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Professor Wang did not avoid the two children when telling this knowledge.

He thought it would be good for them to listen now. Smart children just need to learn more to understand how to protect themselves.

However, Song Yao didn't realize the master's kindness at all.

He sat on the small bench and listened for a while, then couldn't help but yawned.

Zhao Xiaodong didn't feel sleepy at first, but when he saw him yawning, he couldn't help but yawn as well.

Then the two kids acted like they were competing, one against the other, and they couldn't stop yawning.

Professor Wang:"……"

Father Song criticized them seriously: "Didn't you sleep well last night? Why are you yawning so much?"

Then he watched Song Yao open his mouth and yawn...

He couldn't hold it back and hit another one.

Yuan Jiang was a serious soldier, and he was the only one who forcibly suppressed the desire to yawn.

Professor Wang: "...Forget it, you can go in and read. Do you understand?"

As soon as Song Yao read the book, he immediately became energetic.

The child looked at the master with shining eyes:

"You can understand! We like reading books very much!"

Zhao Xiaodong, who actually wanted to play more: "...Yes."

Professor Wang thought about it. Although they were only two children, they were the ones who made the cicada. They must have studied and read a lot.

"Okay, let's go and see it. It's in the innermost room. You can read as many books as you like."

After getting permission, the two children had a great time.

Song Yao had heard from his father before that Professor Wang had a large collection of books.

It is said that some are brought back from abroad.

He could only go to seven shows in half a month because most of the money was used to buy a study room.

After pushing open the study door and seeing the scene in front of them, the two children stood stunned on the spot and said "Wow".

The study room is not particularly big, at least it is not as big as the county government office, and it does not have as many books as the county government office.

But the difference is that this study room is very bright.

Books are arranged neatly on the walls, because they are placed all the way to the top. There is also a long ladder next to it. In the middle of the room is a long, heavy-looking table with some books, paper and pens scattered on it.

The two sides of the study are almost entirely made of glass. It is precisely because of these glasses that the room looks so bright.

The sun shines in slightly and shines on the potted plants next to the bookcase. Everything looks quiet and beautiful.

The children, who had never seen a room like this before, were stunned.

Even Yuan Jiang glanced around the room with surprised eyes.

Song Yao came to his senses first: "I finally know why my father said that Master's study is very beautiful."

Yes, it looks good.

His first intuitive impression of this study was that it looked good.

Just thinking that he would step into this room made him extremely excited and happy.

Song Yao happily walked in and turned around to greet Zhao Xiaodong and Yuan Jiang.

"Come in."

Yuan Jiang stood at the door: "I'm watching you."

He hadn't taken a nap in the first place, but if he listened to the two children chattering and discussing the contents of the book, he might actually be able to doze off.

Zhao Xiaodong happily followed in.

He couldn't help but look around again:

"No wonder Uncle Song said that Master likes to read in the study. If I had such a study, I would definitely stay in it every day and not come out."

"Me too!"

Song Yao vowed: "When we become billionaires, we will build a study room like this."

Zhao Xiaodong nodded repeatedly.

After being shocked, they did not forget the purpose of coming to the study.

To be precise, Song Yao didn't forget it.

The child said excitedly: "Okay! Let's find a book and read it!"

"Dad said that Master has many books that are not available outside. Let's find them and take a look!"

Because of the beautiful study room, Zhao Xiaodong's enthusiasm for reading also increased. He responded immediately and followed Song Yao to find the books they were interested in.

Professor Wang’s collection of books is truly no ordinary book.

Song Yao wanted to read this book and wanted to read that one.

Every book seemed to be waving to him and saying, "Come and see me, come and come and come."

He had a book in his left hand and a book in his right hand. When he was making a difficult decision, he looked up and saw the book on the top.

"ah!"

Song Yao was so pleasantly surprised that he quickly went to ask Zhao Xiaodong to see:

"Is that the book that Brother Ye told us last time?"

Zhao Xiaodong looked hard for a few seconds and nodded in surprise:

"that's it!"

Song Yao was very happy.

Brother Ye just mentioned it to them last time, saying that his teacher had talked about this book, but it was a pity that his teacher's book was destroyed in the fire. Otherwise, if they had studied it, the effect would definitely be better than now.

At that time, Song Yao felt a pity for a while.

He didn't expect to see this book so soon.

The child Le Diandian wanted to climb the ladder to get it, and Zhao Xiaodong quickly went to help him hold the ladder.

Song Yao climbed to the top, looked at the thick book that was bigger than his face, and happily stretched out his hand to take it down.

He had weak hand strength and had to hold the ladder with his other hand, so he couldn't hold the book. He could only adjust his posture to try to hold it better.

Just after adjusting his posture, something fell out of the book because it was upside down and fell to the ground.

Song Yao slowly went down the stairs before bending down to pick it up.

When I got it, I found it was a photo.

Song Yao saw a lot of photos, and the one he saw the most was that of the county magistrate.

