Lu Pan's mother, after the initial surprise and surprise, also stopped coughing, and mentally calculated Lu Pan's eighteen-year-old age.

laughed at himself again, how could he have such an idea just now, it really shouldn't be, and it made his heart pound.

Still, she was interested in the children her son could hold.

You must know that when a few grandsons saw Minrui, they were like mice seeing cats, and they hid back.

So, Lu Pan's mother, Mrs. Guogongfu, instructed the big girl beside her to inquire carefully about the origin of the child, and before leaving the house, call us to our courtyard, I want to take a look.

Unexpectedly, the eldest girl turned around and told with a smile after a while, I heard that the old lady had gone to Songtao Pavilion, and no one was allowed to inform the young master.

"Oh?" Lu Pan's mother thought about it, smiled and shook her head, "Then let's go and take a look?" ”

"Princess, slow down, slow down." Only Mama Qin is sometimes called the old lady princess, and she has served the princess all her life.

The old lady stepped down, crossed the rockery, and pointed to the small pavilion, "Don't go any further, don't disturb them, just sit here and take a look." ”

She squinted her eyes and first looked at the blue child opposite, and then she set her eyes on her grandson, her eyes were extremely loving, as if she couldn't see enough, and carefully observed her grandson's expression.

At this time, in the Songtao Pavilion opposite the small pavilion.

Qian Mishou was standing in front of Lu Pan, showing what he had learned in the past few days one by one.

"The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.

Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs. ”

"Who taught."

Qian Mishou smiled and narrowed his eyes: "It's my sister." ”

Because from the face of the little general's brother, he found his brother's satisfied expression, so the villain was even more energetic:

"The grass grows and the warbler flies in the February sky, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

The children returned early from school and were busy releasing paper kites in the east wind. ”

"Busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites, paper kites, heh, who made this poem." Lu Pan put down the teacup and looked at the child seriously.

Who did it? No, "Anyway, my sister taught me." ”

If Song Fuling was here at this time, when she heard Lu Pan ask this, her heart jumped violently, no one reminded me not to pay attention, my God, why did I teach the poetry of the Later Dynasty as soon as I was bald, just remember that I went to school in primary school textbooks.

No, the Qing Dynasty is not too backward, Song Ling, you still pout:

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow."

Lu Pan waited, waited, wanted to wait for the next sentence, but there was no sound: "Why don't you read it?" ”

Qian Mishou spread his hands: "But it's gone, my sister just read this sentence, it was when she came here and it was snowing heavily, she opened the door of the house, opened her arms and stretched her waist, let me hear it, I wrote it down." ”

The small blackboard, the key points, stretching the waist, well, Lu Pan took the hot tea handed over by Junzi and took a sip.

Then, Mi Shou opened his mouth to read the poem, and the first sentence made him raise his eyebrows unexpectedly.

Unexpectedly, Song Fuling actually taught this poem.

Just listen, the children's voice said in a low tone:

"The sand is like snow in front of Huile Peak, and the moon outside the city is like frost.

I don't know where to blow the reed pipe, and I recruit people to look at the hometown overnight. ”

Lu Pan asked Qian Mishou: "Do you understand the meaning of this poem?" ”

Qian Mishou said:

"I know how to recruit people overnight.

My sister said that this night not only means that the hour has passed a night, but also can be understood as a person in the whole night, so it is called a night.

And not directly say that they are homesick, but that they all look in the direction of home.

It was dark at night, and they couldn't see the moon or anything, let alone see their home clearly, so they could only be reminded of their homesickness by the sound of the flute.

Brother, is what my sister said right, okay? ”

Lu Pan looked back at Qian Mishou silently, and the scene in his mind was the scene of his first expedition with his father.

At that time, he was fourteen years old, and he saw many soldiers his age.

There were many soldiers, who, after a vicious battle, cried their noses.

During the day, the more brutal the fighting, and at night, the more homesick people are.

At that time, he was in the night, and he also looked in the direction of home.

The first time I went to the battlefield to fight bloodily, the first time I killed someone, I remembered this poem, and I looked at my hometown overnight.

"Brother Little General, I can't hold on."

Lu Pan suddenly recalled his thoughts, and also startled Junzi, thinking that the child suddenly couldn't hold back his pee, belching.

But I didn't expect that this child was singing, and he sang with movements, singing and dancing, singing with strange voices and tunes, and dancing even more strangely.

"I have always had a dream in my heart, I want to learn martial arts with the general's brother, just like the heroic hero in the script, who acts chivalrous and righteous, and flies the eaves and walks the wall.

Brother, why can you walk like flowing water, pierce a line with a gun, and sweep a piece with a stick.

But you waved your sleeves and said to me. ”

Qian Mishou stopped singing: "Brother, it's your turn, you have to say, hurry up and practice." ”

Junzi was just about to stop it, what are you?

Lu Pan: "Hurry up and practice." After saying that, his ears were slightly red.

Junko: Cough cough cough cough.

"Okay!"

Qian Mishou raised a big smile and danced a few street dance movements that Song Fuling taught in her house while teasing the children, and continued to sing while twisting her little body:

"To practice, you must hold up the sun, and at night you must borrow the light of the moon, and you must not practice ten days a day.

Martial arts are learned first, and art is learned before etiquette, and I also keep it in mind.

The hero has been working for ten years off the stage, for a few quarters of an hour on the battlefield, who will understand the hardship and loneliness.

Swinging his fist in the wind, advancing and retreating like a dragon, inheriting the dream of a generation of heroes.

Wu De is heavier than the mountain, and fame and fortune are lighter. ”

Harvest.

Qian Mishou had a jumping red little face, and tilted his head to look at Lu Pan in a blue cotton jacket.

Lu Pan raised his eyebrows at Qian Mishou, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl, "It was also taught by your sister?" ”

Let's not analyze who wrote this word.

Teaching poetry, singing, and making small things, that little girl named Song Poria is really busy.

It turned out that the ugly steamer with a few cakes, and a sun face tied to the steamer was made by children. It turned out that the steamer, their sister also realized that the steamer was too ugly, not because she didn't want to make it look better, but she was busy from morning to night.

Moreover, Lu Pan learned a lot through the conversation with Qian Mishou this time.

The kid in front of him still knows how to do arithmetic, and he said that he was also taught by his sister, and he taught it directly with a copper plate.

"Yes, brother, sister not only taught me, but also taught a lot of brother and younger siblings, but they don't have a good memory as me."

Well, Lu Pan thought to himself: You are very good.

It's time for a snack.

Today, the eldest girl hibiscus, I don't know if the young master still eats dim sum, because before, the young master really ate a lot of cakes, and when she went to retrieve the cake, the flowers were eaten by the young master, and they were dug up in a mess.

But he didn't dare to break the rules, so he led a few other maids as usual, and served a few snacks that he loved to eat on the shore on weekdays.

Hibiscus waited for Qian Mishou to wash his hands again.

Qian Mishou dodged and said no, thank you, big sister, my sister said that she has to do her own things.

Hibiscus peeked at Lu Bin.

Lu Pan has been observing Mi Shou's hands and found that the washing is really clean.

"Brother, what kind of dim sum is this," Qian Mishou held up the dim sum that he had bitten into a small tooth mark.

"Poria cake." After speaking, Lu Pan picked one up and took a bite.

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