up, but because several parents deliberately blocked the way, Wu Xiaotian soon disappeared, and then gave up.

Wu Xiaotian walked briskly for a while, and when he looked back again, he found that no one was following, so he was relieved.

He waited for a while for the other parents, gathered together, and walked around again.

This time, he kept a much lower profile, and no longer did things like reciting poetry.

At about eleven o'clock, Wu Xiaotian and the others returned to the camp, because it was already noon, and it was time to cook.

"Hey, Lao Li, do you know? Mr. Wu just did another great thing. ”

As soon as he returned to the camp, a parent who had been with Wu Xiaotian in the morning said excitedly.

"What is it? What did Mr. Wu do? Could it be that he was brave enough to save people? But ah, I was just next to me, and I didn't notice anyone falling into the water. The parent named Lao Li asked in confusion.

"What kind of righteousness and courage? Let me tell you, Mr. Wu just got an inspiration and made a poem!"

"What, really, what poetry?" Lao Li immediately became interested.

Not only Lao Li, but also those who didn't know the poem "Song of the Goose" also surrounded them.

"Goose, goose, goose,

The song sings to the sky.

white-haired floating green water,

Anthurium plucks clear waves. ”

Because this poem is relatively catchy, it is easy to remember, the parent shook his head and memorized the poem, and then said with a smile: "Oh, this is the poem made by Xiaotian." ”

"I'll go, it's true!"

"Well, this poem is not about the flock of geese in the lake just now, I just saw it, and this poem is too vivid. ”

"Yes, I saw it too, but why can't I think of it?"

"Cut, if you want to come out, aren't you Wu Xiaotian?"

"Haha, that's what I said!"

A group of parents boasted.

Wu Xiaotian was a little embarrassed, this work of Luo Binwang, one of the four masters of the early Tang Dynasty in his previous life, was taken by him in this world.

"Ahem......"

He coughed twice and said, "Okay, okay, that poem was just a casual one I made, and it's okay! We came here today mainly to take the children on a spring outing, and now it's past eleven o'clock, and the children are already hungry!"

As soon as Wu Xiaotian mentioned the children, the parents immediately remembered that it was indeed eleven o'clock, a morning of play, and it was estimated that these bear children were already hungry.

So, they temporarily put down Wu Xiaotian's poem "Song of the Goose", rolled up their sleeves, and began to make a fire to cook.

Everyone gathers firewood and the flame is high!

There are many people, there is a clear division of labor, some people wash vegetables, some people make fires, and some people clean up the table, and they are busy for a while.

After more than half an hour, a whole table of dishes was ready.