Longing for a Life: a Four-year-old Zombie

　　"Sister An won't agree?"

　　He Jiong stared at the wheat in disbelief.

　　"Hee hee hee, Mrs. He's wife is so smart!" Wheaten was in good spirits at a happy event and couldn't help but hug He Jiong.

　　"You child, are you praising me or scolding me? Isn't this the problem of having boys and girls." He Jiong feigned annoyance and glared at Mai.

　　"Tsk tsk tsk, is it because I can't keep up with the rhythm of society? Sister An is so shrewd, how could she do this kind of business at a loss?" Huang Lei asked with a puzzled face.

　　"Hee hee hee, Sister An is a fan of Xiaoqing. She promised me to stay for two more days until the day after tomorrow. Emmm, Sister An asked me to take good care of Xiaoqing. By the way, Sister An even bought it for Xiaoqing. If you have a gift, it will be delivered tomorrow." Mai said with a smug smile.

　　"Yes, our Xiaoqing is a big star now. Men, women, young and old can be killed! Sister An, such a cold-blooded goddess, was taken down by Xiaoqing." He Jiong raised Qin Qing proudly.

　　"Yes, the show crew is happy, I have to cook one more meal for one person."

　　After Huang Lei finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong, and pointed at Lao Huang and shouted: "Hey, Lao Huang, no! The number of our guests was agreed in advance, you can give me one more person, I don't have to eat, drink, and laugh. Spend money, you have to make it up for me!"

　　"Mr. Huang, hehe, I am all of my own." Old Huang smiled ingratiatingly.

　　"When you cheated on us, when did you ever think that we are your own people? Let me tell you, it's not good. Two hundred yuan for three days, less than a dime, you can take care of Maimai's food." Huang Lei did not give in at all. said.

　　"It's too outrageous, the freshman star Ren Maimai is posting to our mushroom house, Lao Huang, do you think our Maimai is not worth [-] yuan?"

　　Shan Zheng's words made the old yellow face ashen.

　　"No! That's not what it means!"

　　"What do you mean by not that? That's what you mean by paying money! It's boring if you mess around like that! It hurts Maimai's heart, and it also hurts my heart!"

　　Huang Lei cooperated perfectly and directly KOed Lao Huang.

　　Lao Huang can only hand over [-] yuan honestly.

　　"Hey, this is like an excellent program group. Don't worry, in three days, we are guaranteed to keep our Maimai's white and fat." Seeing the money, Huang Lei's originally stern face was happy. .

　　"Mr. He, Sister An specifically told me that she wanted me to lose weight. If I eat so much, Sister An will let me eat a diet meal for a week." Mai gave Huang Lei a pitiful look.

　　"It's alright, just say that Xiaoqing let you eat." He Jiong said seriously.

　　"Hahahaha, this pot is a good throw."

　　Huang Lei couldn't help laughing.

　　"Xiaoqing, what else can you do besides dancing?" When he had nothing to do, a few greasy uncles began to tease Qin Qing.

　　"Emmm, Grandpa Huang said that Xiaoqing was too young to learn much. He only taught Xiaoqing to dance, memorize poems, play the piano, calligraphy, boxing, emmm, and chess."

　　Qin Qing's innocent expression made the expressions of several entertainment industry bosses change suddenly.

Chapter 56 What kind of evildoer is this? !

He Jiong and Huang Lei looked at each other subconsciously, and asked tentatively, "What does Xiaoqing think she is best at? Dancing?"

　　"It's not a duck. Grandpa Huang said that Xiaoqing dances and dances. What is it? Oh, I forgot. Grandpa Huang said that Xiaoqing plays the piano, and he is quite talented in calligraphy and poetry." Qin Qing was drinking cow milk. , while answering innocently.

　　"Gudu."

　　He Jiong couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

　　He had seen Qin Qing's dance before, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe the child in front of him as a dancing prodigy.

　　At this level, it's still in vain.

　　That's still talented in calligraphy, playing the piano and poetry. How inhuman is Qin Qing?

　　"Baby, what kind of piano are you talking about playing the piano? Is it the piano?" He Jiong asked tentatively.

　　"What kind of piano is it? Grandpa Huang taught me the lyre for civil and military affairs." Qin Qing said with some doubts.

　　"What is the wenwu lyre?" Now it was He Jiong and Shan Zheng's turn to be confused.

