Tang Xiaonan felt the old man's strong sadness, it was completely understandable, he came back with the blood of serving the motherland, but he suffered so much that he couldn't even fill his stomach, you must know that this old man is a big man who is sought after by everyone abroad, and countless famous schools have begged him to teach, not to mention that he is full, even if he has abalone and sea cucumber every day.

But now even eating a white rabbit toffee is a luxury wish, and even when he was about to be rehabilitated, he was beaten to death by a few ignorant fools, and the old man in the book was really miserable.

Tang Xiaonan held the old man's rough and thin hand and whispered-

“ Don't be dismal， don't be wild!

In the day of grief， be mild

Merry days will come， believe。 ”

Old Man Qi's body shook, looked at Tang Xiaonan in shock, excited, and said in a trembling voice: "Xiaonan, you ...... You read it again, read it again! ”

He only recited the poem once just now, and the speed of speech was not slow, even adults may not be able to remember it, but the sentences Tang Xiaonan read just now are not only pronunciation standards, but there is nothing wrong with the grammar of the words, this girl is only six years old.

Tang Xiaonan felt the happiness of the old man, his eyes were shining, and he looked at her like a treasure, the old man at this moment was happy and happy, because he found an excellent seedling, as a teacher, there is nothing that can make him happier than finding a good seedling.

After thinking about it for a while, Tang Xiaonan decided not to hide it anymore, even if she was not a genius, but if she could make the old man happy, she was willing to temporarily 'deceive' the old man, at least let him find some happiness in his gloomy life.

Tang Xiaoyan slowed down her tone and read the poem again, this poem was her favorite before, reciting it like a stream, and she also learned Russian because of this poem, because Pushkin is a Russian nobleman, only in Russian to create poetry, although the English and Chinese translations are good, but after all, it is not as good as the original text.

Out of love for Pushkin, as well as love for this poem, coupled with the fact that the Russian border trade became more and more prosperous during that time, Tang Xiaonan used his spare time to learn Russian, to be honest, Russian is much more difficult to learn than English, pronunciation rap, grammar is also complicated, if it were not for Pushkin and banknotes, Tang Xiaonan would definitely not be able to persevere.

In this way, she studied intermittently for two or three years, and in addition to the fact that she had met many Russian businessmen in her work, and had many opportunities to exercise, she was also quite fluent in Russian.

Moreover, because she is fluent in Russian, she has a lot of job opportunities, and many Russian businessmen are willing to ask her to be a translator, so she can earn a lot of money a year.

Under the spur of money, Tang Xiaonan sprouted a fanatical love for languages, and successively realized Korean and Japanese, both of which are very easy to learn, and Tang Xiaonan, who has mastered four languages, has become a celebrity in the foreign trade circle.

And she has a good service attitude, treats people warmly, and many company bosses are familiar with it, and can help foreign businessmen contact suppliers with high quality and low prices, even in the off-season of foreign trade, she is still busy, and her income will naturally rise.

However, Tang Xiaonan is a moonlight clan, no matter how much money she makes, she will max out her credit card, and she doesn't know where the money is spent, anyway, even if she earns 100,000 yuan a month, it is not enough.

The old man was stunned for a while before he slowly came back to his senses, hugged Tang Xiaonan excitedly, and laughed happily, "Xiaonan knows, you are a genius, haha...... God treats me well! ”

The laughter startled a group of birds, and also alarmed Shen Yuzhu, who came to the mountain to collect firewood, Shen Yuzhu, who was carrying a basket of fine firewood, looked at the old man and Tang Xiaonan who were hugging each other from a distance, his eyes gradually became jealous, and he was a little resentful.