"All minors in China each have a copy of "Three Hundred Poems in the Land". Before each teacher updates a poem, they must recite all the previous poems. For the prosperity and strength of China, they must start with the education doll!" Su Yuntang had already made the first step in the country's education cause in his heart, and all minors must recite "Three Hundred Poems in the Land".
“What’s the situation?”
Most Confucian students in the lobby suddenly had a notebook that was exactly the same as in Su Yuntang's hand. Everyone was discussing which seafood girl to look for tonight, but the sudden change surprised them.
Even Guo Dongyin was not spared, and a notebook that was exactly the same as Su Yuntang appeared in his hand.
"Dongyin, why did your son's notebook suddenly appear in my hand?" Chen Feipeng was shirtless and wrapped in a bath towel, shouting loudly downstairs in the corridor on the second floor.
Guo Dongyin looked up and saw four people from the Little Nezha team standing in a row, waving to him, each holding a notebook in his hand.
When Guo Dongyin turned around and was about to ask Su Yuntang what was going on, he only heard the entire hall and Chen Feipeng and four others, with a sad expression. He began to open the first page of the notebook, and then recited in unison, "Lying 300 poems, "Spring Night Happy Rain" Good rain knows the season, and it happens when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently..."
Everyone read aloud in an orderly manner, floating above the lobby of Phoenix City. The waiters in Phoenix City have never seen such a scene before, and what happened to Yinbai? They looked at each other.
Guo Dongyin also felt an invisible force, controlling himself to open the first page of the notebook, but after turning to the first page, Guo Dongyin did not recite the five Tang poems on the notebook with others.
"What's going on?"
Guo Dongyin didn't know what was going on, and looked at Su Yuntang, who was looking at him with a confused look on his face.
"Teacher, why do these people's behaviors behave the same as what I thought?" Su Yuntang was surprised and suspicious.
"What are you thinking?" Guo Dongyin asked in confusion.
"Everyone of our minors in China has a copy of "Three Hundred Poems of Lying Flat" and recites every poem on it."
Guo Dongyin was shocked. He seemed to be who was making trouble with Yin Bai?
"Have you been promoted to the sub-saint realm? Have you awakened your ability to talk about war on paper?" Guo Dongyin looked at Su Yuntang in disbelief.
Su Yuntang's eyes widened. He had just been promoted to the sub-saint realm and had just learned that he had the ability to talk on paper. How could the teacher guessed? Su Yuntang nodded to Guo Dongyin and gave a positive answer.
"Sure enough! They have won your ability to talk on paper."
Guo Dongyin had seen "Five Thousand Years of the Yuan Universe" in the library of the Negative Entropy Academy, which recorded the four major practice systems of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism and spiritual cultivators.
Before Confucianism becomes a sub-saint or saint, it cannot awaken its ability. Only after reaching a sub-saint or saint can it awaken its ability to talk about war on paper. The Confucian practice system has only this ability, but this ability is the nightmare of all practice systems and is the nemesis of all other practice systems.
During the same period of Confucianism, only one sub-saint or saint would appear, who was an existence above all practice systems!
Because it is so rare, the ability to awaken is so perverted.
Talking about war on paper is similar to the fact that everything you want is fulfilled. The sub-sage mind concretizes something, and that thing will appear in reality.
Fortunately, Su Yuntang was thinking just now that all the minors in China were all in China, and each of them had a copy of "Three Hundred Poems in Lie". If the prefix of China is not added, foreign children would probably feel the charm of Three Hundred Poems in Lie.
"So when will they end?"
Looking at the people who recited Tang poems loudly without pauses, Guo Dongyin was so kind to this scene. Thinking about it, this was also his nightmare.
My mother held a feather duster in her hand and urged Guo Dongyin to recite 300 Tang poems. Guo Dongyin was shaking his head while reading. Once he was wandering, my mother's feather duster would fall on his butt.
At that time, my mother's head was still black and there were no wrinkles on her face. At some point, Guo Dongyin found that her hair had turned gray and there were a few wrinkles on her face.
Guo Dongyin felt like a thorn in his throat and felt very uncomfortable.
Because he is an only child, his father works outside for many years and has been dependent on his mother since he was a child.
My own growth consumed my mother's youth.
"My mother is farewell! I will live well in this world and will not let you down for raising me!" Guo Dongyin felt uncomfortable, and his throat was even more swallowed, and he whispered, "The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes of the wandering son. She sewed it tightly before leaving, and she was afraid that she would return late. Who said that the heart of a grass can repay the three spring sunshine?"
A line of tears left in Guo Dongyin's eyes.
The last time Guo Dongyin saw his mother was the day before he had an accident.
My mother nagged Guo Dongyin, "After the eighth day of the lunar month, you will go and see the girl your cousin introduced to you. That girl is two years younger than you, her parents are honest, and the girl is honest and honest. Tonight, you ask your cousin to give you the girl's WeChat. You can talk first, and you can meet in two days."
"Mom, I'm not available! The new store opened on the Yuntian day and someone asked me to be the chief chef. I can't miss it. I have to go there on the Yuntian day." Guo Dongyin was packing his luggage.
My mother persuaded me earnestly, "Dongyin, our hometown is about not leaving or leaving! No matter how busy you are, can't you go out after these two days?"
In the end, my mother did not persuade Guo Dongyin, but Guo Dongyin resolutely left home on the seventh day of the first lunar month.
It was also this day, and it was the last time he and his mother met.
If I could listen to my mother at that time, put down my work first, stay with me more, I wouldn't have... Guo Dongyin felt very regretful, but there was no medicine for regret in this world.
"What's wrong with you, teacher? You wrote this poem. You shouldn't memorize it, remember it, right?" Su Yuntang asked when he saw Guo Dongyin with tears on his face. Su Yuntang thought that Guo Dongyin cried because he wanted to recite these poems.
"It's okay. Su Yuntang, you must listen carefully to your mother and don't think she is talking too much. No one in this world treats you better than her." Guo Dongyin was sad.
Guo Dongyin looked like he was going to earn several million a year, but his son wanted to support his parents but his parents were not waiting for him!
Su Yuntang didn't know why Guo Dongyin said this to him, so he had to nodded silently.
"By the way, it's not easy for your dad to make money. It's not easy for him to be outside for your family. When he comes home, don't always talk back to him."
How did the teacher know that I often talk back to my dad... Su Yuntang was confused, but on the surface he still agreed with "Yeah, yeah, yeah".
"And you, quickly remove the ability to talk on paper. Look at what this looks like. Phoenix City opens its doors to do business. They are so wailing and howl, how else do they do business?"
"Teacher, once my ability to talk about war on paper is released, it cannot be taken back! They can only recite the poems on them and apply the ability to talk about war on paper on paper, and will naturally stop. When you publish a new poem, the ability to talk about war on paper will automatically be activated again!" Su Yuntang smiled helplessly.
......
"I'm so tired. Memorizing these poems is even more tiring than spending on friends from Guan Bao!"
After an hour, Chen Feipeng and the other two were finally relieved, their calves were sore and swollen. They sat on the ground, opened their mouths and sighed.
In the lobby, there were a few Confucian students with good memory who had already memorized five Tang poems, and some were still unsatisfied; but there were also people who were always thinking about Guan Bao’s friend, who was absent-minded and could not recite these five Tang poems for a long time, and complained.
[Gong Jinhua's slightly angry mood value is 666...]
"Fuck, I'm actually here to get out of the bed sheets. Who wants to recite this damn poem?"