After being adopted by five nonhumans

Waking up again is already a new year. According to the rules, dumplings should be eaten on the first day of the new year.

Everyone made dumplings together and had a lively meal.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Dong Fat took Rong Xiao and Xiao Guyu to Lao Wang's house to pay New Year's greetings. Lao Wang happily took out the melon seeds and preserved fruits he had bought before, and was very eager.

This was the first time in many years that someone came to his house to pay New Year's greetings. Lao Wang was very happy. A few days ago, he specially learned a few simple dishes with Dong Pang and fried them for everyone.

Although it was far less delicious than Dong Pang's dishes, it could be considered that Old Wang had performed exceptionally well, and the two ghosts and one cub ate it with dignity.

From now on, there will be no special activities, and Xiaoguyu’s family will start to eat the New Year’s stock, dozens of catties of bacon, Dong Pang will cut some and steam it on the rice every day, and fry fresh seasonal vegetables to solve the problem A meal.

Xiaoguyu lived a life of eating meat every day, until the seventh day of the lunar new year, and when it came time to resume work, this year was considered to be over.

Rong Xiao started to rush to weave small things like hats and scarves again. She thought that in spring, these things would not be easy to sell, and she would have to find another job at that time.

Dong Pang found a new construction site to work, but the new construction site was a bit far away, so he had to walk to the town every day, and then went there in a van with his fellow workers.

Dong Pang had never been in a car before, and it was very novel when he sat in the car for the first time, but when he got in the car and found that there was no place for a separate car, it was not so novel, so he had to curl up in a corner , for fear of bumping into other workers and making them feel negative.

On this day, Dong Pang went out to move bricks, while Rong Xiao wanted to sell the goods.

She thought it would be troublesome to go to the town, so she didn't bring Xiao Guyu this time, and asked him to stay at Lao Wang's house all morning.

Rong Xiao and Xiao Guyu walked on the path of the deserted village, and when they reached a place only tens of meters away from the old Wang's house, Xiao Guyu waved to Rong Xiao: "Mom, I'll go there by myself, you go early and come back early."

Rong Xiao knew that the deserted village had never been populated, and it was impossible for such a short distance to cause anything to happen: "Okay, Mommy is leaving first."

Xiaoguyu watched her mother walk up the winding mountain road, and then went to Uncle Wang's house after seeing her mother was completely covered by slanting branches.

On weekdays, Pharaoh was at home in the morning, but today the door was closed and the door was still locked.

Xiao Guyu guessed that Lao Wang might have gone out, and tentatively called a few times: "Uncle Wang, are you at home? Mom asked me to come and play with you..."

I yelled several times, but I didn't hear any movement in the house.

Lao Wang was indeed not at home, so Xiao Guyu went home by himself, sat on the threshold and waited for Rong Xiao to come back.

Supporting her fleshy cheeks with her short hands, Xiao Guyu stared at the chickens walking back and forth in the yard in a daze for a while.

After sitting like this for a while, I inevitably felt a little bored, so I ran into the room and took a picture book and put it on my lap to read.

Under Rong Xiao's teaching, Xiaoguyu learned a few characters with relatively simple strokes, such as one, two, three, four, five, and big and small.

But reading this picture book with text is still a bit strenuous, so I can only guess.

When seeing one of these places, Xiaogu Yu really couldn't figure out what it meant, her white and tender face wrinkled into a ball, thinking hard.

Because he was too involved, he didn't notice that there was a boy not far away staring at him at all.

It was a handsome young man in a red robe with all his hair tied up. He was about sixteen or seventeen years old. His eyes were as black as ink, his skin was fair, and he had an obvious bookishness.

The young man seldom wandered around, but came here by chance today and saw a little boy sitting on the threshold reading a book, so he stayed there and watched for a while.

The boy is also a book lover. Seeing the child holding the book seriously and turning the pages carefully and slowly, he knew that the child loved books as much as himself, so he couldn't help but read a few more times.

It was precisely because of these extra glances that he found that Yuxue's cute child seemed to see a problem, and looked at the same place for a long time with a wrinkled little face.

When the boy himself was at the age of a child, he had memorized four to five hundred ancient poems by heart, and he had not encountered any difficulties in reading, so it was somewhat difficult for him to understand the child's strenuous effort.

He stood still and looked at it for a while, and found that the child was really stuck on this page. Finally, he couldn't help but walked through the yard of the child's house and walked to the child.

"You... But what don't you understand?" The young man's voice was clear and clear, like rings colliding.

Xiao Guyu raised his head in a daze, and saw a handsome brother in a red robe standing in front of him.

Xiaoguyu blinked, stood up obediently, stood side by side with the boy, pointed at the picture he couldn't understand with his index finger, and said childishly: "Here, I read it several times and still don't understand."

The young man nodded slightly, and looked down at the picture book in the child's hand.

Xiaoguyu realized that the boy was much taller than himself, so he quickly raised the picture book a little higher for the boy to read.

But even so, the boy still had to bend slightly to see clearly. He bent over and looked at the picture book, frowning suddenly.

