After the two of them finished eating, Jiang Huanfeng counted the time with his fingers, guessing that Yuntao was about to start a lecture, so he pulled Bai Wenxiong over immediately.

"Don't we bring pen and paper?" Bai Wenxiong asked.

"What are you doing here with a pen and paper?"

"Of course I will write down what the teacher said and review it when I get back."

Jiang Huanfeng patted his head, yes, the story of Sun Wukong is so good, why has he never thought of writing it down?

"Bai Wenxiong, you are so smart! I have never thought about this..." Jiang Huanfeng said, mainly because he knew few words.

If he knew more words, he would definitely copy down all the stories his sister told and read them in his arms every day.

Bai Wenxiong once again agreed with his thoughts.

I think Jiang Huanfeng is a good person. He is close to the teacher's family. The teacher opened a small stove for him and he took him there.

He will definitely be more polite to Jiang Huanfeng in the future.

The two of them took some pens, ink, paper and inkstones and carried them over.

The room was filled with dazzling candlelight. Yun Tao had just opened the album and turned to the first page when she saw two children carrying a small wooden box.

"What did you bring?" Jiang Xian asked first.

She was not surprised by Bai Wenxiong's appearance. Her sister had told her a long time ago and said that the story should be told from the beginning.

"I brought pen and ink here." Jiang Huanfeng stepped forward and said proudly.

"Bai Wenxiong said to write down the story so that I can read it when I want to."

Bai Wenxiong's expression was calm and slightly surprised. He looked at the brightly colored pictures on Yuntao's easel and was completely absorbed.

"There's no need to rush to memorize it. I asked my father to copy a copy for you. Then I'll just copy a few more copies and give them to you." Yuntao said, treating it as extracurricular reading for the children.

Jiang Xian was naturally very happy after hearing this.

"Okay, sit down quickly."

The three children sat side by side and listened carefully.

A thick layer of candle wax accumulated on the candlestick, and the buzz of insects outside gradually grew louder.

Yuntao estimated that it was almost eight o'clock.

"Okay, we'll end today's story here. You go back and have a good rest. We'll talk about it tomorrow." Yuntao said, closing the album.

Jiang Xian and Jiang Huanfeng listened to it once. Listening to it again was just ordinary, but they didn't feel tired.

Jiang Huanfeng walked forward slowly while holding a lantern. As he walked, he suddenly realized that no one around him was gone, and he was startled.

He only felt that there was something hidden in the dark night, as if a snake was going to pop out in the next second and spin around his feet.

Jiang Huanfeng turned around and saw Bai Wenxiong holding a lantern and standing under the moonlight not far away, with his neck raised and looking lost.

"What's wrong with you?"

Bai Wenxiong listened to "Journey to the West" all night and was completely attracted by the Sun Wukong in the story, the monkey holding a golden hoop in the scroll and roaming the sky.

"Do you think there really is a Sun Wukong in the sky?" Bai Wenxiong asked blankly.

The moon today is exceptionally round, and its silvery moonlight spreads all over the ground.

Although there are still white clouds in the black night, they are not as white as during the day, and they are even gray and dark.

Is this the somersault cloud Sun Wukong rides on?

If he climbs onto the cloud, will the cloud also become his somersault cloud?

Bai Wenxiong's little head was full of confusion.

"No!" Jiang Huanfeng said calmly.

"Why?"

Bai Wenxiong retracted his distant thoughts.

"Because Sun Wukong refused to obey the rules and wanted to make a big fuss in the sky, he was suppressed by Tathagata Buddha under the Wuzhi Mountain for five hundred years..." Jiang Huanfeng recalled the story he had heard.

When Bai Wenxiong heard the news, his mouth opened wide. He didn't know whether he was happy or sad for a moment.

"So, he has been on the ground since then and has not returned to heaven."

Jiang Huanfeng's story has been heard: Sun Wukong protected Tang Monk to obtain scriptures. They could only walk with their feet and could not fly...

Bai Wenxiong immediately pursed his lips, feeling uncomfortable and wanting to cry.

So why can’t the mighty Monkey King stop flying in the sky?

Jiang Huanfeng saw something was wrong with Bai Wenxiong's expression.

"What's wrong with you? Don't be sad! I know that Sun Wukong has been suppressed for five hundred years, and I am also sad."

"But don't worry, someone will come to save him!"

"Really?"

"Really! How could I lie to you? I heard it all behind!"

Jiang Huanfeng patted his chest and promised, feeling secretly happy for some reason.

I don’t know if I’m secretly happy that I know more Journey to the West stories than Bai Wenxiong, or I’m secretly happy that I’ll have someone to accompany me in the future.

After knowing that Sun Wukong was rescued, most of the soreness in Bai Wenxiong's chest dissipated.

He asked with a worried expression instead of his usual straight face.

"Then, how long have you heard this story?"

"Uh... I heard it, it's been many, many days! Anyway, I came earlier than you, and I even heard Sun Wukong fighting monsters!"

"Okay, I understand, don't talk anymore."

"Why? Didn't you want to know how Sun Wukong was doing just now?"

"I want to hear what the teacher has to say, but I don't want to hear what you have to say."

"Oh, then I won't talk about it."

"But, don't you really want to know in advance?"

"I don't want to, I don't want to!"

Bai Wenxiong's tone sounded a little crazy.

The two short figures walked back to the house together, bickering as they walked.

The school buildings were close to each other, so the two children went back to the house and made a fuss for a long time before they calmed down.

Li Qianchen sat at the table and continued to modify the unfinished paintings during the day.

After hearing the excitement, I felt a little curious.

The two children had nowhere else to go but the Yun family so late at night, so why did the two children get into a fight?

Curiosity is nothing but curiosity, and it’s hard for Li Qianchen to ask him personally.

I could only finish rewriting the painting silently, blow out the candles and lie on the bed.

The last time he studied so hard, he was younger than the two children next door.

But it is different in Chaoyang Academy. Some are playing, some are studying, and there are no elders to attend. It is more relaxed than at home.

In a refined and spacious house in Nantong City.

In the small courtyard in the northwest corner.

A handsome young man slowly folded his clothes and stuffed them into the cabinet next to him.

His room was extremely clean. There was a dusty tea set on the round table outside, a pile of books on the table facing north, a few candles with low burning candles on the table, and a few clothes on the bed.

The gauze curtain on the bed was installed at some point, but now it is gray and black, and has several big holes. Mosquitoes can come in and out at will, feeling very comfortable.

The yard and eaves outside the window are spacious and spacious, but inside this small house, a poor family has only four walls.

The young man had almost folded his clothes when he suddenly heard a gust of footsteps outside.

"Master, the servants of the Wei family are really bullying!" A woman wearing a sand-green cloth with a wooden hairpin broke into the house.

"I wanted to go see my uncle for a review, but they just stopped me and wouldn't let me go!"

Guo Sheng looked up and saw Wanyu Fan Hong's eyes, feeling helpless.
Chapter completed!