　　"I have learned the guzheng, and I know a little bit."

　　Huang Lei said.

　　"The five strings of the guqin are combined with the five elements inside, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.

　　"King Wen was imprisoned, thinking that his son Boyi had passed the examination, so he added a string called Wen Xian. Later, when King Wu attacked Zhou, he added another string, called Wu Xian. This is the origin of the Wenwu lyre."

　　"In ancient times, the guzheng was produced by the people of Xialiba. The ancients called it the sound of vulgarity.

　　"The guqin is an elegant thing, and only dignitaries are qualified to play it, and very few have survived. So now when we talk about guqin, we think of guzheng."

　　"Actually, the famous songs that have been passed down, such as [High Mountains and Flowing Water], [Guangling San], are all piano scores, and now they are used in guzheng."

　　Huang Lei's explanation made everyone's eyes widen.

　　"I've raised my posture. It turns out that there are so many things left by our ancestors?"

　　"I just found out that the piano and the zheng are not the same thing."

　　"Mr. Huang's bullshit! Everyone knows this stuff."

　　"Xiaoqing is even more awesome! Even at such a young age, he can play the guqin."

　　"Wow wow wow, kneel and beg Xiaoqing to play the piano!"

　　"Mom, is Xiaoqing a little too much?"

　　"Compared with Xiaoqing, I feel that I have lived on a dog for [-] years!"

　　"+1, this is too shocking."

　　……

　　"We have limited conditions here. Guqin, brush and rice paper are not available. Let's test Xiaoqing's poems? Xiaoqing, how many poems can you recite?"

　　He Jiong asked tentatively.

　　He did not doubt Qin Qing's words.

　　But that's a little too hard to accept, right?

　　The few things Qin Qing said are all elegant things, just take them out casually, every ten years or eight years, three years and five years, they're not very good at all.

　　How old is he?

　　At the age of four or five, even if Qin Qing started studying in the womb, this time is not enough!

　　He Jiong's question made Qin Qing frown.

　　He thought for a few minutes seriously, and then said with a bitter face: "Xiaoqing is so stupid, I can't figure it out."

　　"puff!"

　　Huang Lei just took a sip of water and squirted out a drop of water.

　　Xiaoqing's meaning is obvious, I know too much, and I don't know how many.

　　"Don't worry, baby, Uncle He is wrong. Do you know Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, baby?" He Jiong asked in a different way.

　　"I know ducks, the poems they wrote are great. I like them, and I can recite them." Qin Qing nodded.

　　"What about Wang Bo, He Zhizhang, and Meng Haoran?"

　　"I know duck."

　　"Li Qingzhao, Su Shi, Li Shangyin?"

　　"I know duck."

　　"Liu Zongyuan, Han Yu, and Liu Yuxi?"

　　"Knowing ducks, their poems Xiaoqing can memorize, and Uncle He can test Xiaoqing ducks."

　　He Jiong was completely speechless.

　　He has emptied his knowledge base.

　　"Then Uncle He will test you. I'll tell you the author and the name of the poem. Let's see if you can memorize it?" He Jiong couldn't laugh anymore.

　　"Good duck." Qin Qing nodded without hesitation.

　　"Alright, Li Bai's [Jing Ye Si]."

　　"......"

　　"Li Bai's [Gift to Wang Lun]."

　　"......"

　　"Li Bai's [Shu Road is Difficult]."

　　"......"

　　"Liu Zongyuan's [Reading]."

　　"......"

　　"Liu Yuxi's [Jinling Five Questions Stone City]."

　　"......"

　　He Jiong asked a total of fifteen poets and more than thirty poems.

　　At the end of the question, he simply used his mobile phone to search for the most difficult and little-known poems.

　　Qin Qing actually recited all the words well.

　　Not to mention He Jiong and the others, even the staff of the show group were all petrified, staring straight at Qin Qing.

　　"My God! What kind of monster is this?"

　　"Fuck! Twenty years of living dogs are gone! I haven't heard most of the poems Mr. He asked!"

　　"The scumbag has already cried and fainted in the toilet!"

　　PS, thank you for the children's shoes of the fourth class of civil engineering.thanks.

Chapter 57

"Mom, don't let my mom watch this show, she will scold me for three days and three nights!"

　　"Act? How can a four-year-old child have such a strong memory!"