Four girls, Zhang Leyi, Meng Xiaodong, Wan Rong and Liao Yaquan, gathered to play mahjong after dinner. The amount they played was not large, with a base of 1 dime, and the winning or losing amount was at most a dozen yuan.
"Oh," Liao Yaquan slapped his head, "How could I play this card!"
Zhang Leyi smiled and said, "Why do you keep playing the wrong cards lately?"
Liao Yaquan said: "I don't know either. It may be due to pregnancy. Anyway, my memory is getting worse and worse, and I can't concentrate when thinking about problems."
Wanrong said in surprise: "I am also pregnant, why am I not in this situation like you?"
"Who knows," Liao Yaquan said gloomily, "when I give birth to the child, I will almost become a fool."
The fact that pregnancy lowers IQ varies from person to person and is an endocrine problem. Liao Yaquan is obviously the kind of person who is particularly affected.
While the four women were playing cards, Vivien Leigh was sitting on the sofa not far away, learning Chinese with Cui Huifu.
The fastest way to learn a language is not to memorize grammar and words, but to listen more, speak more and practice more in life. Throw a person into a completely unfamiliar language environment and live for three months at most, and he will basically be able to learn it.
Be proficient in daily language.
Cui Huifu picked up an apple and put it to her mouth: "Eat, eat, eat!"
Vivien Leigh lamely learned to pronounce: "Red!"
"It means eating, not red, and the syllables must be standard," Cui Huifu corrected, "recite it with me again, eat!"
Vivien Leigh said with difficulty: "Hold!"
"eat!"
"Late!"
"It's eating, keep your voice flat!"
"red!"
"eat!"
"eat!"
"Hey, that's right!"
Vivien Leigh wiped the sweat from her forehead: "Chinese is really difficult to learn. When I learned French, Italian and Spanish, it was much easier than this."
Cui Huifu encouraged: "Let's continue. Apple, apple, apple."
"Fart fruit." Vivien Leigh said.
Cui Huifu corrected: "It's Ping, Apple."
"Pinguo."
"Hey, yes, it's very close, Apple."
"Jinguo!"
"Oh, Apple... fruit!"
"Jinguo!"
This time it was Cui Huifu's turn to wipe her sweat, complaining in her heart that the foreign devil's tongue could not be straightened. She said helplessly: "Let's do this for now, and continue to practice later. Let's say it together, eat apples!"
Vivien Leigh said: "Naked buttocks!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Cui Huifu laughed so happily: "My butt is naked, and my body is naked. Come again, come again, eat an apple! Fruit, fruit, not butt."
"Keep the betrothal fruit." Vivien Leigh quickly repeated.
On the sofa on the other side, Lingjun and Wei Lie were lying around Zhou Hexuan. Xiao Lingjun said: "Aunt Vivian is so stupid, she can't even speak about apples."
Zhou Hexuan said: "Auntie is not stupid. Auntie is a foreigner, and the pronunciation of Western languages is different from ours, so when they speak flat pronunciation, it is always not standard."
"Oh, that's it." Xiao Lingjun didn't know what Pingyin was at all, but he looked like an adult and had a sudden realization.
Little Willie didn't care what was going on around him. He kept counting with the wooden counters he made. From time to time he put down the counters and counted his fingers and toes, as if that was the most interesting thing in the world.
But Xiao Lingjun couldn't sit still. He pulled Zhou Hexuan's clothes and said, "Dad, dad, tell me a story."
Zhou Hexuan said: "Okay, I will tell a story about "Snow White"."
Xiao Lingjun immediately shook his head: "No, no, I've heard "Snow White" before, and I want to hear a new story."
"Then let's tell the story of "Little Red Riding Hood"." Zhou Hexuan said.
"I've heard of "Little Red Riding Hood" too," Xiao Lingjun pouted.
"Grimm's Fairy Tales" has been published for more than 100 years, and its global sales volume is second only to "The Bible". It is normal for children in the Republic of China to hear it.
Zhou Hexuan rattled off the names of several stories, and Xiao Ling all said that he had heard them before. He thought for a moment and said, "Then let me tell you stories from my own personal experience, okay?"
"Okay, okay! Dad, tell me quickly." Xiao Lingjun clapped her hands repeatedly.
Zhou Hexuan said: "When my father was young, he flew a plane to the Sahara Desert..."
Xiao Lingjun immediately interrupted: "Dad, what is the Sahara Desert?"
Zhou Hexuan explained: "The desert is full of sand, just like the sea is full of water. There are no flowers, grass, trees, water, or food in the desert. There is sand all around. Do you understand?"
