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Chapter 591: The King of Poetry
night.

Padraic Farm.

Before going to bed, Wei pestered Peter and wanted to hear Peter tell her a bedtime story.

Although she behaves like a big sister in front of Mark, Maddie and others, as soon as she meets Peter, Wei automatically turns into a little cotton-padded jacket.

"Okay, what story do you want to hear?"

Peter sat down, stroked Explosive's newly cut blue hair, and asked the two.

"Dad, my Chinese has improved a lot recently."

Baobao said to him happily without waiting for Wei to speak.

Starting from the wonderful association between “我靠” and “work out”, Baobao began to be interested in Chinese.

In her spare time, apart from visiting Tony Stark's company and hiding in her own small room to study gun manufacturing, what she was most interested in was pestering Peter to learn Chinese.

"is it?"

Peter looked at Boom with curiosity, "How did you improve?"

“I learned a poem today.”

Without waiting for Peter to ask, Baobao took the initiative to recite in not very standard Mandarin: "The brocade harp has fifty strings, each string and pillar reminds me of my youth.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of a butterfly, and Wang Dichun cares for the cuckoo.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea, and the blue sky is warm and the jade smokes.

Can this feeling be recalled? But it was already gone at that time. "

Peter: "."

He looked at Baobao with some surprise.

Although there were some problems with pronunciation, the fact that he could recite it completely was enough to surprise him.

Could it be that among his children there is someone who can inherit his "Todai" culture?

"Where did you learn this poem? Explosion."

Peter asked his daughter in surprise.

"In the book, Persephone gave me a book of 'Eastern University' poems, stories and legends."

Baobao looked at Peter with an expression that seemed like he was about to praise me, "Dad, did I read it correctly?"

"It's very standard. You are almost catching up with your father's Chinese level."

Wei, who was confused, asked Peter, "Dad, is this a poem from 'Dongda'? The country similar to Ionia?"

“Yes, classical poetry is a romantic lyrical form at Dongda, similar to Shakespeare’s sonnets.”

Peter briefly explained it to Wei.

"Dad, do you like me reading poetry?"

Boom Boom blinked, and asked with anticipation in his sky-blue eyes: "If you like, Dad, I will learn a song and read it to you every day."

Peter was touched by Baobao's caring words and kissed his daughter on the forehead.

"Of course, Dad loves to read poetry."

It turns out that a daughter is a father’s sweet little cotton-padded jacket.

It is the first time for me to have the privilege of reading poetry to myself every day.

"But, Boom, do you know what this poem means?"

Peter asked Boom Boom.

"No, I don't, Dad."

Bakugo shook his head and said in frustration, "I'm a little confused just by the pronunciation. The meaning of each word changes completely when the tone changes. The characters for 'Todai' are too complicated."

Peter nodded and explained the meaning of the poem to Boom and Vi.

".Zhuangzi dreamed of turning into a butterfly in the morning, and King Wang placed his spring love on the cuckoo. Two allusions are used here. Zhuangzi once dreamed that he turned into a butterfly, but when he woke up, he found that he was still Zhuangzi. Then, he wondered, was it me who turned into a butterfly in my dream? Or did the butterfly turn into Zhuangzi in its dream? Is the butterfly real? Or is Zhuangzi real?"

"Another allusion is related to Wangdi, the ancient king of Shu. Wangdi died of guilt. The heavy mental burden made him turn into a cuckoo after his death. Every spring, the cuckoo would cry in pain until it cried blood."

Baobao listened to Peter's story attentively. After a while, he looked up and asked, "Dad, you are the god of sleep. So, tell me, was it Zhuangzi who dreamed of the butterfly, or was it the butterfly who dreamed of Zhuangzi?"

"My father doesn't know about this either, and neither does Zhuangzi. Sometimes, we may not be able to distinguish between the virtual world and real life, but we can feel ourselves very clearly, whether Zhuangzi is the butterfly in the dream or Zhuangzi after waking up."

"So, Dad believes that no matter whether we are in a dream or in reality, being ourselves and grasping the present moment can prove that we are living in the real world."

Peter reached out and touched her hair, and said slowly, "Knowing what you are pursuing, knowing your value, and knowing what you want to do is the meaning of our existence. Don't you think so?"

"I understand, Dad."

Boom Boom imitated Peter and sighed, "Even if the world we live in is a dream, but you, Wei, and Raven, Dad, are all real. That's enough."

