Interstellar baby care letter

Chapter 265 The Child Is Crying (Part [-])
"Yes."

The voice was soft, but it was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's hearts hard.

Not much to say, just this one word, the value of the ancient books in front of you is no longer measurable by money.

Before the cultural live broadcast started, no one knew Huaxia.

After the cultural live broadcast started, no one knew the dynasty.

China is unfamiliar, and so are the histories of all dynasties and dynasties in China, but their yearning for the history of these dynasties is true.

However, limited by the actual conditions, they can only piece together some fragmentary historical content of the dynasty through some ancient documents, or from the live broadcast content of Nanshu.

In other words, the current interstellar understanding of Chinese history is extremely fragmented.

But now Nanshu actually said that this ancient book recorded the change of dynasties in the past 6000 years?

If the record is true, this will mean that the missing blanks in the history will be filled in again.

Everyone was stunned and speechless, the entire main hall seemed to be casted by someone, no one made a sound, and there was a subtle shock in the air.

It is like the fresh and clear quiet after the new rain in the empty mountain, and it is also like the dumbness of being hit hard under heavy pressure, with a deep sense of oppression.

Qin Ye was the first to react, his eyes burning brightly: "Is there any record of China's 6000-year history?"

Nan Shu nodded, understood their shock, and explained: "Yes, the 6000-year history has been recorded, but it is very rough, but fortunately, the records of dynasties are clear and complete. After reading it, I dare not say anything else, but I can definitely understand it. I have a basic understanding of Chinese history, so I won't be as confused as before."

The clear and clear voice echoed in the main hall, one after another, it seemed that the echo could still be heard.

Hearing these words, everyone's heart once again set off a storm.

It really is!
With their eyes wide open, these people looked at Nan Shu with lunatic eyes.

Such a precious ancient book is actually given as a gift?
What was more shocking than Nanshu was Qin Qingbai's actions.

"Miss Nanshu, I can't accept this ancient book."

Qin Qingbai looked serious, the smile on his face receded, and he looked at Nan Shu very seriously.

This ancient book is very important to him, but he can borrow it, but he cannot accept it.

Qin Ye pursed his lips, his smooth jaw line showed the sharpness of the master, "Let's take this ancient book back."

He knew that Nanshu's gift was not low, but it was really beyond his expectation to give away this ancient book.

An Yuanhe looked at it, shook his head, and said in a relaxed tone with a smile, "It's okay to lend this ancient book to the Hanxie, but if it's just a gift, you should take it back, Nanshu."

"Since it's a birthday gift, how can there be any reason to take it back?"

Nan Shu stared at Qin Qingbai, and the faint smile on her lips softened Han Cui's distant mountain-like brows and eyes: "I know that ancient books are precious, but I have memorized the contents of this ancient book for a long time. With Grandpa Qin."

Nan Shu's words were like clouds soaked in water, soft and casual in the moistness.

However, An Yuanhe, Qin Ye, Ross Doyle, and everyone else fell into an indescribable silence.

Everyone present, let's put it more seriously, whose family background is not higher than Nanshu's?
Whose family doesn't have some heritage collections?

But when they asked themselves, they couldn't say Nan Shu's easy and freehand words: "In that case, I'll give it to Grandpa Qin."

Qin Qingbai was also taken aback when he heard the words, and shook his head with emotion, not knowing what to say.

Nan Shu laughed again: "So, Grandpa Qin might as well just accept it. In your hands, it is equivalent to being in the hands of the Hanxie. The cultural blank that StarCraft lacks should be filled in."

Qin Qingbo paused, his old and thin hands let go of his beard, his throat tightened, and his old eyes showed emotion: "So that's how it is."

It is said that Qin Qingbai has a benevolent heart, has a responsible heart, and is devoted to culture, so he is a great contemporary Confucianist. But in his opinion, why does Nan Shu not have a benevolent heart?
He admired him for being able to hand over ancient books so calmly for the sake of a cultural gap.

"Cough cough."

Someone in the group of guests couldn't help coughing lightly.

At first, I didn't think so, but with Nan Shu's comparison, their families with ancient cultural books in their hands are shameless.

Qin Qingbai glanced at the group of guests, looked away, and looked at Nan Shu again, "Then I will accept it."

"it is good."

After turning off the brain, Nan Shu took out a box from the brain.

Made of rosewood, with fine carvings, the box is supported by slender white fingers, and the box reflects light red light.

The sights gathered from all directions are concentrated on this small box, amazing, surprised, expecting, complicated...

This box contains ancient cultural books.

Nan Shu held the box steadily, and handed the box to Qin Qingbai, "Grandpa Qin, please accept it."

The old hand stretched out, took over the other end of the box, and put the box into the star pavilion.

An Yuan and Bai Pang's faces were all laughing together, it's good to accept it, as long as you accept it, you can study with Lao Qin together.

Putting away Nanshu's birthday gifts, the rest of the guests presented their own birthday gifts one by one, all of which were extremely exquisite and valuable.

It's just that, with Nan Shu's two jewels in front of them, these birthday gifts seem much more ordinary and less warm.

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By the time the giving of birthday presents was over, most of the birthday banquet had passed.

Nan Shu squeezed her slightly cold hands, avoided the other people who kept coming up, patrolled for a week, and walked towards the Jinlou Gate, her slender figure swaying gracefully, slowly retreating into the darkness.

The manor is mainly in the old Western style, romantic and simple. Nan Shu walked to the shadow of the corridor and said to someone: "Excuse me, do you know where Nan Jue has gone?"

"Nan Jue? Are you talking about a handsome kid in a suit?"

