Peerless pastoral little green plum

Chapter 870 Storytelling

In the usual words, if Zhao Wenyue asked this question, Pei Chengzhi would definitely say, "Aunt Wenyue, I'm used to it."

If he said that again, she would kick him from under the table.

But unexpectedly, Pei Chengzhi said indifferently: "Aunt Wenyue, Caiyi has been very good along the way, and the two of us get along very well."

Bao Caiyi: "..."

Is this a compliment to her?
But thinking about it carefully, she did not bully him, the two of them just didn't talk much, and she was indeed quite obedient.

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Back in the carriage, the atmosphere was still not very good.

Bao Caiyi was still leaning on the cushion, playing with the string of sandalwood beads in her hand, looking hopeless.

It was also because the atmosphere was not very good that Pei Chengzhi wanted to liven up the atmosphere.

But he couldn't tell jokes, and it was inconvenient to learn martial arts in the car, so Pei Chengzhi thought, why not just tell her a story.

But he couldn't ask her to listen, so he first asked her opinion: "Do you often go to the palace to find Tuoba Heng just to listen to him tell stories?"

"En, that's right," Bao Caiyi said, "There is also chess."

"Then... let me tell you one," Pei Chengzhi said.

"You?" Bao Caiyi opened her eyes wide. When will Pei Chengzhi tell stories?Is he the type to tell a story?Does the five-year-old little Dodo in their family know better stories than him?
"Don't you want to hear it?" Seeing Bao Caiyi staring at him incredulously, Pei Chengzhi felt a little frustrated.

"I want to hear it, you can tell me," Bao Caiyi said, and straightened her body, as if listening attentively.

"Then let me start. This is a story... about three dozen bone spirits."

Three dozen bones?
Bao Caiyi immediately said: "I've heard of this, my mother told me about it, like three dozen bone spirits, and Monkey King wreaking havoc in the Heavenly Palace, I've heard of it, tell me something I haven't heard of."

Pei Chengzhi was right when he thought about it, his mother knew Zhao Wenyue so well, they seemed to come from the same place, so naturally they both heard the same story.

"Then I'll tell you about Harry Potter?" Pei Chengzhi said.

This is a very amazing story, few people have heard it.

Ke Bao Caiyi said: "I've heard of this too, you can change it."

"Well, have you heard of Dream of the Red Chamber?" Pei Chengzhi asked again.

"Of course, I've also heard of Water Margin and Romance of the Three Kingdoms," said Bao Caiyi, who grew up listening to stories.

"You have heard so many stories, so what did you hear Tuoba Heng tell in the palace?" Pei Baoshan asked.

"Listen to him talk about the books he has read. After reading the book, he will tell me in plain language. In this way, it is equivalent to reading the book and learning something. Isn't it more interesting?"

Pei Chengzhi understood that both of them had heard the stories that no one else had heard, and what Bao Caiyi wanted to hear was the stories that most of them had heard.

Thinking of the historical records that he had read some time ago, he said, "Do you want to listen to the historical records? If you want to hear it, I will tell you about it."

"Okay, you say."

Although Pei Chengzhi always believed that books should be read by himself and then experienced by himself, but facing a girl like Bao Caiyi, he still had to talk to her slowly.

As soon as she talked about the contents of the book, Bao Caiyi really calmed down.

Seeing that she had calmed down, Pei Chengzhi spoke even harder. For the first time, he discovered that his eloquence was not bad. It turned out that he could speak for so long when speaking in common language.

However, when he was halfway through speaking and turned to look at Bao Caiyi, he found that she had fallen asleep.

That's right, in such a bumpy road condition, she actually fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)