How can there be such a straightforward book in this world?Even the words are written in vernacular, so can this still be called a book?

The teenager was a little puzzled.

Seeing the young man frowning, Xiao Guyu thought he couldn't understand, so he comforted him: "Brother, it doesn't matter if you don't understand, I don't understand either."

Juvenile: "..." There is no book in this world that he can't understand, let alone such a simple book for a child.

He explained: "It's very simple here. It's about the duckling being rejected by other ducks, having no friends, and being alone."

Xiaoguyu nodded as if he was licking rice: "Thank you brother, you are so amazing."

The young man didn't think that being able to understand a book in plain Chinese was so powerful, but he didn't refute the child, he just said: "You don't have to be polite."

He was thinking of leaving after answering the questions, but the child suddenly raised the picture book: "Brother, if you are not busy, would you like to read with me?"

Teenagers don't want to read this kind of book with no content, but it seems that this child is at home alone, in the wilderness, which is somewhat dangerous.

He lifted the hem of his clothes and sat on the bluestone threshold with Xiao Guyu.

He thought he would just wait for the child's irresponsible parents to come back before leaving.

Xiaoguyu placed the picture book between himself and the boy, and after a while, he raised his head and said, "Brother, if you finish reading a page, tell me, I'll try to hurry up."

Boy: "..." Can he say that he has finished reading it?

The young man believes that when reading a book, one should read each book separately and not affect other people's thoughts, but after waiting for a while, he still didn't wait for the child to turn the page and raise his head, and saw the child with a sad face again.

He understood instantly, and asked a little funnyly, "Why? Is there anything else you don't understand?"

Little Taro pointed to another illustration.

The young man opened his mouth to explain again, and when he finished, he felt a little strange and asked, "It's so simple, why don't you understand?"

He doesn't understand.

Xiao Guyu was not angry when asked this question by the young man: "I don't know many characters yet, so I can't understand many places."

The boy who was hailed as a prodigy since he was a child didn't understand: "So there are a few words you don't understand, I will teach you."

Xiaoguyu pointed to a few simple characters.

The young man raised his eyebrows, thinking that he might have been tricked by this kid, why don't he understand something so simple?It's hard to understand?

Just when he was about to speak, Xiao Guyu said timidly, a little shyly: "Except for these few, I don't know the others."

juvenile:"……"

He thought the child was reading, but the child was looking at pictures and guessing the content.

He dared to say that this was the most speechless day in more than 1000 years after his death.

The boy was helpless: "Forget it, let me tell you."

The boy spoke in a very orderly manner, and quickly expressed the story to Xiaoguyu completely, and specially taught Xiaoguyu to recognize a few new characters, all of which appeared frequently in this book.

Xiaoguyu also listened to his teaching very carefully, and nodded after understanding or memorizing, speaking plainly, and actively giving feedback on his learning progress.

The boy likes students like this. He has taken several young children from families as students before, but those students are completely stubborn. Not only do they refuse to listen carefully, but they also have no respect for books.

After being scolded severely by him, he cried and tore up the book.

They don't know how precious an original book is, and how many talented scholars from poor families can't afford such a book with all their family's resources.

When the clansmen first sent the young children here, the young man was happy that he could teach and educate others. This was the future he had planned for himself when he was a child.

But after this incident, he sent those students home and stopped teaching.

Relatives in the family said behind his back that he won the first prize, and after becoming an official, he became angry, and even his poor relatives refused to help.

The feathers of the past flew by quickly, and the young man was unavoidably a little absent-minded.

Xiaogu Yu tilted his head to look at the dazed young man, and called out again: "Brother? I remember this word."

The child in front of him was well-behaved and cherished the books. He was really a good student. The boy was called back to the present world by the child's call, and he gently agreed: "Well, let's read the next word."

Xiao Guyu nodded: "Yeah."

……

Soon, the boy finished teaching the commonly used characters in the book, and closed the book to test the child's dictation.

He got up, broke off a small branch from the vine in the yard, handed it to Xiaoguyu, said a word himself, and asked Xiaoguyu to write a word on the ground.

A few minutes later, the boy checked Xiaoguyu's dictation homework.

Although the handwriting on the mud floor was crooked and indecent, it was correct.

It seems that the child really listened to his lecture very attentively.

"That's right, it's all right." With a smile on the corner of the boy's lips, he nodded in satisfaction to Xiao Guyu.

He didn't expect that he could experience the feeling of being a teacher again after a thousand years, and the student is still such a diligent and willing to learn child.

"My brother taught me well, thank you brother." Xiao Guyu was praised, with a smile on her white and tender face, looking very cute and well-behaved.

This was the first time someone said that he taught well, and the young man suddenly felt a little bit sad. He thought, if he wasn't a ghost, he would definitely accept this kid as a student.

It's a pity that he is a fierce ghost who died for a thousand years but still lingers in the world.

It is really not advisable to get too close to children.

At this moment, Xiao Guyu looked at a vague figure wearing a white scarf outside the fence, and said, "Brother, my mother is back."

The boy got up quickly: "Then I'll go first."