Cong'er's adventurous activities were "tied" by his mother to sleep with her again and again in the name of love, which made him very unhappy, but he had nothing to do.
"What should I do? This is really suffocating love!" Cong'er secretly cried out in her heart.
The only thing that could save him from the "water and fire" was the "little tail" that he disliked at the beginning. The little girl is innocent, bold and cute. She often exceeds the expectations of adults and does some extremely passionate things.
Because of her brother, the neighbor boy has grown up enough to learn writing, and the bamboo products area on her mother's side has a large number of "finished" bamboo slips, just like a Spring and Autumn version of the "Publishing House", with a large number of unfinished products. The "scroll" sent out, and as an aristocratic woman, the mother is naturally a "senior literary young woman" who is literate, so the boy's parents came over with large strips of dried meat and gave it to the mother, asking her to allow their The son can come and learn words from her, and can read the "unpublished books" in the "library".
Anyway, in addition to taking good care of "Cong'er", there are servants to take care of her, and my mother doesn't have much to do, so she agreed.
As soon as the boy started school, he used up a lot of his mother's time; and the task of taking care of Cong'er became "little tail's" "duty". She raised three fingers and swore to Cong'er's mother and her parents: "Promise! I will never let Cong'er's brother fall in my hands again."
The little girl did what she said. During the time when she accompanied her brother to study, she made "Cong'er" "grow" on her body. No matter where she went, she hugged her tightly and never stopped. He kept imitating his brother's tone of voice as he learned to read, like a little parrot "learning the language", earnestly learning to Cong'er at the same time.
Cong'er's hearing still hasn't improved much. When he sees the little girl "parroting" at him with great interest and trouble, he can only continue his daily routine of "lip reading".
Seeing Cong'er staring at his mouth with a very serious look, "Little Tail" was so happy that he imitated his brother's reading voice, making his mouth movements bigger and more exaggerated, deliberately slow, like It was as if he was afraid that he wouldn't understand what he was talking about.
Cong'er discovered that the rhythms were almost the same, four or five words per sentence, and the lengths were about the same. They were always shaking their heads, as if they were singing rather than reciting.
"No wonder they have to be sung! They are almost the same length of paragraphs, and the mouth shapes at the end are all the same. It can be seen that they are rhyming with rhyme. The shaking of the head is a bit like me memorizing the tenses of English words in the past. posture." Cong'er looked at it and summed it up, "I'm really afraid that if I continue like this, I will forget all the things I used to know well! That would be terrible."
Cong'er kept this rare opportunity in mind one by one. When he went to bed at night, he was still recalling it silently in his mind.
That night, it was pouring rain and thundering outside again, and the light of lightning penetrated the window again and again, tearing through the dark night and illuminating everything.
Strange to say, at the same time as the thunder exploded, Cong'er obviously had his eyes closed. The sound waves of this huge thunder were right in front of Cong'er's eyes - to be precise, there should be two In the center of the forehead between the eyes, where the legendary "Erlang God" had the third eye, a burst of electricity flashed simultaneously, and he definitely "saw" a huge flash of light - just like the flash outside. The scene of thunder and lightning.
This is simply "eyes opened"!
Cong'er was so excited that she quickly covered her eyes with both hands, trying to make sure she wasn't seeing through these eyes.
"Come again, come again!" Cong'er tried hard to suppress his excitement and secretly begged "God" outside, "I want to watch it again!"
The Thunder God and the Lightning Mother must have heard his request. With the rain getting heavier and heavier, they resumed their drum beats and performed "Shocking Thunder" for Cong'er with even louder sounds than before. live performance.
Cong'er was fascinated by the scene seen by the "eye of the sky": a sound was accompanied by a picture; when the sound sounded, the picture brightened; when the sound disappeared, the picture disappeared.
This feature is simply great! Cong'er happily listened to the thunder all night and "watched" "Let the storm come harder!" This was more real and exciting than the 3D or 9DVI movie. Unfortunately, the validity period is too short, and how long you can see it depends on how loud the thunder is.
After listening to the thunder in the middle of the night, I don't know when, Cong'er finally fell into a deep sleep. No matter how loud the thunder, it couldn't call him back from his dream.
The next day, his "car" - the cute and dedicated "little tail" came again to carry him to the study room. When he once again accompanied his little brother to learn new subjects, he wanted to give it a try. Last night The newly developed function allows you to understand what others are saying.
I saw the little brother holding a bamboo slip, shaking his head, and uttering a string of syllables from his mouth. The immature sound waves of the child's voice also spread to Cong'er's direction. He quickly closed his eyes and tried his best to speak from the position of "Heaven Eye". Check carefully, what is the little brother reading?
"There are trees in the south, where you can't rest. There are wandering girls in the Han Dynasty, so you can't think about it. The Han Dynasty is so vast that you can't swim and think about it. The river is eternal, and you can't think about it. The Qiaoqiao misses the salary and talks about mowing it. When the son returns, he talks about it. The Han Dynasty is so vast that it cannot be thought of by swimming. The river is eternal and cannot be thought of by swimming. It is said that the grass is cut and the son is returning. The Han Dynasty is so vast that it is impossible to think about it by swimming. The river will last forever and cannot be imagined."
I saw these lines of poems from "The Book of Songs·Han Guang", columns of vertical subtitles like those in movies and TV shows, appearing in front of the "Eye of the Sky". Although they were in large seal script, they appeared in columns of vertical subtitles. The bamboo slips are covered with green leather, but Xinwu has learned calligraphy from a famous teacher since he was in elementary school. He has been familiar with various fonts since he was a child, and has memorized all the fonts in the font library. Not to mention that he has already won several awards at the "Classic Poetry Conference" As a municipal champion, he was not surprised to recognize that this passage came from the Book of Songs.
"It turns out that little brother is studying the Book of Songs." Cong'er opened his eyes and stopped the "real-time playback and translation" function of the Sky Eye. He found that "little tail" was trying hard to listen to the little brother's pronunciation, and was ready to "play" it to Cong'er again and again. Unexpectedly, Cong'er had closed his eyes and wrinkled his head slightly during this period. Brow, be a qualified "pickup".
The mother was teaching the little brother seriously, and the little tail carefully taught Cong'er a "second-hand" lesson. Cong'er began to experiment with the three people, using sound waves of different frequencies to send the same information through his "Sky Eye Live Pickup". "A translation, can we get the same answer?
