Chapter 523 [Little Fox and Rose]

Another night.

The four daughters Zhang Leyi, Meng Xiaodong, Wanrong and Liao Yaquan gathered to play mahjong after dinner. The amount they play is not large, the base value of 1 dime, the winning or losing is at most a dozen yuan.

"Oh," Liao Yaquan slapped his head violently, "Why did I beat this card!"

Zhang Leyi smiled and said, "Why do you keep playing wrong cards recently?"

Liao Yaquan said: "I don't know either. It may be because of pregnancy. Anyway, my memory is getting worse and worse, and I can't concentrate when thinking about problems."

Wanrong was surprised and said: "I am also pregnant, why is it not like you?"

"Who knows," Liao Yaquan said depressingly, "I'll probably become a fool when I give birth to the child."

IQ drop during pregnancy varies from person to person, and it is an endocrine problem. Liao Yaquan is obviously the kind of person who is particularly affected.

While the four women were playing cards, Vivien Leigh was sitting on the sofa not far away, learning Chinese with Cui Huifu.

The fastest way to learn a language is not to memorize grammar and words, but to listen, speak and practice more in life. Throw a person into a completely unfamiliar language environment and live for at most three months, then he will basically be able to master everyday language proficiently.

Cui Huifu picked up an apple and put it to her mouth: "Eat, eat, eat!"

Vivien Leigh learned to pronounce poorly: "Chi!"

"It's eating, not red, and the syllables must be standard," Cui Huifu corrected, "Read it with me again, eat!"

Vivien Leigh said with difficulty: "Hold!"

"eat!"

"Late!"

"It's eating, turn the sound down!"

"red!"

"eat!"

"eat!"

"Hey, that's right!"

Vivien Leigh wiped the sweat from her forehead: "Chinese is really difficult to learn. When I learned French, Italian and Spanish, it was much easier than this."

Cui Huifu encouraged: "Let's continue. Apple, apple, apple."

"Fart fruit." Vivien Leigh said.

Cui Huifu corrected and said, "It's Ping, Apple."

"Puzzle fruit."

"Hey, yes, it's pretty close, Apple."

"Employment fruit!"

"Oh, apple...fruit!"

"Employment fruit!"

This time it was Cui Huifu's turn to wipe off her sweat, complaining in her heart that the foreign devil's tongue could not be straightened. She said helplessly: "Let's do this first, and continue to practice later. Let's talk together, eat apples!"

Vivien Leigh said: "Bare buttocks!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Cui Huifu laughed happily: "Bare buttocks, and naked body. Come again, eat apples! Fruit, fruit, not stock."

"Holding the fruit." Vivien Leigh repeated quickly.

On the other side of the sofa, Ling Jun and Wei Lie lay beside Zhou Hexuan. Xiao Lingjun said: "Aunt Vivienne is so stupid, she can't even talk about Apple."

Zhou Hexuan said: "Auntie is not stupid. Auntie is a foreigner, and the pronunciation of Western languages ​​is different from ours, so they always speak substandard flat accents."

"Oh, that's right." Xiao Lingjun didn't know what a flat tone was, but he looked like an adult with a sudden realization.

Little Willie didn't care what was going on around him, he held the counting chip made of wooden sticks and counted, and put down the counting chip from time to time, counting his fingers and toes, as if they were the most interesting things in the world.

Xiao Lingjun couldn't stay idle, he pulled Zhou Hexuan's clothes and said, "Dad, Dad, tell me a story."

Zhou Hexuan said: "Okay then, I will tell a story about "Snow White"."

Xiao Lingjun immediately shook his head: "No, no, I've heard "Snow White", and I want to hear a new story."

"Then tell the story of "Little Red Riding Hood." Zhou Hexuan said.

"I've also heard "Little Red Riding Hood." Xiao Lingjun pouted.

"The Grimm's Fairy Tales" has been published for more than a hundred years, and its global sales volume is second only to the "Bible". It is normal for children in the Republic of China to hear it.

Zhou Hexuan racked his brains to mention the names of several stories, but Xiao Ling said he had heard them all. After thinking about it, he could only say, "Then dad will tell the stories he personally experienced?"

"Okay, okay! Dad, tell me quickly." Xiao Lingjun clapped his hands again and again.

Zhou Hexuan said: "When my father was young, he drove a plane to the Sahara Desert..."

Xiao Lingjun immediately interrupted: "Father, what is the Sahara Desert?"

Zhou Hexuan explained: "The desert is full of sand, just like the sea is full of water. There are no flowers, plants, trees, water, or food in the desert. There is sand all around you, understand?"

