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Chapter 4 The story is very long
The story is long, long, long and boring.

Wu Hao yawned after hearing the old man's chocolate story, lay down on the hospital bed next door, and continued to rest.In the past few days, he has a holiday, Ching Ming holiday.

Grandpa is about to pass away, and grandma asked him to spend more time with the old man.

Grandma Xu Rong's body is not as strong as before, and he will be the one who will accompany more people.

……

"I have no talent for storytelling."

In the stables of Xu's house, the gray and white fox is writing and drawing with a wooden stick in the sand table.

Xu Er was stupefied and knew some simple characters.

It was taught by the young master.

So Xu Cong can only use pictures and some words to express his meaning. He pointed to Xu Er, who was on the ground, and motioned: "I can only say, continue to be a tenant. In a bad year, your father will Starve to death, and you will die, so reading, you only have to read."

Reading can change destiny.

Reading alone can make a person stand out.

People in a country study can make a country prosperous and strong.

Reasonable, simple and understandable.

He didn't want another "Xu Cong" to live the first half of his life so miserable.

Xu Er's stunned man understood the meaning, he walked to the back house, lowered his head, only dared to look at his own toes, and didn't dare to look more.Following the memory in his mind, he came to the young master's bedroom, knocked on the door, and said cautiously: "Master, I...I want to borrow a book."

In the late Qing Dynasty, books were not cheap.

A book is worth a lot, and it costs a few pennies at every turn.

Books with good printing and typesetting cost two silver coins.

"No one taught you, how do you read and read?" Opening the door, Xu Shuwen came out holding two old books.It was cold, and the breath he breathed out turned into white mist, bypassing the wings of his nose and covering his round-rimmed glasses.There is a kerosene lamp inside the lamp, so it should be reading a book.

"There are fairy foxes."

Xu Er felt that this matter should not deceive the kind young master.

"Look, you've got hysteria again."

"Where is there any fairy fox?"

"When I was at home, I set aside half an hour every day to teach you how to write. There is not much time left." The young master's tone was gentle. At this time, he was like an elder brother, while Erleng, who had once led him to catch fish and shrimp, was restrained and grown up. At the end of the year after learning.The tall body is deliberately hunched, lying low and looking small.

Two books, one "Thousand Characters" and one "Three Characters Classic".

Xu Er was dumbfounded.

The meaning of not having too much time is that if there is too much time, the master will punish him.

……

"Grandpa, do you want to learn these two books?"

Wu Hao was taken aback. He only remembered the first few sentences of "Thousand Characters", which said "the world is mysterious and yellow, and the universe is prehistoric". This is a common grading method for online novels.

As for the "Three Character Classic", the memory...is even more blurred.

It seems that I haven't learned much, I have only seen a few pages in the appendix of Chinese textbooks.

"What? Don't you use these two books for enlightenment in your school now? Also, sir, don't you teach these two books?"

Xu Cong, who was lying on the hospital bed, was puzzled.

When he was young, he didn't know much about reading, but he also knew whether it was a private school or a foreign school.The books used for enlightenment are nothing more than "Three Thousand Hundreds", or an additional "Disciple Regulations".The later learning was in the production team, which was different from the learning of Mongolian children....

Wu Hao shook his head.

"Now we are called teachers, not teachers. The books used for enlightenment are not "Three Character Classics" and "Thousand Character Classics", but phonetic picture books."

He explained.

But the old man wanted to hear and learn, so Wu Hao took the trouble to open Du Niang on his mobile phone, found the original text of "Thousand Characters", and read it sentence by sentence: "The world is mysterious and yellow, and the universe is prehistoric."

"The sun and the moon are in full bloom, and the celestial places are listed."

"Cold comes and goes, autumn harvests and winter hides..."

……

"Shooting Liao pills, Ji Qin Ruan Xiao."

"Tian pen Lun paper, Jun Qiao Ren hanging."

The young master is like a little gentleman, he paces and guides Xu Er in the stable.A small square table was supported in the stable, and Xu Erlian was writing and drawing on the sand table.

Brush, ink, paper and inkstone, the young master has a pair of old ones.

Offered it to him, but he didn't ask for it.

"Brother Erleng, your talent is not bad. You have learned this half of the thousand-character prose so quickly. Although the writing is still a little rusty and the pen is not strong enough, given time, the progress must be gratifying."

Xu Shuwen closed the book and said with a smile.

Xu Er patted his head in a daze, and smiled honestly.

This is not only his hard work, but also the help of Xianhu.In recent days, he has learned some words, and only then did he understand the meaning of the fairy fox. The young master can't see the fairy fox because the young master is rich and honored.He is cheap, so he can see the fairy fox.

"Recently, I learned a poem, which is a poem by a female poet of Ameijian."

"The female poet's name is Emily Dickinson. She wrote this poem in 1872 in the Western calendar, that is, the 11th year of Tongzhi."

"If I had never seen the sun."

"Had I not seen the Sun."

Xu Er didn't understand, so he read it again, "If I had never seen the sun, H...Had...Sun."

He stumbled and stumbled, his Chinese was okay, but he couldn't understand the strange foreign language at all.

Finally, under the guidance of the young master, he read out this line of poetry fluently.

Then, Xu Shuwen patted the book again and read aloud: "I could have endured the darkness. I could have borne the shade."

Xu Er stumbled to learn every word.

……

"Grandpa, can you speak English?"

Wu Hao didn't know what to do.

Although English has been around for a long time, he doesn't think that an old man from the old days can speak English.And fluently speak out from the mouth.The pronunciation of these sentences in English is quite correct.

Just when ... he mistook to hear "Nine pounds and fifteen pence for shirts."

His English grades were not good, and he only scored 84 points in the mock exam at the end of the first semester of senior high school. 150 points is a perfect score.

"Grandpa, wait a minute."

A light flashed in Wu Hao's head.

"I opened the Youdao simultaneous translation software to see whether the English poems you read are pronounced correctly, grandpa, and whether there are any mistakes in the pronunciation."

He still doesn't believe that an old man in his 120s can still speak English fluently, even if he only has a few words.

Nearing death, Xu Cong prefers to get close to his younger generation.

Fox, he is a fairy fox, but he doesn't know how long such a dream can last.The old and decayed body exudes the smell of an old man, indicating that he will die.

Xu Cong smiled.

In front of the great-grandson who knows everything, he can sing once.

He is also content.

Like an old child, easily satisfied.

"Had I not seen the Sun."

Xu Cong pronounced it in a correct and round manner.

On Wu Hao's mobile phone, a line of simple Chinese characters was translated simultaneously, "If I had never seen the sun."

"I could have borne the shade."

Another English sentence appeared on the phone, and the Chinese characters also fell into the lower frame, "I could have endured the darkness."

(End of this chapter)