However, it should also be related to the artistic cells flowing in the blood of their father and son. After all, this family is extremely fond of music and calligraphy. Li Yaoguang's pipa makes me intoxicated. According to her, at home, her pipa technique ranks fourth most, first was his father Li Yuan, second was his elder brother Li Jiancheng, third was Li Shimin, and fourth was her.

The fact that this strong girl who is unwilling to admit defeat can say such words is enough to prove that Brother Li’s artistic talent is indeed very strong, perhaps this is also an important reason that affects their willingness to enter the entertainment industry.

But this has something to do with this young master? What’s important is that, under the clever words of this young master, they finally decided to contribute their due strength to art. This scene brought together countless elite dramas and will start performing at Quanjude Hotel tonight...

This historic scene will unfold in front of the eyes of this great time traveler, the world will change as a result, and the construction of spiritual civilization will begin from this...

"Brother, what are you writing?" The girl's pretty face and gossiped eyes appeared in front of me. I was so scared that I shivered and quickly covered the specially made diary with my hands. "Hey, I said, "What do you mean, sister? Don't you know if you don't look at it or listen to it?" I was angry. This girl was so elusive that I was worried about writing a diary.

"Tsk, that's about outsiders. I'm your dear sister. What's the matter? There are any things you wrote in the past that I haven't read, right? Brother Fifth." The girl curled her lips disdainfully, and even pulled the old Wu Wuyi like a follower.

"Yeah, yes. What are you writing about, Fourth Brother? It's so mysterious." Wu Yi, who was originally confusing, gradually became cheerful because he escaped from the oppression of the two shameless brothers. Especially with the girl who was naughty in the mansion all day long, his mother was very angry, which made me, this brother, very troubled.

"I wrote a diary for my brother, a daily reporter, and a record of every day, that is, I record what happened every day. After many years, I can find memories and time from my diary." I took a picture of the diary that had been closed, and I felt very emotional.

Since I started with this era, several months have passed since now. By driving those two bastards out of the Duke of Qi’s Mansion, I finally picked up the habit that had lasted for nearly fifteen years before traveling through time, that is, keeping a diary.

What's more, I am a time traveler. I use my eyes as a time traveler to record the detailed process of all the major events that happened in this historical period. Perhaps in more than a hundred years, my master's diary will become a greater historical masterpiece than "Zuo Zhuan" and even "Records of the Grand Historian".

With such a dream, I naturally took more attention to keeping my diary. However, many of the comments made in the tone of people who have experienced it are really not suitable for people of this era to appreciate. Instead, they should be left to those historians who have encountered time travelers in later generations while vomiting blood while appreciating classic evaluations and discussions of outstanding time travelers from the 21st century.

When I think of those historians who found this master's diary one or two thousand years later, I wonder if these guys will be confused because of this. They are like the Montecatu curse, becoming another mystery in history.

However, I don’t have so much spare time to build a cemetery mechanism. Besides, putting a lot of gold, silver and jewelry into my tomb is completely announcing to the whole world, come on, there are countless gold, silver and treasures in my cemetery.

At least I will know when I will tell you. Besides, how to bury me after all is the business of my younger generation. Well, there is no time to care about Hong Shuitaotian after my death. What I have to care about is the present and the future when I am still alive.

"Then why can't we see it?" Lao Wu Wuyi looked confused and didn't know my thinking pattern.

"Xiao Wu, that's because I recorded what happened yesterday. From now on, it seems to be simply unconventional and worthless. However, for us who have grown old in the future, it is a precious gift." I gently patted Lao Wu's little head and explained patiently.

"In other words, when we are as old as our mother, can we take it out and appreciate it and recall what happened in the past?" Lao Wu cleverly grasped the point. As my brother, I nodded with relief. "That's exactly what it means."

"Brother, I can remember what happened yesterday the day before yesterday, even a long time ago, so why do I need to write it down with a pen?" The girl said with some disdain, expressing a certain contempt for my explanation. She must think that she is a genius who never forgets her. She is one level lower than her like me.

This young master was angry, his body shook, and his eagle looked around. "Is that so? If you have the ability, tell me what happened to you on May 7th, what happened, and what fun is there?"

"Uh...May 7th?" The girl was stunned and blinked her watery eyes, muttering in a low voice. After a long time, she asked me uncertainly: "Brother, which May 7th are you talking about?"

"Okay, since you remember everything that happened a long time ago, you can tell me what happened this year, last year and May 7th of the previous year?" This young master smiled gloomy and saw how this girl could jump around.

"This, I have to think about it, um, that..." The poor girl rolled her eyes for a long time and finally said dejectedly: "Who has the time to remember what happened on a day? No important things will be what will happen?"

"But the question is, in those days, there might be joy and sorrow. Why don't you keep them all and hide them in your diary, wait for you to open them back and enjoy the joy of the past?" I smiled and shook my head, and said earnestly.

"Oh, okay, then I will keep a diary from now on, write down happiness, sadness, and all the things I find interesting. When I get old, let's take a good look at my mood and experience when I was young. This is right?" The girl thought for a long time and nodded.

"I also have to keep a diary." Lao Wu also raised his hand and said. Seeing this little guy like this, I nodded. "Of course, keeping a diary can not only be remembered by your past experiences, but also exercise your calligraphy."

"Well, I must work hard and strive to be able to write calligraphy that everyone is amazed by you like the fourth brother." Lao Wu's eyes emitted a firm light, very good. I am very proud of my brother. As for those two brothers who were ungrateful and betrayed their ancestors and forgot their ancestors, I have no time to take care of them.

"By the way, brother, is the time coming? When will we pass?" The girl looked up at the sky, turned around and asked me.

"What's the hurry? Don't forget, my uncle and aunt are here for a while, and my mother, our family will come to support you." I glared at the girl who always likes to maintain a ladylike demeanor, but now I'm so anxious that she almost jumps up and down, and locked her diary into the box next to her. Since these two guys are there, I don't think about writing the diary, but I can write it again when I come back tonight.

"Let's go, let's go and see how my mother is preparing. By the way, I'll wait for my uncle. Anyway, the show is about to start, so I'll start preparing at the hour of the Youth. Don't worry, it's not too late. It's only two minutes now." I stood up and stretched my waist, leading the two little ones toward the room where my mother was.

After a short while, my uncle and aunt also arrived, and the whole family rushed towards the Quanjude Hotel in Taipei City.
Chapter completed!