"Understood," Xiao Lingjun nodded, and said exaggeratedly, "The desert is so scary, there's not even food to eat."

Zhou Hexuan continued to tell the story: "Father's plane had a problem and landed in the desert. That night, a voice suddenly came and said to me: Please draw me a sheep, please?"

Xiao Lingjun interjected again: "Father, I can draw sheep."

Zhou Hexuan had a terrible headache, his son was bored all day long and didn't speak, but his daughter was such a chatterbox that she couldn't even tell her stories fluently. Zhou Hexuan could only praise: "Ling Jun is really good, he can draw sheep. Let's continue listening to the story, shall we?"

"Okay." Xiao Lingjun nodded and said.

Zhou Hexuan said: "When Dad heard this sound, he stood up in fright. After looking carefully, he saw a very strange little guy standing in the desert. Why do you say it is strange, because the little guy is only as big as Dad's knee. high."

Xiao Lingjun suddenly said: "Father, I am taller than him!"

Zhou Hexuan sweated furiously: "Lingjun, don't interrupt, okay, just listen to the story obediently."

"Okay." Xiao Lingjun blinked his big watery eyes.

Zhou Hexuan continued to tell the story: "Dad asked him at that time: What are you doing here? He repeated calmly: Please... draw me a sheep. Dad said: I can't draw. He is still that Sentence: It doesn't matter, just draw me a sheep."

Xiao Lingjun squeaked again: "Father, I can draw sheep, why didn't he come to me?"

Zhou Hexuan was about to go crazy, and he couldn't tell a story smoothly when he met a talkative kid. Zhou Hexuan could only ignore his daughter's words and continued: "So, Dad drew him a sheep... The little prince pointed to my plane and said: What is this thing? I said: This is not a thing, it can fly, it is an airplane The little prince asked in amazement: Why, did you fall from the sky? I said: Yes. The little prince smiled: Then, you also came from the sky. Which planet are you from?

"Father, what is a planet?" Xiao Lingjun asked.

Zhou Hexuan said: "The stars in the sky are planets."

Xiao Lingjun's eyes lit up: "Does the little prince live on the stars?"

"Yes, the little prince lives on the stars, he is an alien. Don't interrupt, just listen to Dad's story obediently." Zhou Hexuan said patiently.

"Okay, okay." Xiao Lingjun continued to blink.

The fairy tale "The Little Prince" is still very powerful. Children will be fascinated by the bizarre experience and all kinds of strange things after listening to it. Zhou Hexuan spoke for half a minute on average, and Xiao Ling was amazed, especially envious of the friendship between the little prince and the little fox.

Well, in fact, this book is an adult fable, specially written for adults, and the deep things in it can only be understood by adults.

"Go straight ahead, and you can't go very far."

"The time you spend with your roses is what makes your roses so important."

"Only children know what they are looking for."

"I'm too young to even know how to love her."

"..."

There are too many golden sentences in this book, Xiao Ling completely ignores them. After she heard the story, she had only two thoughts: one was to raise a little fox, and the other was to plant roses by herself.

As soon as Meng Xiaodong finished playing mahjong, Xiao Lingjun rushed over and acted like a baby: "Mom, mom, I want to raise a little fox!"

"What?" Meng Xiaodong was confused.

Xiao Lingjun cried and said, "I want to raise a little fox!"

Meng Xiaodong said with a headache: "Is it good to raise a little rabbit?"

"No, no, I'm going to raise a little fox!" Xiao Lingjun began to play tricks.

After counting his toes, Xiao Wei Lie looked up at his sister, then suddenly dragged his father's hand over and counted his fingers in a serious manner.

There was already a lot of crying over there, and they wanted to raise a fox. Meng Xiaodong asked Zhou Hexuan depressedly: "Brother Xuan, what kind of nonsense stories do you tell your daughter? Where can I find a fox for her!"

Zhou Hexuan laughed loudly, picked up his daughter and said, "Lingjun, let's plant roses first, shall we?"

Xiao Lingjun thought for a while: "Okay, can the roses we planted talk?"

"Should...it's okay." Zhou Hexuan said foolishly.

Xiao Lingjun clapped his hands happily: "Dad, Dad, quickly take me to plant roses, I want to talk to roses every day!"

Zhang Leyi gloated: "It depends on what you do in the future, talking roses are hard to find."

Zhou Hexuan shrugged helplessly, no matter what, the book "The Little Prince" can be written first. Historically, the global sales volume of this book has exceeded 500 million copies, easily beating "The Grimm's Fairy Tales". If "Selected Works of Mao" is not included, it seems that the sales volume is second only to the "Bible".