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Xiao Zimo is talking about where she lives now.
Ay...... Two-year-old Zimo couldn't help but sigh. Her rich young father is absolutely unclear, did he really listen to Mrs. Shi's words? The nunnery of Muyu Dongdong is not suitable for her to grow up as a child, but this kind of land of looking for flowers and willows is even more detrimental to the physical and mental health of children! What the......
The tender little hands rubbed their temples, and the entertainment venue at the corner of the street last night sang and danced until the second half of the night, and Xiao Zimo almost called 110 to call the police and said that they disturbed the people.
Ay...... Where is the phone. I miss you so much!
Zimo grabbed a puff fan and shook it bigger than her head, missing the air conditioner and the fan, it was better to have another ice cream.
The door creaked open. It's not the nurse who was disgusted by her 10,000 times, and every time she picked her up, she tore open her placket to show her proud bust, she was annoying!
Ay? Who is this?
Xiao Zimo snapped and let go of her little hand, threw the pu fan on the ground next to the cradle, and sucked her fingers with her small mouth, she was so cute and ignorant! Hahaha!
"The old slave Liu Guan, entrusted by Master Gao, came to take care of the son's future life, and hoped that the son would be more supportive in the future, and if there were any shortcomings, I would like to look at the son's Haihan." After speaking, the man respectfully bowed to Zi Mozuo in the cradle.
"Poof!" Xiao Zimo couldn't help but laugh as he played with the clay figure on the bed.
In fact, there was no one else in the room at the moment, and the two-and-a-half-year-old child was sitting in a shaker, fiddling with a slingshot in one hand and a clay figure in the other. Liu Guan looked up in confusion, where the children were playing with their slingshots on the clay figures, giggling innocently and concentrating on their own little tricks like all children. Except for the appearance of an open-air person at a young age, Liu Guan was stunned for a moment, and the others were no different from ordinary children. Illusion?
"Childe, are you laughing at me?" Liu Guan couldn't hide his surprise, he clearly saw the ridicule in the eyes of the little baby for a moment, "The old slave is pedantic, let the son laugh, the old slave is a southern Han man, since he was a child, he has heard and seen the four books and five classics, the three outlines and the five constants, and is naturally different from the martial arts and heroic of the northern clans, so that the son can laugh and laugh... β
Liu Guan bowed again and saluted respectfully. An ancient Confucian style.
Southern Han Chinese? Xiao Zimo raised his head and looked at the man carefully, his beard was sparse and his face was white.
O Southγγγγγγ Her hometown is also in the Jiangnan Water Town, the Yangtze River Delta region. But that was hundreds, if not millennia, years from now.
Because of this relationship, Xiao Zimo has a good impression of this respectful and humble reader.
This gentleman seems to be very knowledgeable, and it must be a humble word to take care of daily life. Her young father still knows how to find a reliable teacher to enlighten her, and it seems that he is not all bastard fathers.
"Naa... En... That and that... "Is it reasonable for a two-year-old child to say such a sentence? Xiao Zimo's pink mouth pouted, pouted his ass and pulled it on the edge of the shaker, stretching his lotus-like arms.
"What does the little boy want? Do you want the old slave to help? β
"Uh-huhγγγγγγ" Zi Mo is enough for the small bronze mirror. God, someone finally understands what she means~
Liu Guan brought Xiao Zimo the mirror she had been thinking about for a long time. Yellowish, but much better than the reflection on the water.
Xiao Zimo shrunk, and she didn't know what she had become. Finally, there is a mirror, so I take it and look at it carefully.
γγγγγγ The little baby held the mirror, reunited with himself in the mirror after two years of absence, Xiao Zimo stared with wide eyes!
Click... The child's hand was not held steady, and the mirror immediately fell from Xiao Zimo's hand, but fortunately, Liu Guan caught it in time, and the mirror did not break.
Yes...... Xiao Zimo was stunned.
She used to look good, and now this skin is even better. No, it's not just good, remembering that the nun in the nunnery praised her in the letter to the young father, she always thought it was a ceremonial pat, but she didn't expect itγγγγγγ
Does a two-and-a-half-year-old grow up to be so scientific?
Does a two-and-a-half-year-old boy look like this? The parts below her haven't exerted their energy yet, so her face is bewitching like this at the age of two and a half?!
Xiao Zimo wanted to cover his face and roar, Monet's cry must have been painted for her.
This appearance, in another three years and five years, it will be upside down all beings.
When the time comes, you have to pay attention to the safety of your life when you pack and sneak out for a trip, and how can you go freely and wander the world and kill all directions??! Fall in anger! The world is too chaotic!
Xiao Zimo suddenly found that it was far from enough for her young father to find her a literate teacher. She herself asked for an additional class - a martial arts class!
In this way, Xiao Zimo lived in the bustling downtown of Yecheng. Although it is close to the red light district, it is comfortable to live in a separate courtyard.
In fact, children here generally start to practice martial arts at the age of five, which is customary. But Zi couldn't wait, she was also afraid that she, a little white-collar worker who was used to touching the mouse and blowing the air conditioner, would have a thin body, so the stupid bird flew first.
The gentleman who was invited by her young father to teach her was very big, and it was Hu Luguang, the general of the dynasty.
Xiao Zi Mo attaches equal importance to martial arts, and marches all the way towards the good son of China.
Under the careful cultivation of Mr. Liu Guan and Mr. Liu, Zimo slowly changed from a big illiterate person who was full of Chinese characters but barely recognized half of the books, and jumped over when he saw a book, to a writer who could admire her own when she picked up the calligraphy written by the brush! Great writer!
Of course, this is what Xiao Zimo said himselfγγγγγγ
Bang, Mr. Liu knocked the ring ruler on her small desk again. Ay...... The small desks used by people in this era were very low, no more than 40 centimeters. She knelt on the mat all day long, and she couldn't stretch her legs, but fortunately she was young, otherwise she would have shrunk and not be tired to death! Hey, my legs are sore. Xiao Zimo took advantage of Mr. not paying attention, and sat on the side with his legs crooked.
"Childe, your choice of words and sentences is starting to be disorganized again. The old slave has always praised the son's intelligence, and many Chinese characters are self-taught, although the pronunciation is strange, but the meaning is understood. Childe has finally learned all the words he should know now, but how can he write such an article with sentences that are so upside down, and there are no rules at all, what kind of system is this? The old slave thinks that what the son writes, the old slave understands, but you can't write like this, but you will be laughed at! Ay! Is it because the old slave is taught to be lawless? Mr. Liu Guan stroked his beard, patted the ring ruler, and paced around the room anxiously.
Ay...... She's also embarrassed. With the body of a little baby, it is actually the brain of Bensan woman, and there is no advantage in learning language, but fortunately, the body is still small, and you can learn it slowly, and there is time. Transitioning from modern Chinese to ancient Chinese, from tapping the keyboard and pinching a ballpoint pen to writing a tadpole-sized Xiaoli book with a soft brush dipped in ink, is it easy?
She is not embarrassed by the pronunciation of ancient Chinese, the key is that she also has to learn Xianbei language.
Don't talk about it, it's all tears when you talk too much! Is Xianbei Wen learned by people? How naΓ―ve she was to say that she couldn't learn English well at that time, which meant that she loved China!
Habitually sighing, just make a mat with a butt, let your legs stretch freely, ah~~~~~~~ comfortable!