She raised her eyes and said to Peter, "Dad, you said the author of this poem is Shangyin Li. I think he must be in pain too?"

"Hmm, why do you think so, Boom?"

"Because when I read the poem, I can feel his nostalgia for the past. Dad, you said that the past is over, but it seems that he can't let it go. Just like Hilco, he has things in the past that he can't forget. He has been trapped in the past and keeps repeating painful memories."

Baobao said with a somewhat depressed mood.

Peter was slightly surprised when he heard his daughter's words. Could it be that his daughter was not only a genius in firearms and blasting, but also a literary girl?
He thought for a moment and said to his daughter, "Yes, the past is the past. No matter how we cherish the memory, we cannot change the established facts."

“Life is like a machine that never stops. It will not stop because of our nostalgia. As long as the gears are still turning, we have to keep moving forward.”

After kissing Baobao's forehead, Peter stood up and kissed Wei as well, then said to the two of them, "It's getting late, go to bed early."

"Good night, Dad."

The next day.

Smallwell High School.

"What do you think, Clark?"

Lana, wearing her bachelor's gown, came up and asked Clark.

"Very beautiful, Lana."

"is it?"

Lana smiled and looked at teacher Martha McConaughey on the other side of the corridor and said, "Is she as pretty as teacher Martha?"

"Sorry, I was kidding."

Realizing that what she said was a bit strange, Lana quickly changed the subject, coughed, and said to Clark: "The four-year high school career is over. To be honest, I'm a little reluctant. Which university are you going to, Clark?"

"I'm still thinking about it."

Clark finally held back from saying it to Lana, "What about you? Lana."

Lana said somewhat confusedly, "Well I don't even know if I will go to college."

"Really? Didn't you say when you were a kid that you always wanted to leave here?"

Facing Clark's question, Lana shook her head, "I don't know. Just now, I suddenly realized that I felt that I did it because someone wanted me to do it. If I want to go to college, I need some better reasons. The fact is, here, Smallwell, there are some people who are very important to me."

Clark looked at Lana's slightly sad face and wanted to ask if he was the important person to her.

But when he thought that if the name Lana mentioned was not his own but the Godfather, he would be in complete tragedy.

So he wisely skipped the topic.

"Wendell Johnson!"

Teacher Martha, who was in charge of distributing the bachelor's uniforms for the photo shoot, read out the names of those who were absent.

"Are students like Chloe Sullivan, Holly Timms, and Delia Walken not here?"

Clarke had a puzzled look on his face when he heard Chloe's name was absent, "In previous events like this, Chloe would definitely be the first one in line."

He realized something was wrong, so he and Lana went to Chloe's editor's office.

The two of them looked around at the furnishings in the room.

Clark shook his head and said, "Chloe wouldn't just leave like that without saying a word."

Lana walked over to the desk and picked up the cup of coffee on it, nodding and saying, "I agree, and there's no way Chloe would pull an all-nighter and not finish the coffee on the desk."

Clark took out his cell phone and called Chloe, but the call was not connected.

"Chloe might be in trouble."

After returning to the farm in the afternoon, Clark talked to Azu about Chloe.

Clark put a graduation brochure on the table, pointed at a girl with a hot body in the brochure, and said to Zu: "This girl is the one who is most likely to become the cheerleader of the Sharks. She, Chloe, Wendell, and Hurley are all missing. They didn't come to pick up their graduation gowns today."

Zu shrugged and said, "Maybe they're not interested in graduation gowns."

"I don't know, but I have a feeling that something must have happened. Chloe is not the type to disappear without saying hello."

Besides Clarke and Zu, the only people left on the farm were Persephone, Boom, and Wei.

Peter went to the Hogwarts world to discuss Harry Potter's illegal use of magic with the Ministry of Magic.

Baobao and Wei were just about to go downstairs when they heard the conversation between Clark and the others.

After a while, Baobao rolled his eyes and said to Wei, "I think we should find Chloe, Wei Olai."

"No, we don't know anything. Of course we should tell Dad about this and let him decide."

Everything is centered on Peter's will.

"But didn't Clark say Chloe's disappearance was strange? Maybe we can help."

Baobao said without giving up.

"I won't agree to it anyway."

In Wei's heart, Baobao has always been her weak sister who needs her protection.

at the same time.

At Smallwell High School, Lana opened the door and got into the car.

After being stunned for a while, she was ready to turn the key and start the car back to the stable.

Unexpectedly, before the car started, a black shadow pounced towards it.

(End of this chapter)