"If you want to tell the story of Chang'e running to the moon, you must first talk about Houyi...... Legend has it that in ancient times, ten suns suddenly appeared in the sky, and the earth smoked, and the common people could not live anymore. There is a powerful hero named Hou Yi, who is determined to relieve this suffering for the common people......"

There were many people around, and when the little boy's friends heard that Yang Xu was going to tell a story, they quickly ran over, squatting or standing around him.

Under the moonlight, every child's eyes shone with the light of knowledge, as bright as the stars in the sky.

The children in Yangjiazhai are almost literate, and they usually don't have access to any entertaining things, so a small story can deeply attract them, immerse them in it, and they will reminisce after many years.

In the courtyard that belonged to Yang Hongyu in the distance, Yang Xing and a girl walked out one after the other, each holding a few books in their hands.

The girl was slender, wearing a light blue skirt, combing a pair of maidens, under the eyebrows of the distant mountains, a pair of sheared eyes were clear and smart, as if she could speak, and there was a sunny and youthful atmosphere on her body.

When Yang Xing and the girl in the blue skirt came to the gate of Yang Xu's courtyard, they found that Yang Xu was sitting on a stone not far away, surrounded by a group of children in the village.

Yang Xing looked surprised, pouted at Yang Xu, and whispered to the girl in the blue skirt beside him: "Thrush, that young man is Yang Xu." The owner of the village is the book he wants to borrow...... If the owner of the village tells you, go and tell him! ”

The girl in the blue skirt, named Thrush, as if she had not heard him, pricked up her ears and made a gesture of listening.

“…… Chang'e took the elixir and suddenly flew up. She flew out of the window and over the silver-glowing countryside, flying higher and higher. The blue night sky hangs with a bright moon. Chang'e has been flying towards the moon......"

Yang Xu's voice kept coming with the night wind, and the thrush listened attentively, and a pair of sheared eyes almost forgot to blink.

The thrush is only more than fifteen years old, and to put it bluntly, she is still a child who has not yet fully matured physically and mentally, and the stories told by Yang Xu naturally have a great attraction to her.

What is that Yang Xu talking about, so interesting?

Yang Xing couldn't help but smile and shook his head when he saw that the group of children in the village, including the thrush, listened so fascinated.

“…… After Hou Yi came back, he didn't see his wife Chang'e, but found that the bright moon was in the sky, the shadow of the tree was swaying on the round moon, a jade rabbit was jumping around under the tree, and his wife Chang'e was standing next to a laurel tree and gazing at herself affectionately...... Hou Yi and his wife are separated from each other and cannot be reunited, so they can only go to Chang'e's favorite back garden to put incense on the table, put her favorite honey and fresh fruits, etc., to sacrifice ......"

At the end of Yang Xu's story, the children at the scene were all silent, as if they were still immersed in the story just now.

Thrush is a little older than those children, so he is more sensible, understands that the separation of husband and wife is a painful thing, and is full of sympathy for Chang'e.

After listening to Yang Xu's story, she bit her lip lightly, her eyes were red, and her eyes were shining with shiny things.

"Pomon is a big badass!"

Thrush suddenly muttered to herself.

Yang Xing on the side was stunned: "Who is Pengmeng?" ”

The thrush said: "It's Hou Yi's disciple!" If it weren't for his bad intentions, persecuting Chang'e, and wanting to rob Hou Yi of the elixir, Chang'e would not have swallowed the elixir, ascended to the Moon Palace, and separated from Hou Yi and his wife......"

Yang Xing didn't listen to the story, so he looked confused......

Yang Xu stood up from the middle of a group of children, and then saw Yang Xing and Thrush standing in front of the courtyard gate.

"Brother Yang......"

Yang Xu walked over with a smile, and when he saw the picturesque and slim thrush beside Yang Xing, his eyes lit up slightly, and he thought to himself whose little girl is this, born so bright and lovely, isn't it Yang Xing's daughter?

No, Yang Xing still seems to be a single person at the moment......

I saw a cold and pretty female village owner before, and now I see a bright and lovely little girl, I can't imagine this little Yang family village, although it is poor and backward, but the mountains and rivers are beautiful, but it is quite supportive.

"Brother Yang, I borrowed the book for you."

Yang Xing said, and pointed to the thrush beside him: "This is the maid thrush next to the owner of the village." She came on behalf of the owner of the village and has something to ask you...... Well, put these books in your room first, and then let's talk? ”

Yang Xu was about to accompany the two of them into the hospital, but was grabbed by the corner of his clothes by the little boy who was crying before.

"Uncle...... Would you like to tell another story? ”

The little boy looked up at Yang Xu and asked timidly.

A group of other children also gathered around, their innocent and clear eyes full of anticipation.

Another girl, who was about the same age as a little boy, said in a milky voice: "Tiedan, I heard my mother say that scholars should be honored as Mr. ......"

The little boy said "ah" and immediately changed his words: "First ...... Sir, would you like to tell you another story? ”

"Sir! Mr! Tell us another story! ”

Other children pleaded.

"Okay, let's talk about one more ...... This is the last one. If you want to listen to it again, you'll have to wait until tomorrow evening......"

Yang Xu couldn't bear to disappoint those children after all, so he smiled apologetically at Yang Xing and Thrush and sat down again.

"In a distant land, there lived a king and a queen, and they longed to have a child, so they prayed to heaven with great sincerity...... Soon after, the queen gave birth to a lovely girl. The girl's skin was as white as snow, and her cheeks were as red as apples, and the king and queen named her Snow White......"

The story of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs was regarded as a classic in the world before Yang Xu and was deeply loved by children.

Even Yang Xing, a big man, listened with interest.

"It seems that this Yang Xu is undoubtedly a scholar, otherwise how could he tell such an interesting story?"

Yang Xing looked at Yang Xu under the moonlight, and said eloquently, and gradually developed a little respect in his heart.

When Yang Xu said that Snow White fainted after eating the poisonous apple of the bad-hearted queen, even Yang Xing, a big man, couldn't help but hang his heart.

The girl thrush beside him, her breathing became a little short, her eyebrows were also tightly frowned, and her pure and beautiful face was full of pity and worry.

And the few girls around Yang Xu had a layer of mist in their eyes.

Everyone's emotions fluctuate with the story told by Yang Xu.

“…… The dwarfs wept and put Snow White in a glass coffin filled with flowers for a grand funeral...... A neighboring prince passed by the forest and saw the beautiful and lovely princess in the glass coffin, and the mourning dwarfs and small animals beside him......"

When everyone around Yang Xu heard this, their eyes lit up, and they felt that Snow White would not die like this, and there should be a miracle.

“…… The prince couldn't help but lean over and kiss Snow White...... A kiss of love brings Snow White back from the dead......"

Hearing this, both Yang Xing and Thrush secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and their faces showed relief and joy.

A group of children were smiling, and some even cheered.

At the end of the story, it is natural that the bad-hearted queen is punished, and the prince and Snow White live happily together......

The group of people listened to it like a dream, so much so that a moment after Yang Xu's words fell, they were still reminiscing and did not want to disperse.