Could it be that she can only spend the rest of her life doing black boxing and mercenary missions?
Oh no!
Her ideal...
Her stable life...
Her winter and summer holidays...
Kong Shiyuan buried his expectations and disappointments in his stomach. Dabao also acted as if no one had bad words for him.
The two returned home as usual.
In a month, the peach tree flowers have withered, and the branches are rugged. There are small green peaches hanging on them, which are still more than a month away from maturity.
Dabao was tinkering with the mecha in the hall.
"No. Are you a kindergarten teacher?"
I had a fight with my wife today. I hid in the house without eating at noon. In the evening, when my wife wasn't paying attention, I came to Taolin for a walk.
"I am studying in a nearby kindergarten and plan to enter elementary school in the fall."
"Yes!" Dabao tried his best to behave like an ordinary four-year-old child.
"no."
Mr. Li is the retired dean of the Institute of Classical Literature. He recently had a conflict with his wife over their dietary differences and went out for a walk.
Kong Shiyuan answered fluently without any trace of fabrication.
After entering the gate, there was a wall blocking it.
"How old is Dabao this year?"
"The current preschool exam only tests objective common sense and basic logic, and does not pay attention to children's literary literacy. There is still a long way to go to improve the quality of citizens." Mr. Li looked at Dabao lovingly, and seemed to
Through Dabao, I looked at something melancholy.
Kong Shiyuan asked the cooking robot to bring out a mushroom soup pot, arrange the bowls and chopsticks, put more vegetables and various meats, hairy tripe, yellow throat, boneless claws, shrimp sliders, etc.
The fresh hair, and the butler robot's skillful cleaning, drying, tea appreciation, water filling, tea setting, brewing, and Kong Shiyun's actions of appreciating the color, smelling the aroma, and tasting the tea, made Mr. Li feel a little timid.
Kong Shiyuan received the signal.
"Butler, who is it?"
Seeing that the old man wanted to enter the house, Kong Shiyuan could not refuse, so he also welcomed him in with a smile.
"Is it the fifteenth floor?"
"Are you in kindergarten?"
"I haven't asked you your last name yet?"
While walking, I discovered a peach forest nearby near the green hills.
Kong Shiyuan and the cooking robot arranged to have hot pot in the evening, and asked the housekeeper robot to pick vegetables in the fields.
Kong Shiyuan's eyes flashed, and he opened his mouth and said: "Yesterday I came to the capital to see the scorpion on the wall. When we meet old friends, we can't compare to the eagle. This is a poem written by Han Yu in the Tang Dynasty during the ancient calendar years. The ancients called it Zhaobi."
The old man thought he had seen it somewhere, so he asked directly: "This is it?"
"Hello Uncle Li, I didn't know you were coming. We were having dinner and we didn't entertain you well."
"Hello, old man, what can I do?" Kong Shiyuan opened the door to greet people.
"Dabao himself read The Thousand-Character Classic and The Analects of Confucius at home."
Mr. Li hesitated repeatedly between preparing a visit and immediately visiting. In the end, he felt that being free and carefree was more important.
"This is my son, his nickname is Kong Han and his nickname is Dabao."
Ancient Blue Planet is the planet with the most in-depth study of ancient texts, and as the leader of the Ancient Text Research Institute who has just retired for half a year, he has never heard of this book!
Inner screen wall? Mr. Li was shocked in his heart. He had indeed seen it! It was indeed mentioned in the novels in the ancient calendar years. Because it was not mentioned in the official history, it was not taken seriously.
Mr. Li was surprised. She actually knew Han Yu? She also knew Han Yu's poems?
"It's time to eat. Alas, I haven't eaten either," Mr. Li hinted crazily.
"I wonder what the girl's last name is?"
The housekeeper robot projected the light screen and saw a neatly dressed old man looking at them with a smile.
Old Li, who majored in ancient literature, had a headache. Is this what the pavilion means? Does the water pavilion refer to a housing courtyard?
The word "Kongfu" seems to have little literary talent and is inconspicuous, but it is indeed a truly accurate name.
There are Tingyuxuan, Jianzhang Palace, Taoran Garden, Lingxu Pavilion and Fufengshui Pavilion.
Mr. Li secretly guessed that this child could buy a villa in Lanting Courtyard at such a young age. Well, although it was the cheapest one, it could be inferred that this child's family had some background.
"My surname is Li."
"Hello, grandpa." Dabao stood up in the restaurant and said hello.
"My surname is Kong and my given name is Shiyuan."
Kong Shiyuan and Dabao had already prepared their favorite hot pot ingredients. They were afraid that the children would eat too much spicy food, so they specially prepared the mandarin duck pot.
Suddenly I remembered the knock on the door.
The original purpose of the screen wall was to hinder the little ghosts, because it is said that the little ghosts can only walk in a straight line.
Kong Shiyuan made the inner screen wall just to block the view.
In the living room, Kong Shiyuan asked the butler to make tea.
Because it is called Zhaobi.
"Then I'll be disrespectful." Mr. Li said happily and took the initiative to walk to the restaurant.
There are many courtyards with plaques on the villas, and they all have elegant names.
There is no mention of the husband, and the child takes the mother's surname, which is very likely...
"Hello, hello, I'm from the yard next door. Are you new here? I'm here to visit." The old man said with a smile.
"How about you stay for a meal?"
Mr. Li has been distracted by the food on the table. Nothing he eats recently tastes good, and he has been taking nutrient solution for several days in a row.
Confucius Mansion.
Mr. Li thought of what he had read before, among the surnames, only those with noble surnames could introduce themselves without the word "无贵". Among them was the surname "Kong", which was inherited from Confucius, the "first family in the world".
What attracted Mr. Li even more was the faint smell coming from the courtyard.
In this way, we walked all the way to a villa courtyard.
Oh, yes, I'm here to get some food.
Dabao directed the housekeeper to put away his mecha equipment, and Kong Shiyuan stood up and went out to greet him.
"Where did you know Han Yu's poems?"
""Collection of Han Changli"?"
This child actually pays attention to the works of the ancient calendar years. Mr. Li's heart turned over and over again, and he endured it again and asked: "Why do you call it Zhaobi?"
The villa next door is a mile away.
This walk is amazing. What smells so good?
Looking for the Confucius Mansion in the peach blossom forest has a special flavor.
"Four years old." Dabao said crisply.
Although I had some concerns in my mind and stopped asking further, I must borrow "The Collection of Han Changli" when I leave later.
"Who is Han Changli?"
This is a villa area, and maybe some people have a higher status. She can teach them the knowledge from the ancient times. In the future, when she becomes famous, she can still realize her dream of becoming a teacher without any academic qualifications.
When he first saw it, the flowers in the peach forest were in bloom, and he had become accustomed to coming there for a walk every afternoon.
The people at the Academy of Classical Literature pride themselves on being elegant and pursuing celebrity hobbies, but compared with this girl, they only pale in comparison.
“Awesome!”
"Hello, is this your brother?" Mr. Li asked Kong Shiyuan.
"Han Yu's words."
"The inner screen wall has some Feng Shui effect." Kong Shiyuan said with a smile.
When he saw the plaque, Mr. Li's eyes lit up.
"Are you going to prepare for the pre-school exam? Are you confident?" Mr. Li asked Dabao with a smile.
Is this pot really fragrant?
"What kind of pot is this? What kind of meat is this?