What?

When Yue Xiaoke's words sounded.

The audience fell into a deathly silence.

The emotional expressions of the audience in front of the screen were all frozen on their faces.

Mr. Huang held his forehead with his hand, and he and Sun Zheng had already seen that something was wrong with this piece of fabric.

Because the words on this piece of cloth are not written with a brush.

This line of poetry is clearly from the modern black pen!

Now, since Xiao Ke said that her father wrote it, then everything makes sense.

In the live broadcast room, there are also more barrages.

"It turned out to be written by Yue Yang, I took back what I just said, it was really ugly."

"Objectively speaking, it's really ugly to write, but I have to say that being able to write this kind of thing shows that this guy is still a bit of a backbone."

"There are bones, but it's a pity that he is a person who abandons his wife and daughter, and he is too irresponsible."

"Do you think this piece of fabric looks familiar?"

"Hey, won't you? It's like the cloth on the flag. ”

……

The audience was talking.

And the sharp-eyed audience found the problem of fabric.

This piece of fabric is not a modern product.

Judging from the color and texture, it is exactly the same as the flag just now.

The program team is also professional.

When there was such a discussion in the live broadcast room, the flag was unfolded again, and a close-up came.

Sure enough.

In the lower right corner of the "General Tianwei" banner, there is an inconspicuous corner, a piece missing.

Obviously, this was torn off by Yue Yang.

Suddenly, the audience in the live broadcast room was furious.

"Yue Yang, this kid is too bad! I actually tore the banner of my ancestors! ”

"Is it tolerable or intolerable? If I had to run into him, I'd have given him a good look! ”

"That's right! Better not let me see him on the street! ”

"But...... Even if you see him, you don't know him. ”

"Uh......"

In the barrage, there were more and more reprimands for Yue Yang.

After all, it is the banner of the ancestors, how can it be easily torn apart?

Inside the Buddha Hall.

"Uncle Sun, I want to put this piece of fabric away."

Yue Xiaoke said very seriously.

"Why?"

Sun Zheng subconsciously asked rhetorically.

"Because, there is Daddy's handwriting on it!"

Xiao Ke said with a happy face.

Everyone sighed for a while, what a sensible child this is.

Being able to have her father's handwriting seems to be a very happy thing for her.

"Xiao Ke is too sensible."

"If only I had a daughter like that."

“……”

The audience in the live broadcast room was moved again.

But Mr. Huang said to Xiao Ke: "This piece of fabric belongs to yours, you can put it away." ”

Xiao Ke nodded happily, and then asked a question that embarrassed both Sun Zheng and Teacher Huang: "Is there any meaning for my father to leave this note in the incense burner?" ”

Sure enough, in Xiao Ke's eyes, everything her father does is right and meaningful.

But this matter is obvious, the poems on the cloth were written by Yue Yang when he was a child.

As for why he stayed in the incense burner, it was probably because Yue Yang was afraid of being scolded by his parents, so he hid in the incense burner.

But in Xiao Ke's opinion, her father's everything is meaningful.

What kind of man was her father? can make her daughter worship like this.

"Of course there is a deep meaning! He wants to tell everyone that you must be a useful person! ”

Looking at Xiao Ke's expectant eyes, Mr. Huang could only make up a reason.

"And what is a useful person?"

Xiao Ke pouted, not quite able to understand what Teacher Huang meant.

"No matter what work you do, as long as you love your job and contribute to society, you are a useful person."

"That is, the current sense of the people!"

Teacher Huang explained.

The poems of the ancients probably meant to be dead.

But the reader is alive.

The understanding of poetry may be different in every era.

Whether these words are coaxing or not, they are Mr. Huang's true feelings from the bottom of his heart.

"Then my dad is also a master?" Little laughable.

"Uh...... While...... Of course. ”

Teacher Huang nodded and looked at Sun head-on.

Is Yue Yang a masterpiece?

They don't comment on that.

Chen Mengxi had a gloomy face.

She really didn't know what ecstasy soup Yue Yang had poured into her daughter.

Such an irresponsible husband and father obviously left their daughter.

's own daughter still worships him so blindly.

What kind of magic does this Yue Yang have?

"Alright, don't be stunned. Before you know it, it's getting dark, so let's prepare dinner first. ”

"Check the room and talk about it after you've eaten."

At this time, Mr. Huang changed the topic and blew all the staff away.

Since the main content of the yearning has now become the exploration of the Yue family's ancestral house, the cooking ingredients, the program team no longer does any tricks, and all of them are provided for free.

Teacher Huang was busy in front of the stove, while Chen Mengxi was working beside him.

Chen Mengxi is actually from the grassroots, and he is not skilled in cooking, but he can also help a little.

That's not the point, though.

The reason why she came to help Mr. Huang was because she wanted to share the clues she found.

"Teacher Huang, what do you think this is?"

Chen Mengxi saw that there was no one else around, and the cameraman also went to take pictures, but they went, and secretly took out a wooden board.

"It's ...... Where did you get it? ”

Teacher Huang was suddenly startled, Chen Mengxi's hand was a wooden board with pictures printed on it.

This wooden board is exactly the same as the wooden board embedded in the study and the chair in Yue Yang's room, except that the picture is a macaque!

"It's in the Buddha Hall!"

Chen Mengxi said.