Chapter 59: Story (2)

I'm not afraid of women scolding, I'm afraid of women crying. There is really no logic with this little girl. Lin Wanrong shook her head helplessly: "Well, you say it, what poem do you like to listen to?"
Xiao Yushuang patted his little hand and said happily, "I know, Lin San, you are a good person. Then, just a little, it's fancy, come on every song."
Lin Wanrong glared at her fiercely, Xiao Yushuang spit out his tongue and mischievously, he may feel that his request is indeed excessive, and said: "Okay, okay, you can just sing a song, I will test you Well."
Zhe Lin looked at the garden at night. In the late autumn season, the leaves are falling. Imagine the Xiangshan in Beijing. At this time, it should be red maple. There was a touch of nostalgia in his eyes, and he moaned softly:
"Hongye late Xiaoxiao, Changting wine a scoop.
Xun Canyun returned to Taihua, and the rain drove over Zhongtiao.
The color of the linden tree follows the customs, and the sound of the river goes into the sea.
Xidi Township will arrive tomorrow, still dreaming of fishing. "
诗 This poem is not neat when it comes to confrontation. It is rare that the artistic conception is far-reaching, which is in line with Lin Wanrong's lonely mood now.
"The Emperor's Township will arrive tomorrow, still dreaming of fishing--" Xiao Yushuang repeated dumbly, looking at him suddenly, "Lin San, are you homesick?"
虽 Although this girl is very young, she is also very clever. She saw Lin Wanrong's sorrow in her heart. Lin Wanrong glanced at her and said with a smile: "Missing casually, Miss Er, you laughed."
Xiao Xiaoshuang laughed and said, "It turns out that you have such ability, but I saw you silently write the three-character scriptures that day, why didn't you write?"
Zhe Lin Wanrong was so funny, she only said, "Miss Er, the three classics of the Book of Songs are hard to memorize. I don't like it very much. The characters in my hometown are not written like this, and we don't use writing brushes there."
Xiao Yushuang said, "That's the case. In this way, my unintentional move attracted a great talent to my Xiao family, hee hee, when my mother and sister will praise me."
I got along with this Miss Xiao Er, except for her occasional temperament, the others were quite good. Lin Wanrong joked with a smile: "Where is my talent? I just eat here."
After chatting for a long time, Xiao Yushuang was still sitting on the ground, depending on the situation, for a while and a half, the injury on her little hip may not be able to recover.
Miss Er Er frowned: "Lin San, I can't move now, can you not leave first and talk to me. Don't you tell a story? Tell me a story, I like to listen to the story most."
Zhe Lin Wanrong is also thinking. If she asks her to help her now, then I'm afraid she can't hide her. What's more, just stay with her for a while and wait for her to calm down before leaving.
Qi Lin Wanrong closed the door, walked back to her and sat down again, "Well, tell me, what stories do you like to hear?"
Xiao Xiaoya's face was full of excitement: "I like any story, and it has been a long time since no one told me a story."
Qi Lin Wanrong said strangely, "Did anyone tell you a story before?"
Xiao Yushuang nodded and said, "Yeah, when I was young, it was my mother who told me stories. Later, my mother was too busy, so I entangled my sister every day to let her tell a story. Later, when my sister was busy, no one gave I told the story. "
Xiao Yushuang bowed his head unconsciously, a faint flash of light on his face. Lin Wanrong thought about it and realized that it must be that Mrs. Xiao and Miss Xiao were too busy, and ignored Xiao Yushuang's feelings, so that she became so clumsy and unconscious. Thinking of this, he unknowingly felt a little sympathy for the little girl.
Looking at the little girl staring at herself, Lin Wanrong didn't know what story to tell her. Big wolf and little red riding hood? Black Cat Sheriff King Kong Gourd Baby? Meteor Garden Crayon Shinchan? The last time Lin Wanrong told a story to his sister was more than ten years ago. At that time, both were young and they couldn't remember what they told.
"Lin San, what kind of story are you telling me?" Xiao Yushuang asked Lin Wanrong no time for a long time, and hurriedly asked.
"Oh, okay, let me tell you a story about Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai." Lin Wanrong was in a hurry, and thought of some classic dramas, no matter whether they were appropriate or not, one came casually.
The little girl clasped her knees, clasped her hands on her knees, put her head on her hands, and tilted her head to look at him intently, listening to him tell this story that has been passed down through the ages.
Li Liangshanbo and Zhu Yingtai are probably the earliest romance dramas in China, and their sensational effects are unparalleled. The little girl heard that Ma Wencai was forced to die Zhu Yingtai, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtaihua Dieshuang Fei, already in tears, hatefully said: "This Marvin is really a badass. Liang Shanbo is also a fool. Can't see Zhu Yingtai being a woman? "
Gao Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "It's because you can't see this that this story can be passed down through the ages. If you can see it, it will become a full moon, and it will not be widely spread."
Miss Xiao Er wiped her tears and glared at him, "How can you, a wooden man, laugh? I'm going to be mad at that surname Ma."
Xiao Yushuang is indeed a kind-hearted girl. She is so devoted to the plot that she is deeply dissatisfied with Lin Wanrong's hippie smile.
"Why are you two people who love each other clearly, why can't you become a family member?" Miss Xiao Er asked with tears in her eyes.
"The world is fickle and unpredictable. You are too young now. When you grow up, you will slowly understand." Lin Wanrong knew that this little girl had no experience and hurriedly enlightened her. At this time he talked to Xiao Yushuang, as if facing his sister, naturally and kindly.
The little girl snorted, and said very stiffly, "Who says I'm young, I'll be seventeen after the New Year. My mother said that she was married to my father when I was this age."
Speaking of getting married, the little girl's face still involuntarily turned red ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Lin Wanrong laughed twice and didn't speak.
"Lin San, the story you told is very good. Will you tell me the story every day in the future?" Miss Xiao Er looked at Lin Wanrong, and asked with beautiful and pure eyes.
"No." Lin Wanrong was startled and jumped up in a hurry. Let him tell a story. If he wants to tell a story every day, he is not a fairy tale king?
"Why not?" Xiao Yushuang's face was grieved for a while, and he grumbled, "Everyone has been beaten like this by you, just want to hear some stories from you?"
After the little girl went to the savage temper, she felt a lot of affection everywhere. Lin Wanrong felt a little unhappy because she opened her little butt, and said, "I'm Xiao family's family member. How can I talk to you every day? What story is going to gossip. "
"You now remember that you are the family member of my family? Why did you forget it when you hit someone?" The little girl muttered and robbed him.
If the little girl had bad words, it would be better to say, but Lin Wanrong talked with her a few times, and the two gradually became familiar with each other, and naturally they would not care about her robbing the white, and had to smile bitterly: "Then say so Well, tell up to one story a day, and you can't bother me when I'm busy. "
As long as he is under the guise of busy affairs, forgive this little girl for taking it easy, Lin Wanrong laughed a few times.
The little girl was not as insidious as he was, and nodded hurriedly: "You can rest assured, I know. When you are busy, I will never disturb you."

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