Fu Xizhou looked at her and could hardly believe that this was his son Xiaozhou.
He held his cheek with one hand and raised his eyebrows slightly, looking handsome and cute.
This was the first time Xiaozhou read a poem in front of him, but why did it sound so fluid?
The temperament is pretty much the same.
Xiaoshi didn't feel that she was disliked by her father, and looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to praise her.
However, daddy kept a straight face.
Xiaoshi blinked: "Did I read it correctly?"
She actually mispronounced it on purpose, but that's pretty much what it meant.
However, if I read it correctly, how can I find a topic to talk about with my dad?
Daddy looks too aloof and cold, as if he is not easy to get close to.
This is all she can do.
Fu Xizhou said seriously: "You did pronounce it wrong. You made many mistakes."
There is only one sentence "left and right" that is correct.
Xiao Shi looked very well-behaved and accepted it carefully, and asked: "What's wrong?"
"In this character, instead of pronouncing 'Qi', pronounce '雎', and in this character, pronounce 'bird' instead of '鸠'"
Xiao Shi nodded: "That is Guan Guan Jujiu."
"Yeah." Fu Xizhou felt a little relieved.
When Xiaozhou is serious, he looks a bit like a primary school bully.
Fu Xizhou gradually entered the counseling state and continued to correct: "And this word is pronounced 'river', not 'water'. These two characters are pronounced 'slim', not 'slender'."
Xiaoshi nodded: "Yeah, yeah~"
"This character is pronounced 'gin', not '生', and the character behind it is pronounced 'cai', not 'lai'"
Xiaozhou continued to nod: "I remember Daddy."
Fu Xizhou's hand fell on the last row, and his expression became a little gloomy: "Especially this word, pronounced '夤梦', not 'zhuangzhuang', do you think it sounds good to Zhuangzhuang?"
It was originally a quite romantic poem.
When I read it from Xiaozhou's mouth, it sounded like a hooligan.
Especially the word Zhuangzhuang...
Fu Xizhou held his forehead with one hand, feeling mixed emotions in his heart for a moment.
The little poem nodded like a pound of garlic: "Zhuangzhuang is not as good as Wanmei. Daddy, please listen to me and read it again."
"Um."
He raised his head and read the poem while shaking his head. His serious look was quite like that of a poet.
"Guan Guan Jiujiu, in the river island; a graceful lady, a gentleman is fond of fighting; scattered water plants, flowing to the left and right; a graceful lady, strong and strong..."
The little girl paused for a moment when she read this. She clearly felt her father's eyes become cold and stern, and quickly changed her words: "I've been longing for it!"
Fu Xizhou was a little surprised at Xiaozhou's learning ability.
He just corrected it once, and Xiaozhou actually understood everything.
For a moment, he even felt that the child was capable of mispronunciation on purpose.
After reading the poem, she seemed to be asking him for sweets, her eyes sparkling: "Daddy, is this the right time?"
Seeing this, Fu Xizhou dismissed his doubts and moved his thin lips: "Well, that's right."
The little poem opened the next page with great interest and said happily: "Daddy, I can read this one, I can read it!"
Fu Xizhou looked at the title of the poem and was silent for a while.
——Drumming.
There are no other words, just one paragraph.
The agreement between life and death is broad, and it is said by Zicheng.
Hold your son's hand and grow old together with him.
The little girl began to recite: "The sword gate of life and death, with it, it becomes a legend, and with the hand of the child, it grows old with the child!"
Then he looked at Fu Xizhou: "Daddy, this time, I read it correctly."
Fu Xizhou: "..."
After being silent for a few seconds, he patiently corrected her again.
The little poem was immediately recited again.
Then I have to turn to the next page.
Fu Xizhou only felt the pain between his eyebrows and the throbbing pain in his temples. He pressed the back of her little hand and said, "Okay, I won't read the poem anymore."
Xiaoshi looked at him doubtfully: "Am I not reading it well?"
"……no."
"Daddy, you hesitated." Xiaoshi was very good at observing his words and immediately guessed through his white lie.
Seeing her cute look, Fu Xizhou stretched out his hand and rubbed her little head: "It's not that the reading is not good, it's that these poems are not suitable for you."
"Why?" Xiao Shi was puzzled.
She didn't even have the chance to go to school in the mall, so she agreed to help the uncle next door wash dishes for a week in exchange for this book of poems.
She was memorizing it all.
But I read it alone, and my mother never participated.
Because mommy never went to school and doesn't know how to read.
She could only finish reading it alone.
She can finally share it with her daddy, which is a very happy thing for her.
"There is no reason. Now tell Daddy the name of the classmate who lent you this book."
He needs to have a serious talk with the classmate's parents.
He flipped through a whole book, all filled with love poems.
These poems are all famous poems spread throughout history, but they are not suitable for children of Xiaozhou's age to memorize.
Xiao Shi realized that he didn't like her reciting these poems, and was afraid of being guessed, so she had to change the topic: "Daddy, can you give me a book of poems suitable for me to read?"
After hearing this, Fu Xizhou stood up and walked to the bookcase, picked up a set of ancient poems for primary school students, took a book from the middle, walked back to her side and sat down: "Read this book."
Xiaoshi glanced at the cover and lost interest.
Although she knew all the poems in the book that her father objected to reading by heart, she had not fully understood the meaning of those poems, so she was still interested in learning with her father.
But she had thoroughly understood the book that her father had given her, and she did not want to waste the rare time she spent with her father, so she said truthfully: "Daddy, I know all the ancient poems in this."
Fu Xizhou is a bit incredible. There are a hundred ancient poems in it.
If Xiaozhou was a primary school student, he wouldn't be so surprised.
But Xiaozhou is still in kindergarten, so he will naturally suspect that Xiaozhou is telling lies.
"I'll test you."
When Xiao Shi heard it, he immediately became energetic: "Yeah, yeah."
""painting""
“Looking at the mountains from a distance, the mountains are colorful, but up close, the water is silent.
When spring comes, the flowers are still there, and the birds are not surprised when people come.”
Not a word is wrong.
Fu Xizhou changed to a more complicated one: ""What You Saw""
He raised his head and recited the little poem: "The shepherd boy rides the ox, and his singing shakes the forest.
I wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly I shut up and stood up."
Fu Xizhou's eyes changed again, completely different from the helplessness just now.
He tentatively took another test: ""Mountain Village Odyssey""
The little poem shook his head and continued to recite: "Two or three miles away, there are four or five houses in Yancun.
There are six or seven pavilions and eighty or ninety flowers."
At this time, Fu Xizhou fell silent.
It turns out that Xiaozhou is an invisible academic master.
He actually never knew.
In the past, when Xiaozhou got along with him, it was difficult to communicate with him for more than ten sentences.
I feel like a different person today.
He was a little surprised: "Who did you learn these poems from?"
Xiaoshi lowered his head.
When she came back from doing a small job, she passed by the school and squatted at the door to listen to the class.
The teacher saw that she was eager to learn and gave her a book of Three Hundred Tang Poems.
She is the elder brother now and cannot answer truthfully, so she explains: "I learned it on my mobile phone."
Fu Xizhou's eyes narrowed slightly: "You can actually read those poems just now, right?"