imperial psychologist

Chapter 625 Starfire Horn
At night, Ai Songqing was also holding a towel of the same style, and she touched the line of small words underneath and read softly.

Niannian is still at the table at the moment, and seizes the last bit of time before going to bed to draw - she learned Yaoqin from Ai Songqing for a while today, and went to pick up those young big sisters and young ladies with Bo Ling.

These young ladies lived upstairs from them, and a master with white beard taught them how to sing all afternoon today.

It may not be accurate to say that they are singing, because Master Wu just taught them some tricks to hang their voices today. Everyone followed the master together, which made Nian Nian feel very interesting.

Although she couldn't go to Lefang, she stayed with full enthusiasm.

Some of the girls at Huzihao recognized Niannian, the little girl who had only stayed in Huzihao for half the night before being sent somewhere by Boss Yang.

They took advantage of their spare time to surround Nian Nian, and carefully asked her what had happened during the time in the Lanzihao. First Nian Nian said many happy things, and then suddenly remembered that her mother would not come back, and cried again uncontrollably. self.

Everyone hurriedly tried to wipe away tears for Niannian, but the master of Liyuan stopped him.

He picked up Nian Nian and asked everyone to listen carefully to how the child cried.

The master master held the child in one hand, and guided everyone to look at Nian Nian's belly and throat with the other, and analyzed how Nian Nian breathed, how he opened his mouth, where he made his voice...etc.

Everyone listened, and suddenly realized—otherwise, why do children cry without using their throats? It turns out that the younger they are, the more they understand the essence of "use breath but not force".

Niannian was crying and listening, but in the end she was taken aback by what the teacher said, and wiped her tears with sobs. Only then did the teacher put the child down again, and she returned to the lake again. Among the young ladies and sisters of the font size.

After nightfall, Niannian followed Ai Songqing to deliver meals to the young ladies who lived upstairs... After this day, it can be said that they had a very fulfilling life.

It was completely dark, and Bo Ling finally returned to this small room again. Before she could sit still, Nian Nian came to Bo Ling with her today's painting in her arms.

As soon as she opened her mouth, Bo Ling was taken aback, "Why is Nian Nian's voice hoarse?"

Ai Songqing laughed, "It's not that Master Wu praised her for crying well and loudly, but Nian Nian howled upstairs all afternoon, and her throat started to smoke."

Bo Ling laughed loudly, and scratched Nian Nian's nose lightly, "A child's voice can also be hoarse, how long have you been howling..."

Not long after, the three of them set up a brazier in the yard to burn Bao Yuan's painting diary for today.

Niannian leaned against Ai Songqing's arms, watching Bo Ling put the rice papers into the brazier one by one.

"What do you mean by those towels you handed out?" Ai Songqing said softly, "I see that every towel says 'bring your towel, don't panic'. Is there any saying?"

"It's literally." Bo Ling replied.

Ai Songqing laughed, "I don't believe it...you won't do such unnecessary things."

Bo Ling also laughed, her face was turned a gentle orange by the flames in the brazier, but when talking about this topic, Bo Ling himself felt a little warmth in his heart.

"Actually, it's in a storybook I've read before." Bo Ling pondered for a moment, then smiled and said the title of the book, "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy."

"The Milky Way in the sky?"

"Yeah," Bai Ling said with a smile, "Some people imagine that in the future, maybe one day people can fly to the sky and travel. This book tells the story of roaming among the stars."

Ai Songqing sighed, "You really spent a lot of time watching these stories of gods and demons..."

"There are no gods." Bai Ling said softly, "In the story, there are no gods living on those stars."

"...Who lives there?"

"There are ordinary people just like us," Burling said softly. "The book says that if a person walks among the stars and carries a towel with him, others will think that he is a person worthy of being taken seriously." .”

Ai Songqing frowned slightly, "...why?"

"Because, when a person wanders in the vast galaxy, he is bound to encounter many terrible difficulties and dangers, and if after all these, he can still figure out where his towel is, it means that he has always kept own reason."

Bo Ling suddenly smiled, and she quickly lowered her eyes to reveal a self-deprecating smile, and then threw a painting of Nian Nian into the fire.

"Some people say it's a book writer's sarcasm, a sarcasm of pretentious red tape...but I like the idea of ​​bringing the towel."

Such a conversation was too difficult for Nian Nian, she adjusted her posture in Ai Songqing's arms, turned over and rested her head on Ai Songqing's shoulder.

In the dark night sky, a spark suddenly rose in Nian Nian's eyes.

It bloomed silently in the southern night sky, and then turned into countless star showers.

Before Bo Ling and Ai Songqing looked back, Nian Nian had already laughed, she pointed to a corner of the far sky, and shouted happily.

"Fireworks! It's fireworks!"

Ai Songqing from Berlin followed the sound.

Those are not ordinary fireworks, they don't have gorgeous colors, nor do they have continuous rising fireballs.

Only a white ball of light exploded and cracked in the night sky, illuminating that corner of the night sky.

Bo Ling put all the remaining paintings in his hand into the brazier, and after seeing them quickly engulfed by the flames, he immediately took Ai Songqing and Nian Nian back to the house.

At this moment, all the people who are still in the streets and on the city towers have seen the rising star.

A series of orders sounded in the streets and alleys.

"Go to the South Gate!!"

"Go to the South Gate!!"

"Go to the South Gate!!"

The patrolling soldiers who were still standing on their own on the street clenched their spears, and some of them held up their torches. All the teams accelerated the speed and frequency of patrolling in various streets and alleys.

The other part of the imperial guards and Jin Yiwei were silently lurking beside the wells in Pingjing City.

——In the order they received, it was clearly mentioned that someone would take advantage of the chaos to attack, and once discovered, they would be killed immediately.

The terrible sound of horns came from the south through the thick night, like ghosts floating on the long wind of the night.Many people quietly lit the lamps and opened the door to look out, but they were immediately reprimanded by the patrol team outside to close the door.

The sound of running footsteps, the sound of hunting drums on the city tower, and the occasional scolding and barking of dogs all broke into people's worried ears.

The duty officers of the Six Departments and the officials who were still on guard also walked out of their respective rooms. People looked at the night sky in the south and whispered with some anxiety.

Sun Beiji also walked slowly into the crowd, Zhang Shouzhong looked back, "Mr. Ge, you are indeed in the south."

Sun Beiji nodded peacefully.

It was another sleepless night.

(End of this chapter)