"These are my uncle's cousins, and my mother usually teaches them when she has time."

"No wonder, it doesn't look simple, our future in China is hopeful."

……

Before entering the hospital, Wen Nian heard lively voices coming from the courtyard.

The renovated house has two more rooms than before, and the courtyard wall has been raised by more than one meter, so it is no longer possible to see the courtyard directly from the outside.

But the voice inside can be heard clearly.

Outside the courtyard, there are a lot of good things, lying on the door of his house and listening carefully to the movement inside.

Seeing Wen Nian's mother and daughter coming back, he sneered and let go and greeted her: "Wen Nian is finally back, there are many guests in your house, and they are talking to your children." ”

"Thank you, if you have something at home, you won't entertain you."

Wen Nian smiled at everyone, pushed the cart to the front of the courtyard, and lightly buckled the door knocker: "Sheng'er, open the door." ”

"Mom is back, grandparents sit first."

When Jiasheng heard his mother's voice, he happily greeted everyone and ran to the courtyard.

But he didn't notice that the old people behind him couldn't sit still at all.

Hearing that Wen Nian had arrived, they all stood up excitedly and followed out.

Before he had walked a few steps, he saw the child open the door, and a thin and quiet figure pushed the cart in.

When the old people saw her, their eyes flashed with joy, and they trembled with excitement.

They finally saw a real person.

This long-time god is a legendary figure who can break magical powers.

"Teacher Wennian, I haven't seen you for a long time."

At this time, Liuli's voice came from the old man, "Sudden visit, I hope it didn't bother you." ”

"Welcome to Teacher Liuli."

Wen Nian looked in the direction where the voice came from, stopped the car easily, and reached out to hug the girl sitting behind her.

"These seniors are ......"

"I introduced ...... to Teacher Wennian"

With the introduction of Liuli, Wen Nian quickly became familiar with several seniors.

Then everyone asked her questions and watched her write an essay with words that could not be presented.

The old people were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.

"It would be nice if Mr. Wen Nian could teach such skills to the next generation."

At this time, a voice of hope sounded, "I just saw that your children seem to be able to copy what you wrote. ”

Wen Nian nodded: "My child has always been able to copy." ”

"Can't you seniors transcribe it?"

The old men looked at each other, and finally shook their heads helplessly: "We tried, but we couldn't help it." ”

"Even if you copy it, you can't help it."

"Yes, you should have seen that every time you send us an article, we can only take a picture of it and present it in a book."

Wen Nian blinked and looked at his eldest son: "Jiasheng, you prepare paper and pen, and your mother will read you a piece of text, you can write it." ”

"Okay."

Jiasheng didn't know that there was something wrong with the world, and he was at a loss when he listened to the conversation between the old people and his mother.

Suddenly named by his mother, he instinctively promised to go back to the house and bring pen and paper.

"Mom, read it."

"Come, child, sit down here and write, write carefully."

Without waiting for Wen Nian to start, Zhuang Lao let go of his place, hugged the child on the stool and sat down, and then looked at Wen Nian, "Teacher Wen Nian, please." ”

Wen Nian was not polite to the old people, and began to slowly recite an extremely simple poem:

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground; Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. ”

Because she read slowly enough, as soon as the words fell, Jiasheng also stopped writing and looked up at his mother: "Mom, are you done reading?" ”

"Hmm."

Wen Nian bowed his head and looked at the elders in front of him inquiringly......

(End of chapter)