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Chapter 615 That Ancient Poem

Suddenly hearing this question from her daughter, Tang Xue froze for a moment, then stammered and answered with a lisp: "I'm laughing now..." After saying this, Tang Xue Xue suddenly didn't know how to speak, so she paused and remained silent.

But the little person under her didn't end like this. At this moment, she was opening her big dark eyes, looking at her mother without blinking, waiting for her next answer.

Chen Jingye saw that the people around him stopped talking in the middle of their conversation, so he looked at Tang Xue in front of him with a smile and said, "Xiaoxue, why don't you talk anymore?"

Little Muxi in her arms saw that her mother had stopped talking, so she also raised her little head, and asked the mother above: "Mom, what were you laughing at just now? You haven't told Muxi what? not talking anymore."

Tang Xue saw that the two of them kept asking herself again, so she interrupted the two of them: "Okay, okay, don't ask this question anymore, this topic is very boring, let's talk about it on another topic."

"What kind of topic to change?" Chen Jingye asked Tang Xue beside him.

"Let's talk about the topic just now, haven't we finished talking yet! How come we got here so well." Tang Xue said.

Mu Xi looked at her mother with her big bright eyes, not understanding what her mother was talking about.

Tang Xue thought about it for a while, and then said: "The ancient poem you just described is not quite right. Now I think of an ancient poem, which can't be more appropriate to describe the greatness of parents."

After saying this, Tang Xue looked at Chen Jingye beside her and smiled slightly.

Seeing that Tang Xue just clicked, but didn't say it completely, Chen Jingye asked her curiously: "What kind of ancient poem is that?"

Tang Xue looked at Chen Jingye and smiled again, and then said as if I am a teacher and you are a student: "It's that poem, the thread in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes on the wanderer."

"The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wanderer." Chen Jingye repeated the poem again.

"Well, that's it." Tang Xue said firmly to Chen Jingye.

"This poem sounds so familiar to me, but I can't remember it for a while." After Chen Jingye said this sentence, he thought about it in his heart, but he still couldn't remember where he heard it .

"You've been in China for so long, and you can't even remember it," Tang Xue said.

"I remember I heard about it in China, maybe I didn't have a deep impression on it! That's why I couldn't remember it for a while." Chen Jingye thought for a while in his heart, and if he couldn't remember it, he just didn't think about it. .

"may be!"

"Although I can't remember it now, I still have a little impression in my heart." Chen Jingye said.

"If we can't remember it, then let's not think about it. It's not a big deal anyway." Tang Xue looked at Chen Jingye beside her and said with a smile.

"Xiaoxue, you know quite a lot. Why didn't I think of this sentence just now." Chen Jingye looked at Tang Xue and said sincerely.

"Of course, I'm a Ph.D. now, so I know a lot more. Besides, I'm often with you knowledgeable people. It's hard not to know much."

(End of this chapter)