Bring space to become a real daughter

Chapter 312 The more bizarre the story becomes, the more bizarre it becomes 1

Following Si Zhaohua's movements, the sound on the radio began to change.

The frequency of the light bulb flashing also begins to change.

Several people stared at the light bulb and thought that the boss was so powerful. He could make the light bulb flash continuously just by moving his hand.

After finally turning off the radio, Si Zhaohua said proudly: "How was it? Isn't it great?"

"Uh-huh."

"Boss, you are so awesome!"

"Boss, you know so much."

"Boss, how do you know so much?"

"See more and listen more. The most important thing is that I sleep well. I will know a lot of things when I wake up the next day."

Lu Cunwei said: "Wow, boss, are you really that powerful? Then why am I not like this?"

"Okay, okay, it's your turn to speak, which one of you comes first."

Meng Qing: "Once upon a time, there was a little bird named Xiao Qing. He lost his parents not long after he was born."

"Is it really that simple?"

"That little bird is so pitiful. Then when I catch the little bird next time, I will feed it cooked meat so that it will never eat bugs again."

Si Zhaohua clapped his hands and said, "Just give it a try. It's really simple. You will definitely know it. Let me tell you. If you have any questions, remember to interrupt my story!"

Lu Cunwei waved his hand and said, "I can't!"

"Once upon a time, there was a dog named Xiaobang who got separated from his owner and wandered into the forest alone..."

The little bird was so hungry that day that it had no energy left, so it flew away from home to find something to eat."

Meng Qing thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's because the bird has never eaten cooked meat, so it likes to eat bugs."

"I wonder what the fruit that monkeys eat tastes like?"

"How is that possible, you are stupid! Birds can't rest while they are flying in the sky, but when we are tired from walking, we can sit on the ground and rest!"

"Can monkeys really talk?"

"Yes, boss, the lights are already very good, and we can't do it without materials even after we're back!"

"What does it feel like when a bird flies?"

Si Zhaohua said enthusiastically: "This is very simple. If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Lu Cunwei adjusted the radio skillfully: "Okay, okay, next time, next time, now let's listen to a story first. I listened to a story before that was really good. Come and listen to it together!"

Others also shook their heads and said they would not.

"Boss is awesome."

"Well, it seems I'll just have to try it next time."

"Yes, it is so pitiful!"

Si Zhaohua: "That's not true. Birds eat bugs just like we eat rice and noodles, because bugs are their food! Just like frogs like to eat mosquitoes!"

"Sounds good."

Si Zhaohua said: "But it is so easy to make a small lamp, it is not difficult at all."

"Well, what about a little bird named Xiaoqing?"

Meng Qing nodded, changed his mind and said, "Well, the bird's parents died of exhaustion from flying for too long."

"Yes, it seems that it is better to be a human being. If the bird is tired and cannot find a place to rest, the bird will be gone."

Si Zhaohua interrupted again: "Why does it have no parents?"

Yi Cong hurriedly patted his hand and hugged the radio tightly in his arms to protect it. After all, his mother said he couldn't touch it casually.

Lu Cunwei raised his hand and wanted to take a picture, but Si Zhaohua said: "If not, forget it, we will tell the story ourselves."

Lu Cunwei said: "The little bird will be tired from flying, will we be tired from walking?"

Several people quickly shook their heads and said: "Forget it, it must be difficult, we don't want to learn it."

"The little stick is so powerful!"

He Yu: "I know that birds like to eat bugs. I saw a bird eating a small bug last time. I originally planned to catch a big one for it, but as soon as I got close, the bird flew away.

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As the boss's bragging machine, Meng Qing said: "You don't understand, who is the boss?

He is our boss, how can he not be powerful?"

Lu Cunwei couldn't believe it and patted the body of the radio.

Several people looked at me, and I looked at you. Finally, Meng Qing said, "Then let's try."

Yi Cong said naively: "The lamp is good."

Si Zhaohua: "Of course, and every time I tell a story, my parents will praise me very much, praise me for telling stories, and even cook me delicious food the next day. Don't you want to give it a try?

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"After the little bird's parents flew away, the little bird was left alone at home and screamed every day.

"Really? Then why can birds eat bugs?"

Meng Qing: "Once upon a time there was a puppy named Xiao Qing."

Lu Cunwei was most afraid of being criticized by others, so he shook his head like a rattle and said, "Forget it. I think it's good if I can make a small lamp."

"Okay, keep talking."

Several people looked at Meng Qing, who raised his hand and said, "I'll go first."

Si Zhaohua: "Stop talking and let Meng Qing continue."

Meng Qing was also a little aggrieved. His grandparents and parents didn't tell him to take these things back!

Si Zhaohua picked up the pastry and took a big bite. After swallowing it, he said: "It's easy to tell a story. Just say what you want. Otherwise, I will tell you one first, and then you can try it again."

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Originally, I planned to take a bite to see what the bugs tasted like, but my grandma slapped my hand away and said that the bugs were dirty and eating them would cause diarrhea, so I would no longer be able to eat meat or snacks.

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"Ah, it's so strange. The food they eat is weird. It doesn't look as delicious as our food."

He Yu said happily: "I know, and then I was exhausted. It's the same as what my father said every day. Every time I came home, he said he was so tired, so tired, and then my mother said why you weren't exhausted!"

Meng Qing followed their train of thought and said: "Because the parents of the little bird fly into the sky and get tired, and then..."

Si Zhaohua said: "Believe me, it's really simple."

After Si Zhaohua finished telling the story of the little stick fighting the monkey, he happily asked the brothers: "How was it? Did the story I told you good?"

Si Zhaohua sighed and said, "Why don't you know anything?"

Si Yuxi (Ping Ping) ate in silence and looked at his younger brother and his unintelligent younger brothers.

But he turned around for a long time and didn't hear any familiar voice.

Si Zhaohua interrupted: "Why is it also a puppy?"

Yi Cong asked: "But why don't they eat?"

"I know, it must be because they have no money. Without money, they can't buy these things, so they can't eat!"

"Ah, Meng Qing, your little bird is still a poor bird!"

Meng Qing replied: "No, I haven't finished telling my story yet. The little bird I told about is rich. The one with more money is bigger than this room!" After speaking, he stretched out his hand to make gestures.

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(End of chapter)