Bo Ye's little ancestor has made a sensation in the world again

Chapter 129

The little crow looked forward eagerly.

Who knows.

next second.

Xi Zuer said seriously: "Today he didn't eat breakfast, he was so hungry that his hands shook and he threw away his coat, it's so funny."

The little crow almost lost his eyes and fell to the ground.

Ancestors, boys and children are not hungry, they are hot, and they can't wait to close the door and kiss you, okay!

Well, I'm quite hungry...

Seeing helplessly that the little ancestor didn't know what it was, even if the man kissed him earth-shatteringly, nothing was left in her heart, the little crow couldn't help mourning for the tool man Bao Gucheng for three seconds.

Then it saw that Xi Zuer was turning the pages of the book seriously.

It was a collection of poems borrowed from the library, and it was very helpful for the high-level archaeological poems.

Xi Zuer likes to watch it recently.

While watching, read out loud with great interest:
"A concubine leans into her arms like a pipa, letting you turn around and play with palace merchants..."

"Flowers, paths, and paths have never been swept away by guests, and the Pengmen is now opened for you..."

"The jade hairpin breaks through the begonia red, and when viewed horizontally, it looks like a mountain and a peak..."

"When you wake up, your hands are slender, your hands are thick and thin, your sweat is light and your clothes are permeable..."

"hiss……"

Xi Zuer paused.

"Grandfather, what's the matter?"

"Xiao Jin, this poem is written out of common sense."

"Where is it unreasonable, ancestor?"

"The first sentence, how can a person fold like a lute? The ancestors did not create such a strange function. The second sentence, how can a path that no one cleans open? Doesn’t the flower hurt? The fourth sentence is even more strange. The four characters Lunonghuashou are obviously talking about autumn nights. The weather is very cold. What. Do you understand?"

"It's too difficult, Xiao Jin doesn't understand!"

"Forget it, I'll send a message to Xiao Chenger later to ask."

Little Crow: "..."

It is already powerless to stop the studious little ancestor ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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Qingcheng Hospital.

Xi Fengnan was holding his mobile phone on the hospital bed for a whole day.

Unlike the usual seriousness of watching stocks or news, at this moment, his brows are stretched, and there is even a little smile on his lips, as if he is chatting with someone.

Beside the hospital bed, Gu Qiusha, who had been busy all day, rubbed her sore shoulders, and sat down to peel fruit for him.

Remind him softly: "Yuanshan, the doctor said that watching less electronic products is not conducive to the recovery of the brain..."

Xi Fengnan was unhappy: "Quack doctor! Looking at the phone is to relax, what does he know?"

Gu Qiusha sighed, and handed over the peeled pear.

Xi Fengnan took two bites, was busy replying to the message on the phone, and threw it aside in disgust: "I have no appetite. You eat by yourself."

Gu Qiusha pursed her lips, took the remaining half of the pear, and murmured: "Husband and wife can't share pears."

Divide pears = separate.

The moral is not good.

Xi Fengnan didn't raise his head: "It's really a lot of work! You go to raise money when you have nothing to do, what are you doing here?"

Gu Qiusha choked.

Although it was said that the patient's temper would turn bad, the degree to which Xi Fengnan's temper turned bad was beyond her expectations, and she really couldn't hold on any longer.

"I sold some jewelry, and I have 500 million in the second period. I will think of a way to deal with the 3000 million in the third period."

Xi Fengnan's attitude finally improved: "Well, you should be more prepared. Tomorrow night will be Zhuzhu's special violin concert, and you will be awarded big red envelopes to help people and the media in the music circle. Don't forget these."

Gu Qiusha: "I know."

Perhaps because she was afraid that Gu Qiusha would not pay attention to it, Xi Fengnan emphasized again: "Although something went wrong in the Zhuzhu English competition, she was not selected for admission to the School of Foreign Languages, Imperial University, but her class teacher Fang Yumei said that she is so good at the violin. If you become famous, you will have the opportunity to be recommended to the Conservatory of Music, and you will also be able to enter the Imperial University..."

Dialect... Mei?

Gu Qiusha was taken aback.

(End of this chapter)