"It takes a hundred steps to go from home to family school. Xiao Ming is more naughty and likes to jump with one foot on the ground. Today he jumped forty times in total. If the steps are the same size whether walking or jumping, then Xiao Ming will
How many steps did you take today?"
Just fold one leg, and then you can hop on one foot!
No! Both legs are discounted! From now on, just sit on the ground and let people drag you around!
"Xiao Ming has a habit of drinking water, that is, when he is halfway through drinking, he has to fill up the water glass before continuing to drink. Today Xiao Ming refilled the water a total of eighteen times, and he didn't add any more until he finished drinking. So how many glasses did he drink today?
water?"
Why didn't I push you to death?
Huh? Why didn’t I push you to death?
This question is simple, but simplicity does not reduce Chang Yansong's anger.
"Xiao Ming was ordered by his father to squat in the corner because he was too naughty and couldn't calm down."
good!
Chang Yansong praised in his heart and developed a deep respect for the unknown father.
"I think squatting in the corner is too boring, so Xiao Ming took the millet and counted it."
"On the first day he counted one grain, on the second day he counted two grains, on the third day he counted four grains, on the fourth day he counted eight grains, on the fifth day he counted sixteen grains
grain……"
"If you keep counting like this for a month, how many grains of millet did Xiao Ming count on the last day of this month? How many grains of millet did he count in total this month?"
This is quite simple.
Thirty-two on the sixth day, sixty-four on the seventh day, one hundred and twenty-eight on the eighth day...
He counted silently in his mind, and as he continued to count, Chang Yansong opened his mouth wide.
this……
How could this be?
Chang Yansong raised his head a little sluggishly.
The direction where he was sitting was exactly where the sun was setting.
At this time, it was getting late and the sun was no longer visible, but the sky in the west was a glowing red, the most brilliant red of the day.
This time is extremely short, and soon the entire sky will darken.
Chang Yansong stared blankly at the splendor to the west. For a moment, he felt a little dazed, as if he was not in the human world.
Really, this question is very true.
But it’s so real that it feels fake!
"Xiao Ming likes to eat fruits..."
"Xiao Ming..."
The "number" in the second part is still ten questions.
The storybook also says that there are a hundred questions in total, and the storybook only extracts the top ten questions.
Chang Yansong was no longer able to feel angry.
Even though that damn Xiao Ming had been beaten to death in his heart a hundred times.
But at this time, he was like a melon vine that had been beaten by frost. Every leaf drooped down. He searched the entire melon vine and could not find a single leaf with its head held high. This is Chang Yansong's heart now.
The sky was getting darker and darker, but I could still barely make out the words.
Chang Yansong had no intention of comparing his family's family history with that of the Ye family in this book. They were two completely different things!
He has long been unable to compare himself with those little bastards from the Ye family. They are the same two existences, and there is no comparison at all!
This is a very painful realization.
But after reading the "text" in the first part and the "number" in the second part, he was completely numb.
I haven’t finished the assessment yet, there is still the third part.
Chang Yansong was almost dying from the shock, but he still couldn't bear to part with the storybook in his hand. He held back his breath and continued reading.
The third part is the selection and drafting of Taoist poems.
The first question.
one
A straw hat, a straw hat, a small boat, a foot of fishing line and an inch of hook.
A casual song, a bowl of wine, and a sandbank for one person.
Second
One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces.
Ten pieces, hundreds of pieces, thousands of pieces, flew into the reeds and disappeared.
Choose the one you like from the two and write a song similar to it based on your own life.
Chang Yansong, whose heart was filled with despair, saw his eyes suddenly light up when he saw this.
The gray heart of death also began to beat briskly.
Of these two, he likes the first one!
This is so similar to when he used to stay alone in this pavilion and look at the front, back, left, right, and far of Juxing Tower!
Putting down his storybook, Chang Yansong stood up and walked around the pavilion.
The sky was completely dark, and everything was quiet in the Star Building. Lamps were still lit inside and outside some buildings, and looking from a distance, they looked like stars in the sky.
One person occupies a piece of the sky.
Chang Yansong's mind instinctively jumped to this sentence, but he turned around for a long time and failed to complete the other three sentences.
Chang Yansong is not depressed, but just novel and excited.
It turns out...this is a Taoist poem?
Chang Yansong often spends the night in Juxing Tower, where he also has his own small room.
He couldn't bear to put it down and had no way to put it down. He was definitely going to finish reading this story tonight, no matter how late it was. However, just after reading this small part, he was already worried that he would finish reading it.
What to do.
With extreme novelty and excitement, Chang Yansong brought the lamp, returned to the booth, and continued reading.
Because he was worried that it would not take long to finish reading, Chang Yansong read even more slowly at this time. With a bit of reluctance, he almost read word by word. Not only that, he even read these "Tao poems"
Look over and over.
Ten questions.
A total of twenty Taoist poems.
After reading them slowly one by one, Chang Yansong's heart palpitated.
These Taoist poems are each different, not only in the words, but also in the meanings expressed by the words.
Chang Yansong couldn't say much, but when he read these Taoist poems, some Taoist poems reminded him of his grandfather, and he felt that his grandfather would definitely like this one; some Taoist poems reminded him of several Taoist poems.
Ancestors and fathers.
Reading these Taoist poems, he couldn't help but think of those different elders.
And when he finished reading the twenty Taoist poems, Chang Yansong had an indescribable feeling. It was indescribable, but it was very strong. It was so strong that he, who was only allowed to drink a small bowl of wine during family sacrifices,
At this moment, I want to pick up the big bowl, raise my head, and drink a lot.
Then he smashed the bowl on the table!
Otherwise, it would not be enough to express the excitement in my heart!
Grandfathers, grandparents, fathers, fathers, and fathers are usually relatively tall and mysterious in his eyes, not to mention those grandparents.
But at this time, after reading the twenty "Tao poems", Chang Yansong felt inexplicably that he didn't know whether it was him who had grown up, or become taller, or whether it was the people he looked up to in the past who had a mist-like feeling about them.
things have been removed.
Chang Yansong suddenly felt that something mysterious was no longer mysterious, and the distance suddenly became closer. Some things he couldn't understand, but he seemed to be able to understand.
This is the story.
This storybook...
"Hey..." Chang Yansong briefly looked away from the storybook and let out a long breath.
It was as if he wanted to spit out all the excitement and inexplicable throbbing in his heart.
But at the same time, he seemed to be very peaceful in his heart.
Very strange feeling.
It was like it was raining all around, a heavy rain, splashing, and very noisy, while he was sitting peacefully in a pavilion or a room.
I didn’t read the storybook again immediately.
Chang Yansong sat leisurely, holding a storybook in his hand and leaning slightly on the pavilion pillar.
This is a very irregular sitting posture.
But at this moment, Chang Yansong felt inexplicably that this was a most "upright" gesture. Even in the past twenty years, he had never been so "upright".
Because the whole body, from head to toe, from inside to outside, is so relaxed and comfortable.
There is no incongruity whatsoever.
He just sat like this, his breathing slowing down involuntarily.
Long exhale, long inhale, slight exhale, slight inhale, just like this, the Qi Condensation Technique naturally started to work with his breathing.