Before Song Shi could run up to him, the old man had slowly turned around, but he still kept his left hand behind his back and his right hand pointing to the sky.
Sang Ning: "..."
Was it her imagination? Why did she feel that the old man was coming towards her? When she turned her head, her eyes were immediately locked on her.
Song Shi was also caught off guard and startled, and quickly stopped.
[Holy shit, this is so scary. What is this old man doing? It’s the first time I’ve seen someone’s beard grow so thick that I can’t even see what he looks like except for his eyes and nose.]
[What is he doing? His eyes are as wide as bells. I feel like he is going to sing a big show for us in the next second.]
[It’s really scary that an old man appears in the mountains for no reason. Could this be the mysterious guest invited by the program team?]
[Forget it, although Director Sun is not serious in his actions, he is still a serious person. This old man seems to be in a bad mental state. How could he invite such a person as a guest?]
Everyone looked at the old man in surprise, but the old man still looked straight at Sang Ning.
Sang Ning was left speechless. Uncle, are we familiar with you?
If you know me, why don't you say hello? Why do you look at me with such penetrating eyes?
Sang Ning couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't look at so many people, but only looked at her. She reasonably suspected that this person was an old pervert.
Thinking of this, Sang Ning's face darkened and she was about to curse.
As a result, before she could speak, the old man spoke first, but this time he retracted his right hand and pushed out his right arm with his palm upward and parallel to the ground.
"A dangerous building is a hundred feet high——"
As soon as the old man's deep and emotional voice came out, everyone was stunned and looked at Sang Chuan.
My inner os is: Isn’t this your background poem?
Sang Chuan's eyes lit up, this old man was a bit interesting.
He stood up, and the old man continued to stare at Sang Ning and read the next sentence affectionately: "You can pick the stars with your hands——"
Sang Ning: "..."
This guy is definitely a psychopath.
[Holy shit, I’m confused, what’s happening? Did this old man climb so high just to memorize these two lines of poetry?]
[Is this old man taken over by Sang Chuan? Sang Chuan also memorized this poem just now, and the postures of the two of them reciting poems are really similar!]
Sang Ning, who was stared at, was speechless and still didn't make any response.
Just when the old man was about to continue reading the other two lines of the poem, Sang Chuan's voice suddenly sounded: "If you want to see a thousand miles away—to reach a higher level—"
This time, Sang Chuan's voice was more emotional than when he was reciting poems at the foot of the mountain. As he read, he raised his feet and walked towards the old man.
With little stars twinkling in his eyes, he felt very friendly to the old man at the first sight, as if he had met a close friend.
[Why doesn’t Sang Chuan have a long memory? Even if he memorized it wrong just now, he still dares to memorize it wrong now. Are his skin itchy?]
[It seems that the spliced version of these two poems has been deeply ingrained in Sangchuan’s DNA.]
"Today's lesson recitation will add 10 more." Sang Ning's voice sounded without warmth.
Only then did Sang Chuan wake up.
Damn it, was he just knocked down by this old man? Why did he want to take the next sentence without knowing it?
The old man did not expect that he would be interrupted by a young boy in the middle of reciting the poem, and he was a little dissatisfied.
The posture he had managed to maintain was instantly broken. He held his fists to his mouth and coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment.
He gouged out Sang Chuan, then continued to return to the previous posture and began to read the poem again: "The dangerous building is a hundred feet high - you can pick the stars with your hands -"
Seeing that he could finish the remaining two sentences in no time, Sang Chuan interrupted the old man affectionately and continued as if he was crazy.
"If you want to see a thousand miles away—to reach a higher level—"
"40 articles!" Sang Ning's voice was colder than before, as cold as the voice of artificial AI.
Sang Chuan woke up from a dream again and quickly admitted his mistake: "Sister, I was wrong. My memory has become inertia. I can't help but want to say the next sentence. Give me a bowl of Meng Po soup and let me put this unbearable situation to rest.
The memory is completely erased."
The recitation of poems was interrupted both times. The old man became angry and roared at Sanchuan: "Young man, let's talk about martial ethics. Can you let me finish reciting this poem?"
Everyone: "..."
Everyone thinks that this old man is crazy. If you are suffering from mental illness, it is best not to actively provoke him. What if he gets angry and stabs you to death?
It is not illegal for a mentally ill person to kill someone.
Sang Chuan was afraid that he would not be able to hold on for a while and continue another sentence, so he simply pinched his two lips together with his fingers, making the whole mouth look like a duck's mouth.
The old man was satisfied, and now no one could disturb him.
So he took up his posture again and began to read the poem: "The dangerous building is a hundred feet high..."
[I'm going to be laughed out of my mind when I step on a horse. This must be someone invited by the program team. Where did they invite this funny old man? He and Sang Chuan are just like each other.]
[The old man finished reciting the poem as he wished, but the mental state of the guests was not very good.]
After the old man finished reading the poem, his movements were also very strange. He kept walking forward with small steps and had no intention of stopping.
Sang Ning's eyelids twitched as she saw that Song Shi was right. Is this old man really going to jump off the cliff?
Could the poem he memorized just now be his last words before his death?
If this small peak fell, no one would be killed, but it was still two or three meters above the ground. She visually judged that the old man should be the same age as Grandma Song.
If you really fall off at such a young age, you will be disabled even if you are not dead. Do you want to know about comminuted fractures?
Sang Ning couldn't care anymore. She couldn't just watch the old man fall like this.
So he used Qinggong and ran towards the old man quickly.
During this period, her heart really skipped a beat. This old man really had no intention of stopping.
Looking ahead, there was no trace of fear in his eyes, as if he had predicted in advance that he would not fall in the end.
When one of the old man's feet was already hanging in the air and he was about to fall off the mountain if he took another step forward, Sang Ning finally arrived, flew up to the small mountain peak, and took one of the old man's arms and pulled him back.
"Old man, what are you going to do?"
Sang Ning's voice was filled with anger. The old man could seek death, but could he not do it in front of her?
She is someone who can really stand it and will help her.
After being pulled back to stand still, the old man suddenly fell to his knees, his tear ducts seemed to have burst, and he burst into tears immediately.
Sang Ning:?!
Did she speak too harshly just now and hurt this old man?
Just when she was about to explain something, the old man kowtowed to her.
Sang Ning's heart skipped a beat again. Damn it, she was afraid her life would be shortened this time.