In 2020, Tang Ming knew that in ancient times, Tang Ming was determined to be a little gentleman, and Tang Ming had nothing to help, Tang Ming only continued to learn, especially to practice the calligraphy with a hand.

Today, Tang Ming has been practicing calligraphy in the study since he came home from school, and Aunt Zhang came to call him to eat, and he was still concentrating on practicing.

Originally, it was not surprising that Tang Ming practiced calligraphy, and Aunt Zhang had long been used to it. But what made Aunt Zhang feel strange was that Tang Ming didn't practice with a blank piece of paper, but didn't know where to find a lot of bamboo chips to practice.

The length and size of those bamboo pieces are the same, and each of the words written by Tang Ming on the bamboo pieces is the same size, which looks very good-looking.

Aunt Zhang originally wanted to ask Tang Ming why he didn't use white paper to practice calligraphy, but used these bamboo pieces to practice calligraphy. But she saw Tang Ming concentrating on practicing calligraphy, as if she didn't exist, she opened her mouth and took a handful of bamboo pieces and left.

Li Lu, who was watching TV in the living room, looked at Aunt Zhang, who was nervous, and said, "Why does your face look so bad, is it uncomfortable, if you are uncomfortable, go home and rest, I will handle these tasks." ”

Aunt Zhang touched her face and said, "Does my face look bad?"

"Don't you know that you're not feeling well?Your face is really bad, do you want me to take you to the hospital?" Li Lu said that she began to get nervous, for fear that Aunt Zhang would make a mistake.

"My face is bad, maybe it's not because I'm sick, but because I'm scared by Xiao Ming?" Aunt Zhang said with a long sigh.

"What? Xiao Ming has only been honest for a few days, and now he is starting to fool around and pretend to scare you again? He is really hopeless, after being honest for a few days, I thought that he had really changed for the better, and I didn't have to worry about him anymore in the future, who knew that after a few days of honesty, his true form would be revealed. ”

Li Lu sat there sighing, looking loveless.

"No, it's not that you think so, Xiao Ming didn't pretend to be a ghost to scare me. Aunt Zhang hurriedly explained, but her nervous explanation made Li Lu misunderstand even more.

"He doesn't pretend to be a ghost, could it be that he has upgraded his gameplay again?" Li Lu thought that Tang Ming's naughty tricks were enough to make people headaches before, and now that he has upgraded, it will be even more troublesome.

Aunt Zhang handed the bamboo piece in her hand to Li Lu and said: "Xiao Ming is practicing calligraphy in the study, you see that he does not use white paper to practice calligraphy, but uses these bamboo pieces as exercise books, do you think I can not be frightened? I feel that his brain is different from others." ”

Aunt Zhang originally wanted to say that Tang Ming's brain had a problem, but she still said it more tactfully.

Now where is there anyone who writes with bamboo chips, and there is no problem with the brain, then it is strange!

"Xiao Ming uses these bamboo chips as exercise books? Is there no blank paper at home, you hurry up and buy a stack of blank paper back. Li Lu was reluctant to guess Tang Ming in the direction of having a problem with her brain, so she had to guess that there was no blank paper at home.

"There is white paper in the house, and just now I saw a large stack of white paper on the desk. ”

Aunt Zhang really couldn't understand why a normal person didn't use blank paper as an exercise book, but used those bamboo pieces to practice calligraphy.

Although Aunt Zhang is not very clear about history, she also knows that only in that ancient time did they use bamboo to write.

It's modern now, how convenient it is to use modern paper! Aunt Zhang really can't imagine why Tang Ming used bamboo chips to practice writing.

"Why did Xiao Ming use bamboo to write when he had white paper at home, did he not see the white paper?" Li Lu still didn't want to believe that Tang Ming deliberately used bamboo to write, she was more willing to think that Tang Ming used bamboo to practice writing because he couldn't find white paper.

"I saw the stack of white paper on the table, Xiao Ming couldn't see it. ”

Aunt Zhang's words made Li Lu no longer find a reason why Tang Ming didn't deliberately write with bamboo chips.

