"Zhu Ping'an, I'll give you another chance, don't want any frogs and toads"

"Don't fool me because you think I'm good-tempered"

"Ah, why don't you talk about it!"

The black-bellied little Lori who grabbed Zhu Ping'an's little tail willfully wantonly on her eldest lady's temper, obviously wanted to hear the story, but said it like a gift.

Zhu Ping'an deeply realized that this girl was obviously not an ordinary fairy tale that could be fooled, and she could not be regarded as an ordinary child, but her appetite was much greater than that of a child.

"I'll tell you another story about the Legend of the Condor Heroes."

The vast and boundless prairie, the singing and lingering of heroes and beauties, "shooting the eagle and drawing the bow, galloping outside the plug" is so magnificent! The Legend of the Condor Heroes is the most successful novel of Mr. Jin Yong, especially after it was made into a TV series, it was even more empty, and its influence has endured for decades. It can be said that no one can resist the shooting of the eagle.

really

"Let's talk about it" The black-bellied little Lori blinked, sat on the stone, and a pair of small hands took out a delicate small bag from her body, and took out a handful of peanuts and melon seeds from it.

The little fat hand pinched the melon seeds and peanuts, and the little mouth was chirping, full of interest.

It's also strange to say that since his rebirth or crossing, Zhu Ping'an feels that his memory is getting better and better, especially the text things he has read in his previous life, which can basically be remembered now.

"The Qiantang River is mighty and the river is endlessly bypassing the edge of Niujia Village in Lin'an day and night, and flows into the sea in the east. There are dozens of black cypress trees in a row on the riverside, and the leaves are as red as fire, and it is the time of August."

The black-bellied little Lori eats melon seeds and listens to them with relish.

Speaking of which,The black-bellied little Lori should be very fond of this Legend of the Condor Heroes.,The first two fairy tales were interrupted by her several times.,Since talking about the Legend of the Condor Heroes,This girl hasn't interrupted it once.。

However, I can't talk about it anymore, and I still have to skip classes.

So, after Zhu Ping'an talked about Guo Jing killing two birds with one stone, it came to an abrupt end.

"I'm going to tell you"

The black-bellied little Lori was listening with relish, but she didn't expect Zhu Ping'an to suddenly stop talking, she couldn't help puffing out her cheeks, pouting her mouth, and staring at Zhu Ping'an angrily with a pair of big eyes.

"That's all the Master, and I haven't listened to the rest yet." Zhu Ping'an said innocently, the little fat hand twisted the bamboo tube he carried with him and poured a mouthful of water into his mouth, and then continued, "So, I'm going to listen to the master's lecture, and I'll talk to you tomorrow." ”

The black-bellied little Lori was very reluctant.,It's not easy to hear a good story.,I want to listen to it very much.,But I can't finish it.。 Children's endurance is not as good as that of adults, and when adults watch TV dramas and see excitement, they suddenly add an advertisement or they can only play it tomorrow, and they can't bear it, let alone children.

"You didn't lie to me?"

"Of course not."

"Then you'll have to listen more later."

"Okay."

Zhu Ping'an finally calmed down the black-bellied little Lori, placed the fish basket in the shallow water again, and broke a small piece of dough that he carried with him and put it in the mouth of the fish basket.

The black-bellied little Lori did not leave immediately, but watched Zhu Ping'an place the fish basket in the water with great interest.

"What are you doing?" The black-bellied little Lori Li Shu sat on the stone and asked curiously.

"Get out of the fish basket, I'll be able to catch a lot of fish after I finish the class in a while." After Zhu Ping'an put the fish basket, he walked out of the river, sat on the stone and washed the mud on his feet with the river water, and put on his shoes when they were almost clean.

Hearing this, the black-bellied little Lori suddenly glanced Zhu Ping'an up and down, like looking at a little beggar.

"Your family is so poor, I still want you to catch fish to eat. No, I'll give you this, I can't eat it anyway, and I'll give it to the dog when I go back. ”

The black-bellied little Lori gave alms, and handed the bag in her hand to Zhu Ping'an.

This stinky girl who doesn't know how to be polite really has a bit of a feeling of snorting food. Zhu Ping'an didn't stretch out his hand, and foodies are also dignified. Even if the food is delicious, it is difficult to swallow when it reaches the stomach.

The black-bellied little Lori was a little surprised by Zhu Ping'an's reaction, in her impression, these poor children were screaming and pounced on her alms, and she didn't understand why Zhu Ping'an was not grateful to Dade for taking it.

"Take it." The black-bellied little Lori said it again.

"I have the hands to catch fish myself. You better take it home and feed it to the dog, I don't have the same taste as it. ”

Zhu Ping'an refused again, and launched a counterattack against the black belly little Lori who had just treated herself as the same as a dog, satirizing the black belly little Lori and the dog.

"Love to eat or not!"

The black-bellied little Lori was angry, and threw the cloth bag in her hand into the river at once. What kind of person, people are kind enough to give him something to eat, and he is also sarcastic about others, he is really kind to treat it as a donkey's liver and lungs! If you hadn't told the story, I wouldn't have given you food! Bastard, bastard, what a little bastard!

Zhu Ping'an frowned helplessly, it's really the eldest lady's temper, and she can't be willful!

"Don't forget to tell a story tomorrow, or I'll make you look good!"

The black-bellied little Lori left angrily, but she still didn't forget to threaten Zhu Ping'an to tell her about eagle shooting tomorrow.

I don't know if that unlucky guy will marry her in the future!

Zhu Ping'an packed up his things and came to the private school again to take classes, and Sun Laoxiucai of the private school was leading the children to practice calligraphy. At the right time, Sun Laoxiu demonstrated on the podium, and explained to the children in detail several places that beginners should pay attention to, and took the trouble to correct the problems of the children below.

Zhu Ping'an benefited a lot, because some of those children made mistakes that they also committed, and after listening to Sun Lao Xiucai's words, he had a feeling of enlightenment. After putting the things in place, Zhu Ping'an dipped the brush in the stone trough and dipped it in the water, and while listening to Sun Laoxiucai's explanation, he practiced calligraphy on the black wooden board.

After a few days of perseverance, Zhu Ping'an has adapted to writing with a brush, although the writing is still not good-looking, but at least he is used to it.

During Zhu Ping'an's practice of calligraphy, Zhu Pingjun and his tablemate were hit by the board again in the private school, because they were fighting with their classmates. The reason for the fight is also very simple, that is, because the space of a table between the two is unevenly distributed, everyone wants to be bigger, no one is convinced, and because of the writing of the brush I don't know who rubbed the paper and who made the paper, so I started working in class.

The classroom is the same thing, who crossed whom's 38th line, who rubbed and stepped on whom, it is the age of trouble, naturally Mars touched the earth.

;