Yuanshen: Liyuegang Storyteller, Walnut Tears

Can't wait to drive the walnuts out!

Seeing this situation, the teachers in the school were also very upset.

According to Liyue's regulations, it is only natural for Hu Tao to go to their school.

But because of Walnut's identity, it caused a lot of trouble.

There is no way!

In order to stabilize the emotions of all the children, the teacher could only assign the position of walnuts to the last corner of the classroom.

Even within five meters, there is no one adjacent to the same table.

No one spoke to her, and no one greeted her.

face unfair treatment.

Although Hu Tao is still very young, but she was born in the Hall of Rebirth, she has already experienced the warmth and coldness of the world, and she has long been used to the strange eyes of others.

As long as you don't speak ill of her parents, don't speak ill of her grandpa.

She didn't even bother to talk to those naive brats.

Sitting alone in the corner of the classroom.

Hu Tao, who is only three years old, does not look like a child of this age at all.

He even took out a strange collection of poems and read it aloud in a strange tone:

"Ask what love is in the world? The apes on both sides of the strait can't help crying."

"The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and it took no effort to find him."

"There is a girl next door who has just grown up, and she is as powerful as a mountain."

"The road is long and long, and the tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by dogs."

"The sky is blue, the wild is vast, and a pear tree is crushing the crabapple. Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, a group of egrets go up to the blue sky."

Walnut, who is only three years old, of course cannot write these masterpieces.

These verses are all amazing masterpieces accumulated in her life by her grandfather who loves verses.

After the walnuts can talk!

Grandpa Hu Tao immediately passed on his masterpiece to Hu Tao, who is very gifted in poetry.

Hear this weird sound of reading.

The other children in the class were stunned.

This ominous little girl knew how to read on the first day of school?

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PS: A few years later, a well-known poetry critic in Liyue made this comment: No walnuts grow in the sky, and the way of poetry is like a long night!

Chapter 232 Three-Year-Old Walnut, Endorsed Upside Down

For the people of Liyue, they are very familiar with the head of the Hall of Past Life, Hu Tao, and they can often see Hu Tao selling business on the streets of Liyue, looking for customers on the streets of Liyue!

but--

The walnut they are familiar with is just the appearance of a walnut.

Does anyone, go try to understand come?Since, Xiao* said & group 9! 8; 0, 2> 0, 5.~8-5/6 stay, stay real walnut.

but now!

The storyteller showed all the stories of Walnut in front of all the audience.

Listen to your own story.

Hu Tao's expression can also be said to be very strange, pouting his mouth for a while to get angry, and for a while smiling, which makes people puzzled.

Keqing said doubtfully: "In our Liyue, most people just start school at the age of three—you have already learned to read ancient poems?"

Even Ke Qing in everyone's eyes!

It was also after going to school at the age of three that I slowly started to learn to read and get in touch with martial arts.

Hu Tao said complacently: "It's nothing to read poems with a book, I can also recite those poems!"

Not just general recitation.

And he was still standing on his head while reciting ancient poems very smoothly.

Ke Qing was a little surprised and asked: "Did you write all the poems you read?"

Those verses are a little weird though.

But catchy, it can be called a rare masterpiece.

Hu Tao smiled and said, "Of course not—those poems were all written by my grandfather. He said that the publishing house was unwilling to publish them, and my grandfather was afraid of losing them, so he taught them to me!"

When thinking of these, Hu Tao suddenly became puzzled.

The verses written by those grandfathers have not only not been published, nor have they been circulated in the slightest.

Except for the dead grandpa.

Only Nut knows.

How did the storyteller on the stage know these verses?

Is this reincarnation real?

How strange!

Puzzled, Hu Tao couldn't help raising her head, looking at the storyteller on the stage, her eyes became more and more puzzled.

Not just walnuts!

The other people around also shifted their gazes to the stage, waiting for the storyteller to continue his story.

These audiences have kept Hutao at a respectful distance before.

Treat walnuts as an ominous existence.

But now—many people are wondering, what kind of past does this little girl have?

Could it be that, like the previous twelfth generations, they all experienced special ordeals?

When everyone is watching the stage.

Li Mo on the stage also slowly put down the teacup in his hand and started to continue storytelling!

With Li Mo's story!

The virtual screen above the inn, like a virtual movie, played slowly again.

On screen!

Hu Tao, who was only three years old, was stared at by everyone around him just because he was born in the Hall of Resurrection and lost his parents since he was a child.

When I was in school during the day, I had to be talked about by my classmates.

When I go back to the Hall of Rebirth at night, I can always hear the gossip of the neighbors.

Even the optimistic little Walnut had a lot of doubts in her heart.

Hu Tao was a little aggrieved, and told everything that happened in the school to her grandfather who loved her the most: "Grandpa, why are the students in the school afraid of me?"

"Even the teacher is unwilling to approach me!"

Walnut has been eccentric since he was young.

Always a lot of wonderful ideas!

But—she never teased people with those whimsy, or even wanted to help others.

But every time, what they got in return were vicious gazes and vicious curses from others.

It seems that everyone hates and is afraid of walnuts!

Hear the walnut question!

Grandpa held Hu Tao's hand and brought Hu Nuo to his side.

"The work we do in Xiangshengtang is all related to the dead, but when we work, we have to deal with the living."

"Go out at night to dig graves for the dead! Go out during the day to promote business to the living!"

"Those who don't understand are afraid of us, and there is nothing they can do about it."

"If anyone dares to gossip in front of you again, you can give this leaflet to them, and they won't dare to talk nonsense."

The voice just fell.

Grandpa handed a stack of brand new leaflets to Hu Tao.

On the flyer, there are many promotional slogans:

[Today is an auspicious day, it is a good time to be buried, do you want to be buried? ]

[Half price buried today! ]

[Family package, reunion! ]

[Book now, it only takes one hour for the coffin to arrive at home! ]

When seeing these promotional slogans, even the quirky walnut seemed to see a baby.

Said happily: "I'm going to promote now—"

Grandpa stopped Hu Tao in time: "Ahem, these leaflets can't be distributed indiscriminately. If anyone provokes you, send these leaflets to them!"

Hu Tao nodded happily: "Understood!"

that's it!

Hu Tao happily hid these flyers in her school bag.

When I go to school next time, I will distribute these leaflets to those children who like to laugh at her, as well as the irresponsible teacher.