Song Han was sure that he had memorized all the exercises in the secret room, but unfortunately he really didn't understand what it meant, and he didn't dare to start practicing, so he waited for the third grandfather to send his mobile phone, and quickly opened the words and went to Baidu to translate them;

Song Han, who was bored, had no choice but to go out for a walk by himself, and somehow walked and walked to the library pavilion. Knowing that I can't read those books, it's not interesting to go in again. Thinking about the lonely drunk old man. Song Han hurriedly ran back.

After entering the house, Song Han rummaged desperately in his bag, poured out everything, and quickly found a small tablet, took it and ran out.

When he arrived at the door of the library pavilion, Song Han knocked on the door with some excitement, this time the sound was bumping, and he shouted in his mouth, 'Open the door, ancestor open the door'

"Is it on fire, or is it dead?" the two wooden doors clicked inward, and the drunken old man yelled impatiently.

Song Han forgot the rules for a while, and said with a wry smile: "The ancestor didn't die, and he didn't catch fire, I came."

"If you want to go to the book, go up by yourself, and be quiet next time," the old man said with a dark face.

"No, no, no, I don't read," he said, scratching his head and continuing embarrassedly: "I can't read it, I'm here to send something to my ancestors."

The old man looked at Song Han strangely, as if to say if this baby had drunk too much, and such a big baby wouldn't be able to read a book.

Song Han seemed to know what the old ancestor meant, raised the tablet in his hand and said: "This, the old ancestor, give you the old one to listen to the song if you have nothing to do, watch the dance, I downloaded it."

The old man squinted his drunken eyes and still didn't understand what it meant, Song Han turned on the machine and pulled a few times, it is estimated that the ancestor should like classical, so he clicked on a song video of 'Smiling Proud Jianghu'.

I saw Ling Hu Chong, who was fluttering in white on the screen, holding a long sword and dancing in the melodious singing.

Soon after the song was played, Song Han gave the computer to the old man and said, "Give it to your ancestor"

"This kid's moves are high, it's just a little jerky; who is the best Dugu Nine Sword and Sunflower Treasure Book? You are also a cheats; it's much better than reading books, but I didn't say how to practice, you got it secretly" The old man finished reading a song, took the computer and said to himself.

What is this talking about, how is a tablet computer a cheat, Song Han was speechless.

But I really don't know how to explain it to him; the relationship between Dugu Jiujian and Sunflower Treasure Book. How to tell him that everything on this is fake.

The old man held the computer for a long time, and he didn't understand how to open it, Song Han really couldn't stand it, so he helped the old ancestor open a song again, this time it was a modern DJ A hot girl danced in a swimsuit.

Frightened, the old man threw the computer directly, and Song Han quickly caught it. looked at the old ancestor with resentment and said: "Listen to the song, if you throw it on the ground, it will be broken, it is precious."

The old man reacted, smiled embarrassedly and said: "This is too scary, I dare to come out without clothes at a young age, how can I marry someone in the future." ”

Song Han said angrily: "Isn't this a performance! It's not true, you should watch the show when you are old."

"Then you have to draw a face to watch a play, you have to have a costume, at least you have a white dress," the old ancestor looked at Song Han like an idiot and said. I thought my old man hadn't seen the show.

The generation gap of more than 100 years can't be crossed, Song Han can't communicate with him, it is estimated that he is a person who has not been out for more than 100 years, and he is an old virgin for more than 100 years. I can't help but think that this world is no longer the world it used to be.

After the two inked back and forth for more than an hour, they finally explained to the old ancestor how to listen to the song and watch the video.

The old man will gradually be able to understand. In the end, he didn't need Song Han to teach him to be able to hold the gesture himself.

One morning, both grandparents and grandchildren were studying tablets, but unfortunately Song Han thought he had a mobile phone at that time, so he didn't use it much, and he couldn't access the Internet without installing a network card.

Song Han also thought that when the third grandfather came again, he would tell him about it, and the next time he came in, he would bring a 4G network card to the old ancestors, and the last QQ would be more interesting.

In case his old man has another online dating or something. Song Han felt that he was too bastard when he thought about it, how could he think of his ancestor so much.

At noon, the old man himself was able to skillfully tinker, and with a smile, he went back to the house with the computer, waved his hand and sent Song Han upstairs to read a book.

Song Han said resentfully about things he couldn't understand, and the old man looked at Song Han like a monster and said, "You haven't been to school at home?"

Scratching his head, Song Han said embarrassedly: "That's not it, I have learned a lot, but I haven't learned ancient texts, and I can only barely understand part of it, and it's better not to read it if it's too hard to watch."

The old man thought about it seriously, took out the long-handled old key on his body and handed it to Song Han and said: "Go up to the third floor and try it, those are some codexes written by the ancestors of the past dynasties, if you really can't do it, pick the last hundred and ten years to read."

Song Han took the key and thanked the ancestor for going upstairs, and the old man said to himself in the back: "Jingxiang ancestor's notes should be careful, don't dare to break them" Seeing Song Han looking at him, he waved his hand and said: "Go, go on, the books upstairs are too long, and the paper is not good, so be careful."

"I know, thank you, ancestor, the third grandfather is here another day, I'll ask him to bring you a network card in," Song Han knew the kindness of the old ancestors. Hurriedly said happily.

The old man happily hugged the computer, shook his head and entered the house, and said what kind of net he wanted, and if he wanted to eat fish, he would go down and catch it.

Song Han didn't care whether the old ancestors could understand or not, and hurriedly went upstairs, and when he opened the door, he saw that this was a small bookstore that was more than half smaller than downstairs, with several rows of small bookshelves against the wall, and there were far fewer books.

Song Han looked at it casually, and when he saw that it was basically an ancient book, his warm heart was a little colder. casually took out a book and flipped through it, it was a book of various prescriptions written by the ancestors who studied medicine, a thick book of big bricks, Song Han lost interest after turning a few pages. Gently put it back in its place.

One afternoon, Song Han flipped through seventy or eighty books, and when he met something he could understand, he read it for a while, and if he couldn't understand it, he hurriedly put it back in its original place.

When he came out at night, the old man waited for him with some resentment, and Song Han went over to see that the tablet was out of power. The old ancestors couldn't tinker with it. Song Han smiled and said, "It's okay, just wait for me to take the charger for a while."

After charging it, he could continue, seeing that the old man was having a lot of fun, Song Han said that he would go back to rest when he came back tomorrow.

I searched for three days in a row, and there was no manuscript of the ancestor of 'Jingxiang' that the ancestor said, but the old ancestor kept pestering Song Han how to get the tablet, and Song Han was not impatient with this, and he patiently taught the ancestor how to use it.

Thinking that he had not used these high-tech things for more than 100 years, Song Han felt very sorry for the old man. But in the words of the old ancestors, that is, when you are old, you don't have any pursuits, and you also say that Song Han should remember the truth of young people's playthings Shangzhi.

Song Han was really speechless, he was sorry for him to give him an entertainment tool, and he became his plaything Shangzhi.