Chapter 58: The Eighth Year of Wude (3)

  "Let me tell you, let me tell you, it's a rolling pin. You see, that rolling pin when it wasn't a rolling pin yet, was just a green branch with leaves, right? But after becoming a rolling pin, it went to the husband's home and became yellow and thin too, how about what I said, is it correct?"

  Don't say that this little girl's guess is still somewhat reliable, and she can remember the tools she sees in her daily life. However, "You're wrong, little girl, you made a mistake. The tears haven't fallen into the river yet, how can the rolling pin fall into the river? It should be wiping powder on your face. Let me say it's chopsticks. Think about it, the previous two sentences are correct, so I won't explain. When you pick up the chopsticks, doesn't water drip down from them? Isn't that tears falling onto the forehead?" Suddenly, Niu Zi also got stuck. It seems like there is no river in this bowl, only tears but no river.

  "What's wrong, Niu Zi sister? Why didn't you continue to explain? Is it because I said something wrong? Since there's nothing to worry about, then let's just forget about the last two sentences." It turns out that it was indeed difficult to coordinate with what came after, so Xiao Niang actually ignored those two sentences. This is a rare and precious thing for these children, who really don't understand some of the rules of riddles. Yang Heng didn't teach them either, besides, Yang Heng isn't very familiar with them himself. Looking at things now, it's better to just let it go. At least they haven't reached the point of being pale and thin yet. Since that's the case, then let the kids argue among themselves. This can also broaden their horizons, right?

  Looking at the scene in front of him, Yang Heng sat on the head of the bamboo raft and was stunned. The scenery was really too beautiful. This was also his fault. In his previous life, he had not traveled everywhere, and the only thing he could see was white trash everywhere. Even on TV, there were always images of garbage, and some negative reports that were even more unbearable to watch.

  "Let's row the oars, little boat pushes open the waves, the river surface reflects the beautiful waterwheel, surrounded by green trees and red flowers, the little boat floats gently on the water, a cool breeze blows in front of us, my face basks in the sun...” Yang Heng suddenly became surprised, this was his own voice, usually being an adult, he really wasn't used to still being a child, especially since he hadn't reached puberty yet, this singing voice, was truly beautiful, he had actually entranced himself.

  "Brother Yang, what song are you singing? It sounds so good." For a moment, not only was Yang himself stunned, but the children and adults were also stunned. Usually, they saw this nephew as being serious all the time, even needing him to make decisions on everything, but who knew that he was still just a child after all.

  Then, on the two bamboo rafts, even on the surface of the river, a temporary calm appeared, but was soon broken by Xiaoniang's greeting. "Hmm, Xiaoniang, this is my brother's impromptu song, inspired by the beautiful scenery in front of us, and I'll let us row with both oars, do you think it really sounds good?" Yang Heng shamelessly attributed this famous song from his previous life to himself.

  "Ah, sounds good, really good. But we don't have a small boat, and we also don't have oars, what are oars? Are they these bamboo poles?" The little girl looked at Yang Heng with innocent and curious eyes. "Ah, haha, isn't it that brother imagined this bamboo raft as a small boat? Since we have a small boat, then shouldn't we have oars too?" Yang Heng's old face turned red as he strongly argued.

  "Uh-huh, uh-huh, brother imagined it well. Although the little girl didn't think the surrounding scenery was beautiful, but brother's singing voice is really good. Why don't you teach us to sing?" The little girl still stared at him with her big eyes as usual, but at this moment, in Yang Heng's eyes, the little girl had turned into a little devil, even saying to herself, "Look, Brother Heng, I'm giving you face, and I'll let you teach us to sing." Haha, it was just his imagination, it was just his imagination. Yang Heng shook his head vigorously, shaking away the image of the big-eyed little devil in his mind. In front of him was still the innocent and lovely little sister.

  "Come, children, let me teach you to sing this song. The first line is: Let's row the oars...". The children were delighted to have something new to learn and all became very serious about it. Even the adults on another bamboo raft started humming along softly.

  Yes, the scenery here is really too beautiful, how leisurely and carefree it is. In fact, this is just a psychological effect. Yang Heng has not seen many scenes outside, so he thinks beauty is what should be. The children don't know the meaning of beauty yet. These adults feel relieved because of their experiences over the past year, so they think everything is beautiful. Before long, all the children learned this song.

  Then, a chorus of voices rose from the river. To say that this chorus was what made people feel refreshed, with children's voices inside, and the boys' and girls' voices were so harmonious and beautiful. At this time, Yang Heng took over the task of controlling the bamboo pole without hesitation, and while controlling the speed of the raft, he didn't forget to sing in unison with the children.

  At this time, not only the adults on the raft behind were enchanted, but also the aunts by the shore were also enchanted. When did the aunts come? It turned out that when Yang Heng sang the first verse, he didn't know the penetrating power of his voice, and it actually reached the ears of the aunts.

  "Ah, sisters, what's that? It's the eldest nephew, and what is he doing again? These are singing voices, so nice to listen to. So, the aunts made an appointment to follow the sound of the song together to the riverbank. And my mother, as well as Little Aunt, also followed the sound, bringing Lotus Sister to the riverbank. At this time, Yang Heng was teaching the children to sing."

  When singing sentence by sentence, it's not as beautiful as before. The aunts started chatting, "Sister, you are really lucky to have given birth to such a good son. How did you raise him? He understands so many things." "Haha, just let him be, and he has suffered a lot since childhood, so he is very sensible. Especially his favorite thing is to go to the school of that sour scholar in the city to listen to the sour scholar's lectures. Unfortunately, it was ruined by the iron beating a few years ago."

  "No, your nephew's appearance is very good, it all depends on you, look at your current appearance, how good it is, that's really one in a thousand. Ah, right, when we first met, you weren't so beautiful, what did you look like back then?" This person, the most afraid of getting familiar, once familiar, even if often together, will not remember the appearance of the person they first met.

  But the old lady still remembered her original appearance, and she didn't believe she would look good. "You're just flattering me, aren't you? It's not like I have a mirror." The old lady indeed had no mirrors, it wasn't that the Yang family couldn't afford one, but rather since she discovered her beautiful face was ruined, she had melted all the copper mirrors in the house.

  "Daughter, you are really beautiful! Since I came here, I found that you are very beautiful, and you are getting more and more beautiful. Even in the city, there aren't many young ladies who can compare to your beauty."

  "Lian'er, you're also telling lies now..."

  "Daughter, if you don't believe me, you can go to the riverbank and take a look. The water surface is so calm, it's just right for reflecting your beautiful face."

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