But Li Lu really couldn't understand why Tang Ming didn't use the good white paper, but used those bamboo chips.

Aunt Zhang and Li Lu both remembered that when Tang Ming was still in the hospital, they said that they saw his other self living in ancient times.

"Xiao Ming won't be living in ancient times!"

Li Lu said in disbelief, even she didn't believe it, but Aunt Zhang looked mysterious and completely convinced.

"I think so too, Xiao Ming may really think that he lived in ancient times. ”

Li Lu frowned, two days earlier, she found that Tang Ming's words were all traditional characters, and she couldn't understand why?

Now that Li Lu has finally found the answer, living in the contemporary era and fantasizing about being in ancient times, is this considered a disease?

"Psychosis. Li Lu thought so in his heart, and couldn't help but say it in his mouth.

"What kind of mental illness?" Tang Hao went home and opened the door, just in time to hear Li Lu's sighing words.

"Husband, it's too good for you to come back, I was just about to call you back!" Li Lu saw Tang Hao, and her eyes, which wanted to cry, suddenly released a trace of brilliance.

The problems that Li Lu has encountered over the years are not a problem to Tang Hao, she is used to throwing problems to Tang Hao to deal with.

Tang Hao didn't disappoint Li Lu every time, and Li Lu hoped that Tang Hao wouldn't let her down this time.

"Husband, do you remember when Xiao Ming was just rescued, he kept shouting that he saw another self living in ancient times?"

"It's only been a long time, and of course I remember. Later, Xiao Ming was fine, even if this matter is over, why are you bringing it up now?"

Tang Hao glared at Li Lu in puzzlement, thinking that she was looking for trouble.

"I suspect that things have not passed, Xiao Ming looks fine, but I think he is pretending to show us, in fact, he still feels that he is living in ancient times. ”

Li Lu said and glanced upstairs, beware of Tang Ming suddenly walking downstairs to hear her words.

Li Lu couldn't be sure what a mentally ill person would do out of the ordinary.

"I see that you are idle at home and read a lot of travel novels, why do you say that Xiao Mingjue's self lives in ancient times?"

"Did we find out that Xiao Ming's words were all traditional Chinese a few days ago?"

"I like to write traditional Chinese characters, but it doesn't mean that Xiao Ming feels that he lives in ancient times! ”

Tang Hao felt that Li Lu saw a little wind and rain, and his fantasy was too boundless.

"Just now I saw the paper that Xiao Ming used to practice calligraphy. Aunt Zhang was still nervous when she said this.

"He doesn't need to practice writing on paper, what else can he do, he won't just write on the wall! ”

Tang Hao said and walked upstairs, Li Lu quickly took his hand and said, "Xiao Ming didn't write on the wall, what are you anxious about?"

"It's not the first time that Xiao Ming, a naughty egg, has written words all over the wall, I beat him every time I write, and I haven't learned to be smarter. ”

"This time, Xiao Ming really didn't scribble on the wall, he wrote the words on the bamboo pieces. Aunt Zhang sighed.

"It's okay to put the paper and don't use it, why does Xiao Ming have to go to great lengths to write the words on the bamboo chips?"

Tang Hao had two words of incomprehension written on his face, but no one could give him an answer.

"So we suspect that Xiao Ming had hallucinations before, and he felt that he was living in ancient times and his illness was not good. Li Lu shook his head and sighed.

"Let's go upstairs and take a look at Xiao Ming! Maybe Xiao Ming is not sick with Ben, maybe everything is just a coincidence. ”

They were talking in the living room, and Tang Ming slowly walked down from upstairs.

Tang Hao, Li Lu and Aunt Zhang's eyes staring at Tang Ming didn't fall out, and they looked at Tang Ming as if they had seen a devil.

Just because Tang Ming was wearing a set of ancient costumes, a square scarf and hat worn by ancient people, and the shoes on his feet were also the kind of shoes worn by the ancients.