Meng Changxi, who had rubbed shoulders with the 'somersault cloud' four times in a row, couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with his eyes. But fortunately, he and Xi Luo finally completed the task before the end of the test, and what they got was a somersault cloud bookmark that was hung at the door of the bookstore.

The owner of the bookstore issued a second task for them, handing over the 'somersault cloud' in his hand to the person who was most like the Great Sage in Yunxiang, and invited him to attend the dinner party prepared by the program team.

In this link, the program team did not arrange a group performance to play the great sage in advance, and it is completely unknown who the children will give the 'somersault cloud' to in the end.

In fact, children can make decisions several times faster than ordinary adults, and Zhang Shaochen originally thought it would take at least four or five hours to complete the task, but it was all completed in two hours.

The little encyclopedia gave the 'cloud painting' given to him by the old painter to a boy who grew up eating a hundred family meals; the little ghost gave the cloud steamed bun to the middle-aged man who was running for life; Gu Chengye gave the sugar cloud to the old man who pinched the candy; Wushu stuffed the big cloud from the doll shop into the arms of the grandmother who was sweeping the floor against the cold wind; Huahua gave the umbrella in the shape of a somersault cloud to the little girl who was playing the role of the Great Sage with a golden hoop stick......

"Why did you give them somersault clouds?"

"Where do they resemble the Great Sage? They don't have fiery eyes, they can't change seventy-two, they can't kill demons, they can't be arrogant enough, they are all ordinary people who are bound by life, aren't they? ”

"Because they need somersault clouds."

"They will be happy to receive the somersault cloud."

"The Great Sage is fictional, but they are all real people."

......

In the face of the program team's deliberately difficult questions, the childish language of several children seems to be telling that the answer should be like this, which is obviously a picture full of joy, but it makes people have the urge to cry.

"Ancestor, when will you give away your somersault cloud bookmark?" Meng Changxi sighed with emotion about other people's children, but looked down and saw that Xi Luo was still holding the bookmark in his hand.

Xi Luo was silent for a while, reached out and took out the Journey to the West illustration book in his backpack, and without thinking, he turned to a certain page in the book, and sandwiched the somersault cloud at the feet of the great sage in the picture.

"Yo, you're pretty smart, give bookmarks to books, have ideas."

"Stupid." Xi Luo glanced at Meng Changxi with disgust, broke his palm and said, "Give it to you, don't lose it." ”

After finishing speaking, he refused to look back, Meng Changxi looked at the extra illustration book in his hand, but a burst of ecstasy of recognition rose in his heart, and his mood couldn't be better.

In the afternoon, the six children were taken by the staff to visit the Journey to the West Museum, and the parents helped the program team prepare a farewell dinner. The venue for the dinner was chosen in the largest open space in the center of the village, and many of the tables and chairs were borrowed from the villagers' homes. The program team has no special restrictions on the number of people at the dinner, and every villager who has provided help can come and participate.

Six adults and children sat at a table, and villagers kept shyly asking if they could take a group photo or sign an autograph, among which the most popular was the combination of Xi Luo and Meng Changxi.

The recording of the second day ended in the laughter of the dinner, and the recording in Yunxiang came to an end.

The content of the shooting on the morning of the third day is mainly to review the most memorable content of the experience of the previous two days.

At noon, all the adults began to pack their things and prepare to take their children home. Only Meng Changxi received a lunch invitation from Mr. Zeng Shengshu, although the invitation was a little abrupt, he still pushed down the dinner of the program team and rushed over with Xi Luo.

When Mr. Zeng came to open the door, he was wearing a black apron around his waist, and he still had a smile on his face: "I'm the only one in the family, and there is not much stock in the refrigerator, so the food is a little simple, I hope you don't mind." ”

"No, no, no, we're bothering you." Meng Changxi hurriedly shook his head, he could let a person of Mr. Zeng's status make a special trip to invite him to dinner, and if he let others know, he would not be envious to death.

"You are guests when you come to my house, how can you be lazy."

"You're a senior, so it's a bit of a junior." Meng Changxi looked particularly respectful, "When I was a child, I always heard my father mention you, saying that you are his university teacher, and he has benefited a lot from you." ”

"That's what he said?" Zeng Shengshu seemed to be smiling, his expression was slightly strange, "That kid didn't scold me?" There are 90 students in their class, and I only hang him in the subject every year, and he almost fails to complete his course twice, but he doesn't hate me? ”

"Poof." Meng Changxi was stunned, "My dad said that he is an honor student every year, and even you love him very much......"

". I've been watching him unpleasantly for a long time, and you say that if someone else skips class or fails the exam, I'll turn a blind eye, but he can't. What's his name, Meng Ru! What kind of person can be called the word 'Confucian', fool me with that kind of achievement, and be worthy of his name? ”

"That's it, that kid still gave me a nickname, made up oil poems, and made fun of me. In the end, the whole BGI students would sing the phrase 'Lao Zeng, Lao Zeng, are you a demon'! Zeng Lao said that in the end, he couldn't help singing.

Meng Changxi laughed dryly, eager to immediately dig a hole and bury his father in it, which is completely different from what he said before, okay: "Are you looking for me this time for my father's business?" ”

"I want to live a few more years, thank you." Zeng Shengshu picked up the chopsticks and beckoned, "Changxi, Xi Luo, you can pick up what you like to eat." ”

"Good, good." Meng Changxi smiled and nodded.

Zeng Shengshu thought about it, but decided to say directly: "The main reason I came to you this time is to hope that you will help me ask your parents something." ”

Meng Changxi couldn't help but be a little nervous when he saw Zeng Lao being so polite: "If you have something to say, father he will do his best, he has always admired you, and he always told me in private that the proudest thing in his life is to be your student." ”

"Really?" Zeng Lao was a little surprised, "Then do you think he will object to me accepting Xiao Xi Luo as a closed disciple?" ”

"What?!!" Meng Changxi exclaimed, looking up and down at Xi Luo for a long time, "Are you serious?" ”

"I think Xi Luo is very wise, and he is the most suitable to inherit my doctrine."

"No, that's not what I meant. Xiao Xiluo's matter is really not something I can decide, I have to go back and discuss it with my parents first. Meng Changxi forced himself to calm down. Hongmen Banquet, this must be Hongmen Banquet. If her mother knew that there was another one who grabbed her sister with her, would she be angry and grab the knife and come over to fight it alone!

"You can discuss it carefully, Xiao Xi Luo also agrees."

"Yes." Xi Luo was named, and nodded in cooperation.

Zeng Shengshu saw Meng Changxi stunned aside, and couldn't help but sigh that the psychological quality of young people now is not enough.

The three of them sat down to eat together, but the atmosphere was inexplicably awkward.

The screen of Zeng Shengshu's mobile phone on the table lit up, revealing a pure white screensaver.

Meng Changxi asked casually: "Elder Zeng, your screensaver says 'faith'." ”

"yes. Isn't that the trend right now? ”

"How can it be the same, others may be chasing trends, but you are a person who really has 'faith'."

"Faith?" Zeng Lao thought it was funny, but when he looked down and saw Xi Luo's confused expression, his mind moved, and he asked casually, "Then do you know what faith is?" What do you think I believe in? ”