"I understand," Xiao Lingjun nodded and said exaggeratedly, "The desert is so scary, there's not even anything to eat."
Zhou Hexuan continued to tell the story: "There was something wrong with the plane my father flew, and it landed in the desert. That night, a voice suddenly came and said to me: Can you please draw me a sheep?"
Xiao Lingjun interrupted again: "Dad, I can draw sheep."
Zhou Hexuan had a huge headache. His son was silent all day long, but his daughter was a complete talker and couldn't even tell her a story fluently. Zhou Hexuan could only praise: "Lingjun is really good, he can draw sheep. Let's continue listening to the story.
OK?"
"Okay." Xiao Lingjun nodded and said.
Zhou Hexuan said: "When my father heard this sound, he stood up in fright. He looked carefully and saw a very strange little guy standing in the desert. Why do you say it is strange, because the little guy is only as big as my father's knees?"
high."
Xiao Lingjun suddenly said: "Dad, I am taller than him!"
Zhou Hexuan sweated furiously: "Lingjun, please don't interrupt, please just listen to the story."
"Okay." Xiao Lingjun blinked his big watery eyes.
Zhou Hexuan continued to tell the story: "Dad asked him at that time: What are you doing here? He repeated calmly: Please... draw me a sheep. Dad said: I can't draw. He is still like that
Bottom line: It doesn’t matter, just draw me a sheep.”
Xiao Lingjun said again: "Dad, I can draw sheep, why doesn't he come to me?"
Zhou Hexuan was going crazy. He couldn't tell a story smoothly when he met a talkative child. Zhou Hexuan could only ignore his daughter's words and continued: "So, Dad drew a sheep for him... The little prince pointed at mine.
The airplane said: What is this? I said: This is not a toy, it can fly, it is a plane. The little prince asked in surprise: Why, did you fall from the sky? I said: Yes. The little prince laughed.
:So, you are also from the sky. Which planet are you from?"
"Dad, what is a planet?" Xiao Lingjun asked.
Zhou Hexuan said: "The stars in the sky are planets."
Xiao Lingjun's eyes lit up: "Does the little prince live on the stars?"
"Yes, the little prince lives on the stars, and he is an alien. Don't interrupt, just listen to daddy's story." Zhou Hexuan said while holding back his patience.
"Okay, okay." Xiao Lingjun continued to blink.
"The Little Prince" is a very powerful fairy tale. Children will be fascinated by the bizarre experiences and all kinds of strange and weird things. On average, every time Zhou Hexuan talks for half a minute, little Lingjun is amazed and envious of the little prince.
Friendship with the little fox.
Well, in fact, this book is an adult fable, written specifically for adults. The deep things in it can only be understood by adults.
"If you keep going forward, you won't get very far."
"The time you spend on your roses makes your roses so important."
"Only children know what they are looking for."
"I'm too young, I don't even know how to love her."
"..."
There were so many golden sentences in this book that Xiao Ling ignored them completely. After listening to the story, she had only two ideas: one was to raise a little fox, and the other was to plant roses with her own hands.
As soon as Meng Xiaodong finished playing mahjong, Xiao Lingjun rushed over and acted coquettishly: "Mom, mom, I want to raise a little fox!"
"What?" Meng Xiaodong was confused.
Xiao Lingjun cried and said, "I want to raise a little fox!"
Meng Xiaodong said with a headache: "Is it good to raise little rabbits?"
"No, no, I'm going to raise a little fox!" Xiao Lingjun started to act mean.
After counting his toes, little Wei Lie looked up at his sister, suddenly dragged his father's hand over and counted his fingers in a serious manner.
There was already crying and fighting over raising foxes. Meng Xiaodong asked Zhou Hexuan depressedly: "Brother Xuan, what nonsense stories are you telling your daughter? Where can I find foxes for her?"
Zhou Hexuan laughed loudly, picked up his daughter and said, "Lingjun, shall we plant roses first?"
Xiao Lingjun thought for a while: "Okay, can the roses we planted talk?"
"It should be...ok." Zhou Hexuan said confusedly.
Xiao Lingjun clapped her hands happily: "Dad, Dad, take me to plant roses. I want to talk to roses every day!"
Zhang Leyi gloated: "Let's see what you do in the future. Talking roses are hard to find."
Zhou Hexuan shrugged helplessly. No matter what, the book "The Little Prince" can be written first. Historically, the global sales of this book exceeded 500 million copies, easily beating "The Grimm's Fairy Tales". If "Selected by Mao Zedong" is not included,