The other person is super narcissistic, and there are many photos of him hanging in the office alone.

Although according to him, he wanted to show his glorious history to everyone who entered the office, Song Yao always felt that he simply thought those photos looked good and wanted to show off.

He took a curious look. On the old and yellowed photo, there were three people standing, each holding a book and smiling at the camera.

Zhao Xiaodong has good eyesight and recognized the young man on the far left as Professor Wang at a glance:

"This person is Master!"

Song Yao looked at it carefully and became happy: "Wow! It's true!"

The young Professor Wang has a bright smile, and his current wrinkled face cannot be seen at all.

Standing in the middle is a young woman in a skirt, and on the far right is a young man of about the same age. All three of them have smiles on their faces.

This smile was very familiar to Song Yao.

He smiles like this every day.

The child said firmly: "They must be good friends of the master."

Zhao Xiaodong nodded in agreement: "It's just like us."

Song Yao planned to put the photo back, but when he turned it over, there was writing on the back.

[Wang Jin, Li Danshui and Wen Tianyu took photos on April 9th]

The handwriting is so colorful that it seems like it can fly out of the photo.

This was the first time Song Yao saw such beautiful characters, and he was amazed.

"What a beautiful calligraphy."

Zhao Xiaodong's focus was elsewhere: "Is Wang Jin the master's name? It sounds good."

Song Yao, who had read the most, immediately answered: "I remember Jin means beautiful jade."

Zhao Xiaodong suddenly realized: "Doesn't that mean the master's name is Wang Meiyu?!"

Song Yao scratched his head and said uncertainly: "It doesn't sound as good as Jin's."

Their attention quickly shifted to the other two names.

Zhao Xiaodong was envious: "Their names all sound so nice."

Unlike him, Zhao has a common surname, and his name is also very popular. If you shout while walking on the streets of Xinghe County, maybe three Zhao Xiaodongs will respond.

"It's not like you, Yao'er. Growing up, I've only heard of you named Song Yao."

Song Yao said proudly: "Of course. My grandma said she gave me this name because I often got sick and took medicine when I was a child. It means that the medicine is enough."

He seemed to be talking about glorious history, and said with great pride:

"Ever since I got this name, I don't take medicine very much!"

Zhao Xiaodong was one year older than him and still had some memories of what happened when he was a child. At this moment, he was suspicious:

"You don't take medicine anymore, but isn't that because the hospital prescribes it? Doesn't it mean you go to the hospital for injections when you are sick?"

He also found an example to list:

"You were given a needle in your butt when you were three years old, and you cried all the way back."

Song Yao became angry with embarrassment: "...Anyway, I stopped taking medicine after I got this name!"

Song's father didn't know where to find the custom. He said that God loves Yao'er and would not take away the youngest child in ordinary people's families.

After he came back and learned a lesson, the Song family started shouting "Yaoer, Yaoer, Yaoer" one by one.

After shouting for a year, I heard that this was feudal superstition, so this statement was shelved.

But the nickname Yaoer has been retained. Not only the Song family calls it, but other adults in Dashu Village also follow it, believe it or not.

But Song Yao didn't know this. When he remembered, everyone no longer practiced feudal superstition (except for the leader).

After a long discussion about the seriousness of the name, the two children finally remembered that they seemed to be planning to put the photo back.

The two people who noticed that they had strayed quickly opened the book and tried to find where the photo was originally placed.

Before they could find it, Professor Wang finished teaching Song’s father, left him brainstorming, and came to the study by himself.

He was slightly startled when he saw that the two children actually took down the book and found the photos.

Song Yao was trying hard to guess which page the photo was on. When he saw Professor Wang coming in, he immediately stood up holding the book in surprise:

"Master, this photo has been lost. We can't find which page it was on."

Professor Wang stepped forward and took the thin photo from the child's hand. He took a look at it with a complicated expression on his face:

"I don't even remember which page it is on."

"I haven't opened this book in a long time."

Song Yao could tell. The book was covered in dust. It looked like it hadn't been opened for a long time.

The child judged others by himself and curiously asked his master:

"Is it because the knowledge in this book is so profound that you don't understand it, Master?"

Professor Wang, who was silently touching the photo sadly, choked.

Although he did not understand the book very well.

But we must never admit:

"Of course not, how could this be the reason?"

Child Song Yao was easily deceived into believing it, and looked at the master expectantly: "Then can you tell us?"

Zhao Xiaodong also looked at Professor Wang energetically.

Professor Wang: "...Speaking of which, don't you know? This is my wife."

He sat on a chair and pointed out the woman in the photo to the two children.

As expected, the two children were successfully changed the topic, and they both said "Wow".

Professor Wang originally just wanted to divert their attention, but when he saw them looking seriously at his wife in the photo, the always strong corner of his heart seemed to soften.

He stroked the photo gently and whispered:

"She is really amazing. When we were studying abroad together, her grades were always on top of us. If not...her achievements would have been very high."

