Because of the animation supplement of 'Story Matching Machine', Xi Luo can guess the story told by Meng Ru.

"A long time ago, there was a powerful man named Cao Cao. He had two sons, one named Cao Pi and the other Cao Zhi. Three men with round faces instantly appeared on the animation, and whoever reported their names would jump out and wave to Xi Luo.

"Cao Zhi has been smart and clever since he was a child, and he is deeply loved by his father, and one day he ...... In contrast, it is difficult for his brother to be taken seriously, so that Cao Pi has always been jealous of Cao Zhi because of this..... Later, Cao Cao died, and Cao Pi inherited his position, so he planned to take revenge on Cao Zhi. ”

"Cao Cao... Like... Cao Zhi? Why, Cao Pi, became king? Xi Luo tried to make his pronunciation more accurate.

Meng Ru was stunned for a moment, and added: "In that era, there were rules that the elders and young were orderly, and the father's status would be passed on to the elder brother first. ”

"Got it." Xi Luo inexplicably felt that the story was a little familiar, and sure enough, the struggle for power would be repeated for thousands of years.

One day, Cao Pi said to Cao Zhi: I heard that your articles are very powerful, and your poems are also very well written, are they not fake? Cao Zhi said as a matter of course: My talent is real. Cao Pi suddenly straightened his face: Then I will give you time to walk seven steps, and you can write me a good poem, otherwise I will punish you severely. ”

Cao Zhi was also angry and felt that his brother was too ruthless, so he wrote a poem to satirize him - boiling beans burns beans, and beans cry in the kettle. This is born from the same root, so why not be in a hurry to fry each other. ”

Xi Luo is a little confused, how can he get to the ancient poems again.

Meng Ru smiled slightly, and the cartoon character on the screen turned into a big pot of soup cooking. The peasant woman boiled the beans in a pot and threw the stalks into the fire to burn them to raise the temperature of the water.

"You see, that's what this poem is about. In the past, people burned soybean straw to cook beans, and the sound of boiling water seemed to be mixed with the mournful cry of beans. Beans and bean straw are fruits and leaves that grow on the same root, but you torment me and boil me, why are you so vicious? ”

With Meng Ru's explanation, Xi Luo's confusion was immediately solved. My mind was emptied of all other thoughts for a long time, and the only thing I could remember was the beans and the bean weeds, and the boiling cauldron.

"Boiled beans burn beans, and beans cry in the kettle."

Xi Luo memorized very slowly, but miraculously, every word of this poem seemed to be engraved in her mind, and she couldn't forget it.

"It's the same root, why be too anxious to fry each other!"

"Luoluo is so smart." Meng Ru's eyes lit up, he had only read this poem once before, Xi Luo actually remembered it completely, and seeing her like this, it seemed that he understood the meaning of this poem.

How can it be.

Meng Ru shook his head, Luoluo is only four years old, let them memorize ancient poems, just to let them be influenced by some literary classics, as for understanding the connotation of the poems, it is all a matter of Mingli.

Meng Ru, who had planned to stop at the point, was a little curious again, and he suddenly wanted to know where the limit of Xi Luo's child was.

"Luoluo, this poem may not be entirely true."

"Huh?" Xi Luo moved his gaze to Meng Ru, and there was a little maturity in his eyes that did not match his age.

"In modern times, a poet reinterpreted the story and wrote a poem."

"Hmm." Xi Luo raised his head and looked at Meng Ru with gray eyes, as if urging him to hurry up.

"The poem is written like this—boiled beans burn beans, and beans are ripe and turned to ashes. The ripe man is on the table, and the ash is made of fertilizer in the field. It's not born from the same root, why is it willing to self-destruct? ”

"Slow." Xi Luo tugged at the corner of Meng Ru's clothes, looking a little dissatisfied.

Meng Ru was amused by Xi Luo's movements, and couldn't help but reach out and poke Xi Luo's bulging face: "The meaning of this poem is that the beans burn themselves to turn the beans into treasures at the banquet, and after they turn into ashes, they can only be used as fertilizer in the fields. If it weren't for the fact that we are the same leaf fruit, why would I be willing to go to your own destruction in exchange for your new life? ”

"I don't understand." Xi Luo's soft fingers pointed to the story cooperation machine placed in the corner of the wall, "If you don't say it, you want him to say it." ”

Meng Ru was surprised by Xi Luo's keen observation, and in the face of Xi Luo's eyes staring at him, helplessness rose in his heart. I had to make an animation temporarily, probably because of the tight time, and the finished product looked a little rough, but it was no problem for Xi Luo to understand the general meaning.

"Luoluo, how about reciting this poem as well?"

"You go and carry it." Xi Luo glanced at Meng Ru, the task of reciting poems today has been completed, why do you have to do your homework.

"My brother-in-law is old and has a bad memory, so he can't memorize it." Meng Ru pointed his finger and made a troubled look.

"Where you finger ... It's the brain. ”

Meng Ru pretended to retract his hand as if nothing had happened, and continued to find the topic: "Which poem does Luoluo think is better written?" ”

"Stupid, I'm not a bean." Xi Luo is habitually cold, "It depends on what Douzi thinks." ”

"Poof."

Xi Luo saw that Meng Ru's story was finished, and the system reward was also in hand, and he didn't mean to continue to tell the next story, so he chose to abandon the chaos without hesitation. stood up on the bed, ran to the front in three or two and got into the quilt, covered it, and put the back of his head on Meng Ru.

"Luoluo?" Meng Ru tried to summon a sentence.

"Goodbye."

"You should say 'good night.'"

"Goodbye."

"Good night!"

"Okay, goodbye!"

Meng Ru glanced at his watch, the time was indeed not early, so he didn't compete with Xi Luo for a while, pulled the quilt for Xi Luo, turned off the switch of the story machine, and closed the door and left after repeatedly confirming that there was nothing forgotten.

I didn't bother so much about raising a son back then, and my daughter was really a sweet burden.

"Finished with the story?" In the bedroom, Cang Shulei was applying a mask, trying to restrain the superfluous expression on her face when she spoke.

"Well, Lei Lei, I think Luoluo is a genius."

"Oh."

"Leilei? Are you surprised? ”

"Dr. Gu had already told me that when they examined Luoluo, they found that Luoluo's brain development rate was more than 20%, which is more than twice that of ordinary high-IQ talents. Dr. Gu even suspected that the root cause of Luoluo's autism was that she had not found the same kind. ”

"Didn't I go to the hospital with you? Why didn't you tell me at the time? Meng Ru felt a huge impact in his heart.

"Why should I tell irrelevant people about my sister."

“......”

Ten o'clock in the evening.

"Wait, I seem to have forgotten something." Cang Shulei, who was about to sleep, suddenly sat up from the bed, "Lao Meng, Lao Meng, your son called me before, but I was too lazy to take it when I was applying the mask, you give him a back." ”

"Don't go back, sleepy." Meng Ru decisively covered his face with a quilt.

"Wouldn't it be good?" Cang Shulei hesitated, but her tone seemed to have been convinced.

"It's okay, it's not the first time anyway." Meng Ru replied in a daze, "If that kid comes back to investigate this matter, he will say that there is a time difference between the two places, and he didn't receive it when he slept, or that he lost his phone and just found it." ”

"Yes, then go to sleep." Cang Shulei wanted to lie down, but stopped again, "No, I have to go to see Luoluo again." ”

"Luoluo." Meng Ru rubbed his temples and became energetic, "Then I'll go with you to have a look." ”