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Chapter 459 Children treat toys as friends, adults treat friends as toys

After Guoguo went to take a bath by herself, Aunt Thirteen sat in the living room, eating ice cream with relish like a little girl.

If the little girl is on the sidelines, she must not watch her mother eat but herself.

But tonight she ate again.

Thirteenth Aunt is the most suitable time to eat.

"How are you thinking?" Thirteenth Aunt asked Yang Fan while eating, "It's about sending letters."

Yang Fan put one leg across Thirteen's legs, and lay down with his head resting on the edge of the sofa: "I'll write a song for you later, and you can handle it yourself."

Aunt Thirteen's eyes lit up: "What genre is it?"

Yang Fan said: "Miscellaneous ancient poems."

Thirteenth Aunt looked forward to the ancient poems even more. It's not that the modern poems are not good, but they are too straightforward and don't taste that much charm.

What people love most are ancient poems, which are very thought-provoking.

In the long history of thousands of years of human beings, countless poets have emerged.

The poets who can be handed down are all extremely good.

If you are not excellent, you will not be able to stand out from the crowd.

Especially in ancient times, because "everything is inferior, only reading is high", many people are really serious about reading.

Unlike now, people are impetuous and go with the flow.

In modern times, reading good books is no longer the only way out for common people.

As a result, ancient poets are masters of language use.

When they create poems, they will consider many language features, coupled with the metrical requirements of the poem itself, so that most of the poems they create are excellent works of language use.

Their poems can give a lot of inspiration to future generations in terms of expressing emotions and developing artistic conception.

Aunt Thirteen did not study literature, but she has the level and foundation to appreciate ancient poetry.

"I heard from Qianqian that it only took you more than an hour to write "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng"?" Thirteenth Aunt asked.

"I'm ashamed, I only wrote more than 700 words in more than an hour." Yang Fan was very ashamed, it was silent writing.

I remember that when he wrote a love letter to his girlfriend online in his previous life, it was more than 2000 words an hour, and he still wrote it first.

Make up your recent experiences, make up your recent thoughts and thoughts.

"People can't write one of them in their lifetime." Aunt Thirteen praised Yang Fan without hesitation: "You are great!"

"Great, great?" Yang Fan asked.

"Great!" Aunt Thirteen repeated, she was stunned for a moment, and threw Yang Fan's leg off her lap: "Be serious."

"Okay." Yang Fan stood up, "I'm going to take a shower."

After he finished taking a shower, Guoguo also finished, and sat in the living room watching TV, smelling delicious.

"Guoguo, instead of telling bedtime stories tonight, how about I teach you a song?" Yang Fan sat down in front of the piano.

Guoguo didn't answer, as if she didn't hear.

After Aunt Thirteen turned off the TV, she replied, "Okay!"

After speaking, he ran to sit with Yang Fan.

As a result, the residents downstairs heard the long-lost singing again.

"Auntie kills the sheep, what are you doing watching the hen? Daddy kills the sheep, cheers for him, shouts and yells, are you done killing? You should be a man, you don't have to touch it, touch it yourself, pervert, pervert ah……"

A little annoying, but also a little willing to listen.

Downstairs residents are very conflicted.

In the past few months, I have heard singing and children's voices upstairs from time to time. Sometimes I am happy, and sometimes I am upset.

Aunt Thirteen sat on the sofa and listened to Yang Fan sitting in the corner in front of the piano teaching her daughter how to sing. The family of three felt really good.

In the future, it must be a family of four, five, or even six.

Winter Melon and Ding Dong are also listening. If they have ears, they are now in a state of pricking up their ears.

Study human beings, observe human beings, and prepare hard to rush out of the earth, the solar system, and even the galaxy.

There is a long life to wait anyway.

As long as their core components are not damaged, the batteries can be replaced at will.

Core components can also be copied, and their data, memory, and intelligence can all be transferred.

"Ding Dang, human beings are so creative. I wouldn't create these things. It's too difficult." Squatting in a corner of the living room, Dong Gua, who was silent, typed and communicated with Ding Dang online.

Aunt Thirteen has a bad temper, Donggua and Dingdang dare not talk nonsense.

Aunt Thirteen usually doesn't call, and they don't take the initiative to speak.

Even after seeing the amazing pictures in the living room last night, they did not express their admiration.

Because they felt that even if they praised them, they would disturb the good deeds of Sister Shisan and Brother Yang Fan, so there must be no good fruit to eat.

In case the thirteenth sister stops charging them, they may soon fall into an eternal sleep.

Watermelon can help them recharge, but watermelon is not here.

"So we have to learn." Dingdang answered Donggua as a matter of course.

"But I heard Elder Twelve said that our components are insignificant compared to the human brain. The human brain is infinite and can carry, learn and create. We can only carry and learn, but we don't have the ability to create for the time being." Winter Gua said.

"Human civilization has developed for thousands of years, how long are we?" Ding Dong said.

"That's right, we've only been a few years." Winter Gua began to feel confident again.

Aunt Thirteen was watching Yang Fan and her daughter teach one to sing, when a message came from the phone.

She picked it up and took a look.

It's grandma's news.

She is asking about writing.

Taking advantage of her colleagues asking for words, she also wanted to see another eternal life appear.

"Xiaofan said later, now he is teaching Guoguo how to sing." Aunt Thirteen replied to grandma.

"How late is it? I'm old, but I can't wait." The old lady sighed.

"Go to bed early, don't wait, and you can't run away." Thirteen replied to the old lady.

"When you get the word, remember to send it to me as soon as possible." The old lady told Aunt Thirteen.

"Understood." Aunt Thirteen was reluctant to chat with grandma.

The old lady knew this too, so she didn't say any more.

She really wanted to see which boss Yang Fan would choose to write the inscription on.

After teaching Guoguo about [-] minutes of singing, Yang Fan asked the little girl to go back to bed.

"Father, it's a bit early." The little girl didn't want to go to bed yet, it was only nine o'clock.

"After sleeping and waking up, you can eat ice cream, don't you want to sleep?" Yang Fan asked.

The little girl's eyes glowed: "Sleep, I'll sleep!"

After speaking, the little girl ran back to the house by herself, climbed into bed and lay down.

You can eat ice cream after sleeping, you must sleep.

Otherwise, it would be a bit tormenting to just sit and wait.

Looking at Guoguo who was sleeping soundly, Yang Fan was very relieved.

What an enviable age.

They treat toys as friends, but adults treat friends as toys.

Aunt Thirteen didn't go back to the house, she sat in the living room and waited for Yang Fan to come out.

"I'll go to the study to write." After coming out, Yang Fan said to Aunt Thirteen.

Thirteenth Aunt hurriedly got up and followed.

"Can I stand aside and watch?" She asked Yang Fan from behind.

"Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" came into existence under the watchful eyes of Liu Qianqian and Liu Yueyue, and Thirteenth Aunt also wanted to witness the appearance of an immortal.

"Yes." Yang Fan did not refuse.

in the study.

There are no four treasures of the study, only a gel pen and a small notebook.

Yang Fan sat down on the chair.

Glancing at Thirteenth Aunt, he began to write at the desk.

(End of this chapter)