"Have you seen this study room? She designed it. When we first returned to China, she drew the design drawings with great interest for a long, long time..."

As he spoke, Professor Wang could hardly hold back the tears in his eyes.

Until he heard Song Yao ask: "Master, why is it that only the study is so beautiful, but other places are not so beautiful?"

Professor Wang, who designed other places besides the study: "..."

It seemed like I suddenly stopped being sentimental and just wanted to beat up the kid.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down:

"Because she was ill at the time, she only had time to design the study room."

Song Yao, who had been sick before, felt very sad and said sympathetically: "Being sick is very uncomfortable."

Especially when getting an acupuncture, it almost made him cry heartbreakingly every time.

Seeing that the child did not ask who designed the other rooms, Professor Wang breathed a sigh of relief and quickly continued:

"So you should study hard. If you study well, you will be able to do a little bit of everything. When you grow up, you can also design your own room."

As he spoke, he felt a little uncomfortable again:

"My wife, she is not a major in architecture. This is just a hobby for her. As long as her academic performance is good, she can really do anything..."

Oh, it's a pity that things have changed and people have changed. Looking back, only this study room is left to accompany him...

Professor Wang was immersed in his own sadness when Song Yao asked curiously:

"Wow! Master! Can you design your own room after studying?

Then why didn't you design other rooms? This way they won't be so ugly. "

Professor Wang:"……"

He looked down at Song Yao.

The child was looking at him with starry eyes.

Obviously, in the eyes of children, there is no possibility that "the master is a design waste and he designed such an ugly room."

Professor Wang:"……"

He skillfully used the old trick: changing the subject.

"...Are you hungry? Aren't you hungry? I'm hungry. Go out and ask your dad to get something to eat."

Song Yao ran out in a hurry.

There was no kid to disturb his sadness anymore. Professor Wang caressed the photo cherishingly, just as he was getting ready——

"Master!! My dad asked you if you want to eat dumplings!!"

Song Yao poked his little head out from the door: "The dumplings made by my father are delicious!"

Yuan Jiang was right behind him, nodding his head seriously in agreement.

Professor Wang silently put down the photo: "...eat."

When he went out, Song's father was putting on an apron and setting up a table in the yard to knead dough.

Professor Wang: "...when did you buy the apron?"

Dad Song looked up while working and replied: "I bought it the day before yesterday."

Professor Wang looked at the rolling pin in his hand again.

Do they still have this thing in their kitchen?

Sure enough, Father Song replied smoothly: "I also bought it the day before yesterday. Buy one get one free. It's a great deal."

Professor Wang looked at the flour, the two children who were working hard to wash vegetables next to him, and Comrade Yuan Jiang who was standing at the table with a cold face and a serious expression, cutting pork in a professional way: "..."

When did his kitchen have so many things?

Also, when did that chopping board appear?

"...You also bought these meat and vegetables the day before yesterday?"

Father Song waved his hand: "No way, you have to buy the meat while it's fresh. I bought this in the morning.

Teacher, please read a book first. I make dumplings very quickly and can eat them in a while. "

Professor Wang always felt that it was a bit unreal. He sat silently on his recliner and opened a book.

When I glanced over, I saw a familiar sentence.

He and his wife once learned this sentence together. It was so beautiful at that time, unlike now...

Just as the depressed mood was about to rise, I heard a child named Song Yao happily chatting with his father:

"Master introduced his wife to us, that's right! The one on the photo! It's not a photo of Master and his wife, there's another person in there!"

Professor Wang retorted in his heart: How could there be another person? It was clearly only him and Tamsui, his Tamsui... Hey, wait a minute.

He suddenly remembered that the photo was taken by the couple and their best friend.

Professor Wang, who was so focused on his wife that he didn't notice someone standing next to him, felt a little guilty.

He quickly went into the house and took out the photo, trying to appear calm and not guilty to introduce it to the two children:

"This is your Grandpa Wen."

"He is currently working in our embassy in country S in Zhongzhou. I will take you to meet him after he returns to China."

After finishing speaking, Professor Wang added guiltily:

"He's my best friend."

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong still didn't think too much. They nodded seriously and sighed that Grandpa Wen was so elegant and forgot about it.

Professor Wang, who had solved everything, lay down on the recliner again.

Finally, he could grieve and recall the past with peace of mind.

Of the 24 hours a day, except for seven hours of sleeping, 16 of the other 17 hours are spent recalling sadness. Professor Wang just raised his head and looked up at the sky...

I heard Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong discussing the contents of that profound book in a low voice.

The two children actually know little about it, but that doesn't stop them from loving it more and more.

Anyway, if Ba Ba is wrong, then it will be fine if it is not corrected.

Professor Wang: ...Children today are really scary and can’t understand it at all.

Just listening to it makes you want to doze off.

It's not like his wife...well his wife was telling him these things and he wanted to doze off too.

But that doesn't stop him from missing his wife.

Professor Wang looked up at the sky with sadness in his eyes.

Looking up, looking up...

And fell asleep.