Despite all his reluctance, Duan Mingjing finally took the book and walked step by step towards the hut in the backyard under the dim moonlight.
Each child of the Duan family has his own house.
Duan Yutao was still young and didn't want to sleep alone, so he became a companion with his brother Duan Yujin, and the two slept on the same bed.
When Duan Mingjing opened the door and walked in, the two brothers were lying on the bed.
There was a dim oil lamp placed on the chair next to the bed, and the two brothers were playing around on the bed. The gauze mosquito net not only illuminated the bed, but also cast a faint shadow on the wall.
Hearing the noise coming from the door, the brothers immediately stopped making trouble.
Duan Mingjing coughed slightly to show his severity.
"Dad, why are you here?" Duan Yujin asked, sitting up from the bed.
It's really weird. Dad doesn't come to see him during the day, so why would he choose to come over at night?
"Come here and teach you a book." Duan Mingjing straightened his back and said with a majestic look.
Although Qiao Lan mentioned telling bedtime stories, Duan Mingjing felt that telling books was the most appropriate description.
Whose father goes to the bedside to tell stories to his son before he goes to bed?
I have only heard of my son kneeling on my bedside to show his filial piety!
But it was his mother who said it, so there must be truth to it.
"Teaching books?" The two brothers were dumbfounded when they heard this word.
Duan Yujin had doubts on his face. Did his father see some allusion in the book that he didn't understand, and because his two uncles were away, he came here to ask him for advice?
"You two put on your shoes and sit down at the table." Duan Mingjing ordered.
Duan Yujin got out of bed consciously, pulled off the cloth shoes beside the bed, opened the mosquito net, and pulled his brother down.
Duan Yutao, wearing a plain bellyband with two horses embroidered on his upper body and white linen shorts on his lower body, sat down at the table.
Even though the two sons were extremely cooperative, Duan Mingjing was a little unhappy after all. He glanced at the bellyband on his younger son. How could a scholar not dress properly when studying?
Then he said in a stern voice, "Go and change your clothes for me. What does it mean to wear a bellyband when you are so big?"
Duan Yutao is 7 years old this year, and he feels a little aggrieved as he twists the corner of his bellyband. This is a new bellyband that his mother embroidered for him last month. She said it looks good on him.
When dad comes, he won’t let me wear it anymore!
Duan Yutao remembered what his mother had said, saying that he could not make his father angry. Grandma would get angry when her father was angry, and she would not like them anymore.
With a depressed expression, he went to the cupboard to find clothes to change into. Duan Yujin stood up and helped to find clothes for his brother in the cupboard.
After a while, Duan Yutao changed his clothes, and Duan Siyu was also carried into the house.
The three brothers and sisters sat around a table and were ordered by Duan Mingjing to straighten their backs and listen carefully to the book. The two oil lamps in the room made the shadows of the four people long.
Duan Mingjing was finally satisfied and took out the book. He looked at the name on the cover and was stunned for a while.
Why is this "Three Kingdoms"?
Duan Mingjing tried his best to recall, and vaguely remembered that when his father Duan Yuexiu was still alive, he liked to read the biography in this book.
The father likes to watch, but rarely tells them about it. How should he tell them?
Duan Mingjing bravely opened the book and flipped through it randomly. Even if he went back to change books now, he might not have read the one he picked.
Duan Mingjing looked at it for a while and finally picked out a character he thought he was most familiar with, Zhou Yu, who said "If the song is wrong, Zhou Lang will take care of it".
In the early years when he went to and from restaurants, many of his friends liked to compare him to Zhou Yu, saying that the girl in the restaurant could not play the music well, and they could tell by listening to it.
He will surely understand after just a little look!
Duan Mingjing cleared his throat, coughed twice and said, "Dad will tell you about "The Biography of Zhou Yu" today!"
"Zhou Yu, courtesy name Gongjin, is from Shu County, Lujiang. Like his grandfather, he was also a Han Dynasty Lieutenant... Oh, that's not right!" Duan Mingjing thought about it. How could he remember that Zhou Yu led troops to fight?
What kind of lieutenant?
Zhou Yu and Sun Ce fought together, and each married a young and old Qiao. He knew this even if he didn't read.
"Is there something wrong with this book?" Duan Mingjing murmured, looked up at the child, and hid the book behind his back, "This book is printed in the wrong format, I'm going to change it for you."
Duan Mingjing had never read "Three Kingdoms", but Duan Yujin had read a few articles under the guidance of his two uncles, and "The Biography of Zhou Yu" happened to be in it.
He still remembered what it said at the beginning: Zhou Yu, courtesy name Gongjin, was from Lujiang Shu. His grandfathers, Jing and Jing Zizhong, were both Han Taiwei.
The first sentence of his father's speech had the same meaning, but he later said that Zhou Yu's cousin Zhou Jing and Zhou Jing's son Zhou Zhong both served as Taiwei in the Han Dynasty.
The difference between these words is huge.
Duan Yujin calmly looked at his brothers and sisters on both sides. Seeing that they were distracted, he felt relieved knowing that neither of them had listened.
Fortunately, no outsiders were there.
Duan Yutao had never read "Three Kingdoms". He was a little interested in the stories told by his father and asked, "Dad, when will you become an official like grandpa?"
Hearing this, Duan Mingjing's face suddenly darkened. He wanted to teach his son a few words, but suddenly he remembered Qiao Lan's words and finally held himself back.
When Duan Yujin saw this, he immediately said, "Dad, Tao'er is young and can't understand these things. Why don't you go get a book of poetry! I want to hear my father read poetry!"
Duan Mingjing was silent for a long time, and finally said angrily, "I'm going to change a book."
Seeing that their biological father was about to leave, the expressions on the faces of the three children became much more relaxed.
Duan Siyu sat on a wooden chair that was as high as her brother, swinging her legs wildly, "Brother, I want to go out and play."
It’s so boring to listen to dad read!
Duan Yujin comforted his sister and said, "...you will be sleepy later."
Because Duan Mingjing was planning to teach some children, Shang couldn't bear to follow him. She was afraid that entering the house would disturb the father and son, so she sat in Wang's room next to her.
The two of them had just exchanged a few words about home affairs when they heard the violent sound of the door opening outside.
"What's going on?" Wang tilted her head and looked at the door.
"I'll go take a look."
The two sisters stood up. As soon as they opened the door, they saw a black shadow running around in the backyard, which was very scary.
Mrs. Shang recognized clearly that this was her husband through the cold moonlight, "Second Master, did you finish studying so quickly?"
Duan Mingjing replied in a low voice, "Go back and exchange a book."
Shang's anxious heart was relieved.
It's not just a matter of giving up halfway.
Mrs. Wang looked at Duan Mingqing's dark figure walking past the courtyard wall, turned around and comforted her sister-in-law next to her, "Second Master still listens to the old lady, don't worry."
After hearing this, Mr. Shang smiled and said, "It's always good to study!"
Even if your husband is not motivated, if he is willing to read more books, he will always be better than before.
Duan Mingjing gave up on his boss and found a book of poetry from the study and read it to the three children at home.
Reciting poetry is much easier than reading a book. Just read according to the words above.
Duan Ming held the book in his hands and read to himself for a while. He felt that his reading was rhythmic and emotional. He calculated the approximate time in his mind and closed the book.
When I looked up again, I found that two of the three children at home were sleeping.