Father? Do you mean that Andersen, in order to express his dissatisfaction with the social system, wrote a little girl to death? ”

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Ye Xiuwen originally thought that the matter had been satisfactorily solved by himself, but he didn't want his daughter to ask another strange question, and she didn't follow her own train of thought at all.

Ye Xiuwen gently lifted the hair on his forehead.

"Dad, why are you sweating?" Ye Fan said curiously.

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Ye Xiuwen was speechless again, and said in his heart: You always ask like this, can I not sweat?

But again, he must not let his daughter go further and further down the wrong path.

"Daughter, this is a literary creation, and the author is just using this little girl to express the society at that time."

"That can't write the little girl to death? Isn't this just unscrupulous means to achieve one's own ends?

And this fairy tale is not reasonable in the first place. Isn't it about selling apples for Christmas?

If this story were to be thought of in a different way, it could become a very satisfying story.

On Christmas Eve, a little girl selling apples sends blessings everywhere, wishing everyone a safe and happy Christmas.

Both rich and poor people are very fond of little girls. Because she is an angel who sends blessings.

Poor people would invite her to their homes, and rich people would give her delicious food.

She watched as the apples that were given out one by one turned into gold coins, and even though it was snowing outside, her heart was warm.

This story tells us that at the beginning of human beings, they are inherently good, and as long as they treat others with sincerity, they will be rewarded,......."

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Ye Xiuwen had a headache and didn't speak for a while.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Ye Fan saw his father frowning and asked with concern.

"It's nothing, Dad was thinking, why don't we change the story?"

Ye Xiuwen had an idea, and felt that this was a good note, and it was appropriate to change the story.

"What are we talking about, Dad?" Ye Fan is easy to speak, as if his father can say anything.

But at this time, Ye Xiuwen didn't start talking immediately, he was thinking about it. Xindao: This foreign story is not easy to tell, or change to a Chinese story.

Thinking of this, Ye Xiuwen nodded, feeling that Huaxia's story was still reliable.

"So, Dad will tell you a story about a monkey fishing for the moon,......"

"Is it the story of not being able to recognize and act, blindly doing it, but in the end it is just a flower in the moon mirror in the water?

But Dad, I don't think monkeys are going to catch the moon, because monkeys don't know the moon at all. They are just like the little girl in the little match girl, which the author uses to carry the blame. ”

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Ye Xiuwen didn't know how many times he had been speechless this night. The current theories of children in the heart are very strange, right? But the weird one makes sense.

"What about Kong Rongrang pear?" Ye Xiuwen asked rhetorically.

"So many pears can be eaten at random, because it is a waste of time for a pear to let it go?" Ye Fan also asked rhetorically.

"I'll ,......."

Ye Xiuwen stroked his head, a little crying and laughing. Xindao: I can't tell this story tonight. But there is one thing he still doesn't understand, how can his daughter have so many strange truths?

"Daughter? Who told you this story? Ye Xiuwen was a little speechless. He had to find the person who told his daughter's story.

"Auntie." Ye Fan said confidently.

"Xia Fang, you roll over for me."

Ye Xiuwen roared angrily, and the lights of the entire villa suddenly lit up.

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"What is this kid yelling at when he doesn't sleep at night?" Zhou Yun heard his son's roar and said incomprehensibly.

"Yes, call Xia Fang over, and still be so loud, what kind of system is this? I'll go and see, you lie down. ”

Ye Ying got up helplessly and went outside the room, but saw Xia Fang holding her two ears and lips with both hands to listen to the training.

"Xiuwen? What for? Don't sleep at night? Ye Ying asked.

"Dad, you don't know that she is too annoying, tell Xia Fang stories and explain them randomly.

I told Ye Fan the story of Snow White, and Ye Fan said that it was a tragic story of being abused by her stepmother, and I was planning to find her a stepmother.

I told Ye Fan about the little girl who sold matches, and Ye Fan said that the little girl who sold matches was stupid, and she should sell apples on Christmas Eve, not matches. And because the author wanted to express his dissatisfaction, he wrote a little girl to death.

I thought about another story of China, and I said that I wanted to tell a story about a monkey fishing for the moon. Ye Fan also said that the monkey has no knowledge of the moon, and this story is also the author's stupid writing of the monkey in order to express his thoughts. If the monkey were to be able to speak, he would have protested with a sign.

Okay, I won't talk about monkeys, I'll tell you a story about Kong Rong making pears. Ye Fan said again, how much time is it a waste of time for a pear to let it go around?

Tell me, how do I tell this story?

So I asked Ye Fan, who told you this story? She said it was her aunt! ......”

Ye Xiuwen said and spread his hands. Ye Ying nodded helplessly when she heard this, thinking yes, the story is not right.

However, he was about to say two words about Xia Fang, and when he criticized her, Xia Fang suddenly said confidently: "The story is not wrong for me to tell?" But understanding is Ye Fan's own business. I was also very curious at the time, why Ye Fan had so many crooked reasons. I think it's my brother-in-law's genes. ”

"You didn't tell me?" Ye Xiuwen had some unbelief. Because according to his understanding of Xia Fang, it is very likely that these fallacies came out of her mouth.

"I swear, I swear to the lamp." Xia Fang pointed to the lamp and swore an oath.

"Ye Fan?"

At this time, Ye Xiuwen looked at his daughter again.

"Dad? I'm saying this to you as your own. Otherwise, I would be like them, saying things against my will. Ye Fan said strongly.

"Forget it, Xiuwen, I think it's good to have one more way of thinking, as long as the thinking doesn't slip, let's follow Ye Fan."

Ye Xiuwen was a peacemaker on the side, and he wanted to turn this one over.

However, at this time, Ye Xiuwen shook his head and said: "No, we must establish a correct outlook on life, values, and worldview for Ye Fan." It's not okay if these three views are not correct! ......”

(End of chapter)