"Correct."

"Oh, okay, wait a moment, let me ask."

Just as he was talking, the servant turned on the smart brain device in his hand, and was about to contact other people, when he heard a sound behind the flowers and trees in the distance.

Nanshu Cuiyu frowned, and when she listened intently, she heard the small cry of a child, very soft at first, and then suddenly louder, as if crying at the top of her throat.

Without waiting to think about it, Nan Shu immediately turned around, went down the steps, walked through a flat gravel road, bypassed the sparse flowers and trees, and came behind the tree.

Behind Nan Shu, the servant panicked slightly, winked at his companion, and walked towards the sound of crying.

The flowers and trees are about as tall as an adult man, and the lights from a distance cast their light on the flat ground sparsely, dark and quiet.

In the dim light, Nan Shu saw three children.

The child in the front is the smallest, with a short stature, with cheeks that are shiny and baby fat, pink mouth pursed, and cheeks bulging, it is obviously Nan Jue.

Feeling a shadow cast in front of him, Nan Jue turned his head sideways, the streamer of the silver-gray long dress flashed across his eyes, he raised his head, and a smile instantly appeared on his bulging face: "Mom."

Nan Shu squatted halfway, her skirt drooping, she embraced Nan Jue, looked at him carefully several times, and after confirming that nothing happened to him, she bent her eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

The crying sound was still echoing in her ears, Nan Shu turned her eyes to look at the crying child.

The little boy, about six years old, was a full head taller than Nan Jue, his clean and fair face was wrinkled together, his face was covered with tears, and his face was flushed from crying. On the arm of an older boy next to him, with his head half down, the two cuddled tightly, looking miserable.

In contrast, the smile on Nan Jue's face was indeed too bright.

The loud howls attracted many people, but within a minute, Nan Shu felt chaotic footsteps coming from behind.

"Hey baby, what's the matter?" The crooked female voice raised her voice, feeling very distressed. Then, a gust of fragrant wind blew past Nan Shu, and a figure pounced on her, with her arms outstretched, trying to Hold the crying child.

"Ah, woo--"

The boy seemed to be frightened by her actions, his whole body trembled, and he threw himself on the boy beside him, and the crying sound suddenly became louder, especially noisy in the silent night.

The figure stopped halfway, looked at the crying child, and the delicate female voice said: "What's the matter, baby, it's mom."

After calling several times in a row, the crying child gradually stopped.

The woman in front of her was petite, and she wore a crimson-colored fragrant dress close to her body. The skirt was slightly longer, reaching to her calf, and it was irregularly shaped.

Heidi took the child into her arms, took out a square pink handkerchief, and wiped the tears on the child's face.

The chaotic footsteps stopped behind Nan Shu, and a shadow fell, Nan Shu pulled Nan Jue to stand up.

"What happened, are you hurt?"

Lu Zhengguo walked quickly in front of the two of them, looking at Nan Jue worriedly, and carefully sized him up.

"Grandpa Lu, I'm fine."

Nan Jue raised her head, her big bright eyes gleaming.

Lu Zhengguo breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

He heard crying loud and clear from a distance, he was so frightened that he panicked, and came to have a look, luckily it wasn't Nan Jue.

Luo Si, Qin Qingbai and others who came after Lu Zhengguo also breathed a sigh of relief, letting go of their hanging hearts.

Just now in the main hall, they were chatting when they heard crying, and then the servant came to report and rushed over immediately.

Lu Zhengguo's reaction was more violent than theirs. He was talking to someone at the time, so he turned around and strode out in a hurry without saying a word.

Thinking about it, the doubts in the hearts of several people rose again.

Lu Zhengguo spent half his life as a soldier, and the enemy is calm and calm at the moment, so he is too nervous and concerned about Nan Shu and Nan Jue now.

Doubtful thoughts remained in my heart, and people came over one after another behind me, looked at the scene in front of me, and frowned, "What's the matter, why is this child crying?"

"I don't know. Didn't these three children come out to play at first?"

"Could it be that there was some dispute and quarrel?"

Philip stood aside and ordered, "Turn on the light."

Lights were lit on both sides of the sparse flowers and trees, and the back of the dark flowers and trees suddenly brightened.

"Heidi, what's wrong with Josie?"

A tall man with short curly blond hair and deep features stepped out of the crowd.

Heidi hugged Josie, her light blue pupils reflected her husband's figure: "Honey, I don't know either."

The man, Dylan, continued to ask, "Is Josie hurt?"

Josie was the kid who was crying.

"No."

Nodding, Dylan turned to the older child: "Jem, why is my brother crying?"

Jem was his eldest son, a few years older than Josie.

Jem raised his head, and many people gathered around him, which made the fear in his heart dissipate a lot.

"Daddy."

Dylan laughed and raised his soft voice slightly: "Huh? Little Jem, what happened?"

Jem bit his lip, not knowing how to explain.

"I know!"

The clear and clear child's voice suddenly sounded, and then, a little doll with a tiger's head and a tiger's brain sprang out.

The doll was small and chubby, and jumped directly to Dylan's side, grinning, showing two small canine teeth, "I know why Brother Josie is crying."

"Why?" It was Heidi who spoke, her face condensed.

Nan Shu held Nan Jue by the hand, her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her eyelids, waiting for the child's next words.

The child with a thick head and a thick head was called Duan Hao, his big eyes scanned the crowd, and he stretched out his chubby little hand, pointing to Nan Jue.

Nan Shu frowned.

Duan Hao opened his mouth, showing his little tiger teeth, and said childishly, "It's him."

(End of this chapter)