Bai Zezhi felt that Tang Junqi was a bit "excessive", but Ms. Lin seemed to be quite useful. So with the encouragement of Ms. Lin's smile, Tang Junqi continued to express his eagerness:

"I especially like your book of essays, 'Quiet Morning', and I remember many sentences. Among them is "The Smell of the City", the alleys of the crooked stone pavement, the stone walls crawling on several sides covered with dense creepers, the smell of wood mixed with grass, the smell of the lazy sun, the smell of clean lake water, the smell of clear well water, the smell of magnolia at the corner of the street, and even, the smell of wind oil essence wafting through the air...... This is the kind of smell we smelled when we were children on the way to our grandmother's house, and it was really nostalgic. But now, it's almost impossible to smell, the old-fashioned wooden houses have been demolished, and the reinforced concrete buildings have made every city the same, and you can't find your own unique smell......"

Tang Junqi was able to recite such a large paragraph, which surprised Bai Zezhi again. Ms. Lin was even more overjoyed, she nodded and said, "Yes, in the past, we used to know which city we were in with our eyes closed, but now even if we look with our eyes, we can't tell where it is." ”

"Yes, it's nostalgic, and it's helpless. I also particularly like your essay "Wings", you say, my greatest wish is to have a pair of wings! I said, when I was younger, I thought the same way! A pair of white wings that can fly freely like a bird. I mysteriously tell you that usually, it is hidden, and when it wants to fly, it will appear. No one knows, in fact, I have a pair of wings. You can fly, no one knows...... I put my index finger to my lips and shh......h You also put your little fingers, on your little lips, shh......h We smiled mysteriously and knowingly, no one knows, our secret ......"

Those beautiful characters were narrated by Tang Junqi in his beautiful voice, like a clear spring, flowing into the small river in his heart...... Bai Zezhi's heart moved, and Ms. Lin's eyes seemed to be shining.

"You've touched me so much." Ms. Lin said this to Tang Junqi, and glanced at her daughter again, "This is a conversation between Xiaozhi and me when she was a child, I almost didn't change it, the original dialogue is like this, it is like a poem in itself, and I like it very much!" ”

"Then why is it not 'she' in the poem, but 'he'?" Tang Junqi asked with interest.

"Because I've always wanted a boy, a chubby and cute little boy." Ms. Lin smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Mom, it turns out that you are still patriarchal!" Bai Zezhi said dissatisfied.

"I can't say that, I already had your sister at that time, and besides, I was surrounded by sisters and cousins when I was a child, so I always wanted a little boy. I always thought you would be a boy, and I had a name in mind. When you were younger, I always imagined you to be a little boy. Ms. Lin fell into memories of the past.

Tang Junqi glanced at Bai Zezhi meaningfully, and continued to talk to Ms. Lin: "And your 95-year-old "Qingteng", I have always wanted to ask, did Qingteng stay in the end?" ”

Ms. Lin pondered for a moment and replied, "Actually, I don't know. ”

"I think she must have stayed and lived happily with Cheng Hao." Tang Junqi made his own decision and said with certainty.