What?

When Yue Xiaoke's words rang.

The audience suddenly fell into death silence.

The expressions of emotion of the audience in front of the screen were also frozen on their faces.

Teacher Huang held his forehead with his hands. He and Sun Zheng had actually seen something wrong with this piece of fabric.

Because the words on this piece of fabric are not written with a brush.

This poem clearly comes from a modern black signature pen!

Now, since Xiaoke said that it was written by her father, everything is understandable.

In the live broadcast room, there are also more barrage.

"It turned out to be written by Yue Yang. I took back what I said just now, and it was really ugly."

"Objectively speaking, it is indeed ugly, but I have to say that being able to write such words means that this guy is quite a bit handsome."

"I have a strong character, but it's a pity that he is a man who abandons his wife and daughter. He is so irresponsible."

"Do you think this piece of fabric looks familiar?"

"Hey, no, right? This seems to be the fabric on the flag."

...

The audience was talking.

And the sharp-eyed audience discovered the problem with the fabric.

This piece of fabric is not a modern product.

Judging from the color and texture, it is exactly the same as the flag just now.

The program team is also professional.

When there was such a discussion in the live broadcast room, the flag was unfolded again, and a close-up came.

As expected.

In the lower right corner of the flag "General Tianwei" there is an inconspicuous corner, missing one.

Obviously, this was torn off by Yue Yang.

In an instant, the audience in the live broadcast room was furious.

"Yue Yang is so bad! He actually tore up the flag of his ancestors!"

"Is it unbearable? If I meet him, I will definitely give him a good look!"

"Yes! It's better not let me see him on the street!"

"But... even if you see him, you won't know him."

"Well……"

In the barrage, there are more and more rebukes against Yue Yang.

After all, it is the banner of our ancestors, how can we easily tear it down?

Inside the Buddhist temple.

"Uncle Sun, I want to put away this piece of fabric."

Yue Xiaoke said very seriously.

"Why?"

Sun Zheng subconsciously asked rhetorically.

"Because, there are dad's handwriting on it!"

Xiaoke said happily.

Everyone sighed, what a sensible child this is.

Being able to possess the handwriting of her father seems to be a very happy thing for her.

"Xiao Ke is really sensible."

"I would have had such a daughter."

“…”

The audience in the live broadcast room was moved again.

But Teacher Huang said to Xiaoke: "This piece of fabric is your own, you can put it away."

Xiaoke nodded happily, and then asked a question that both Sun Zheng and Teacher Huang were embarrassed: "Does my father leave this note in the incense burner? "

Sure enough, in Xiaoke's eyes, everything her father did was right and meaningful.

But this matter is obvious. The verse on the fabric was written by Yue Yang when he was a child.

As for why he stayed in the incense burner, it is very likely that Yue Yang hid in the incense burner because he was afraid of his parents' scolding.

But in Xiaoke's opinion, everything her father does makes sense.

What kind of person is her father? She can actually make her daughter admire her so much.

"Of course it has a deep meaning! He wants to tell everyone that he must be a useful person!"

Looking at Xiaoke's expectant eyes, Teacher Huang could only make up one reason.

"So what is a useful person?"

Xiao Ke has a good word and can't quite understand what Teacher Huang means.

"No matter what job you do, as long as you love your job and be dedicated and contribute to society, you are a useful person."

"That is, the hero in the current sense!"

Teacher Huang explained.

The ancient poems may have expressed the meaning of death.

But readers are alive.

The understanding of poetry in each era may be different.

Regardless of whether these words were said by Xiaoke or not, they were all the true feelings of Teacher Huang from the bottom of his heart.

"Then my dad is also a hero?" Xiao Ke said laughably.

"Uh...as...of course."

Teacher Huang nodded and looked at Sun Zheng in confrontation.

Is Yue Yang a great man?

They will not comment on this.

Chen Mengxi looked gloomy.

She really didn't know what kind of ecstasy Yue Yang had given her daughter.

Such an irresponsible husband and father clearly left behind his daughter.

His daughter actually worships him so blindly.

What magic does Yue Yang have?

"Okay, don't stand there. Before we knew it, it's almost dark, let's prepare supper first."

"Check the room and talk about it after dinner."

At this time, Teacher Huang changed the topic and broke up all the staff.

Since the main content I am looking forward to now has become an exploration of the Yue family’s ancestral house, the program team no longer uses any tricks to cook, and all the ingredients for cooking are provided for free.

Teacher Huang was busy in front of the stove, while Chen Mengxi was working hard next to him.

Chen Mengxi is actually a grassroots background and is not very skilled in cooking, but she can also help.

However, this is not the key.

The reason why she came to help Teacher Huang was because she wanted to share the clues she found.

"Teacher Huang, what do you think this is?"

Seeing that there was no one else around, the cameraman also went to take pictures of Xiaoke and the others, and secretly took out a wooden board.

"Where did you get this?"

Teacher Huang was suddenly shocked. Chen Mengxi's hand was a wooden board with pictures printed on it.

This wooden board is exactly the same as the wooden board embedded in the study and Yue Yang’s room chair, but the picture shows a macaque!

"It's in the Buddhist temple!"

Chen Mengxi said so.
Chapter completed!