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Father Song really couldn't bear it anymore.

Singing is fine, dancing is also tolerated.

But this light is really too dazzling.

It didn't feel very dazzling just now, but now it shimmered more and more, and Father Song felt that his eyes were going to go blind.

Even though the curtains were open and natural light came in, the light really had the effect of filling the whole room and then slightly blinding their eyes.

Father Song first asked Zhao Xiaodong to close his arm, and then he tried to close his eyes for a long time before the white light disappeared from his eyes.

He felt that Comrade Yuan Jiang really doted on his children too much, and even though he was like this, he still had the energy to praise him.

He squatted down seriously, patted Song Yao's shoulder, and explained to him carefully why this strange arm could not be given to Professor Wang.

Song Yao's eyes widened in surprise: "But it's great!"

The child stretched out his fingers and counted them one by one:

"Guide shaft, pressure pulley, and..."

He rattled out a bunch of words that Song's father understood but couldn't understand, and then had an aggrieved expression on his face that said, "So it definitely can't be bad":

"These are the best we bought."

In order to make this arm, especially the cool light-emitting technique, Song Yao worked hard to look up information and even bought a course in the learning system.

He specially bought the flashiest one! !

Although he is not very good at what he does now, if he works hard for a while, he will definitely be able to achieve shining results.

In fact, these were originally intended to be used on the very expensive arm, but after all, the arm was made with state-approved funds.

It was impossible for Song Yao and the others to use the money given by the father of the country to make the arm and give it to their master, so the two children gritted their teeth and bought enough materials with their own small treasury.

In their eyes, this arm simply shines because it is expensive.

And it can sing and dance, what’s not great about it!

Seeing that his son was still unconvinced, Father Song could only ask simply and rudely:

"Think about it this way, if you woke up in the middle of the night and saw such a glowing arm singing and dancing, what would you think?"

Seeing his father's serious face, Song Yao could only think hard, then quietly glanced at his father and said uncertainly:

"I won't be able to sleep, so I'll get up and dance with it?"

Dad Song: "..."

He gave up communicating with his son in detail and said directly:

"I can't give you this glowing hand anyway."

Although Song Yao was a little unconvinced, his eyes lit up when he thought of something and he opened his mouth to continue speaking.

Dad Song immediately said: "It doesn't work even if your feet are shining."

The child who was told that the plan was true muttered:

"It's obviously very beautiful and has many functions. It's the best hand besides that very expensive one."

With that said, Song Yao went to see Zhao Xiaodong.

Zhao Xiaodong was muttering in his mind: Didn’t we just make two arms?

After receiving the reminder from Song Yao, he immediately stabilized his stance: "Yes! It's very good!"

The two children looked back at the arm as if to cheer themselves up.

It's very good.

As a prosthetic arm, although it is made of wood, every joint of it is well polished.

Song Yao's dancing hand was made based on his own understanding, but this time because they wanted to make a puppet arm, the two children seriously asked Grandpa He to help them find anatomy books.

Therefore, every connection point and appearance of it were carefully polished and modified bit by bit by the two children.

There’s no way it doesn’t look good!

It looks so much like the drawings in the book now!

They managed to get like this with great difficulty.

Father Song, whose two children were arguing with each other about "why these arms are so beautiful" said: "..."

He gave up correcting their aesthetics.

It was as if in Song Yao's eyes, his design looked completely different.

His beautiful black eyes will automatically make up for the missing arms and legs.

Speaking of which, when he first came to Lecheng, Song's father knew that there was a place dedicated to teaching painting, and he even thought about whether to send Song Yao to learn.

It was Yuan Jiang who persuaded him.

This soldier who was sent by the country to protect Song Yao believed that Song Yao was too talented and too young. It might be a good thing that no one could understand his designs at this time.

Anyway, the child is still young, and Song Yao himself is cheerful every day and has never felt inferior, so it is good to let him be like this.

Now Father Song wants to send his children to learn aesthetics again.

If it were not for Lecheng, there would be no aesthetic school paintings.

Father Song finally convinced the two children not to give the arm to Professor Wang.

"You think it's pretty and fun, but adults won't think so. You masters will be scared if you see a hand singing and dancing on the ground at night."

He said: "Patients with heart disease cannot be frightened. Do you want Master to be frightened?"

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong shook their heads together.

The child was a little disappointed: "Okay, then we won't give this arm to the master."

Father Song breathed a sigh of relief.

It finally made sense.

If he was trying to persuade people outside, he would always be able to do so. Why was it so difficult every time when it was his son's turn?

Song Yao didn't know that his father was slandering him in his heart. He had already gone to talk to Zhao Xiaodong.

"What do you think dad and master are afraid of?"

He found it difficult to understand.

A thing made of wood, there is nothing to be afraid of.

There are many tables and chairs made of wood in my master’s home, and even the bookcases are made of wood.

Zhao Xiaodong has experience in this aspect: "Adults are always afraid of many things."

He guessed: "Maybe we will be afraid when we grow up?"

Song Yao imagined that he would be afraid of a wooden arm and shuddered:

"Then I'd better not grow up."

He didn't want to become a coward.

Although this arm can no longer be given to his master, Song Yao still likes it second.

——The first is the hugely expensive puppet arm.

He discussed it with Zhao Xiaodong and found a long box he made to put his second favorite arm in. They decided to play by themselves.

In the future, you can take it to the entrance of the village to play at dusk, and it will definitely attract many children.

The two of them also made a proper distribution and decided who would play with this arm on which day after returning to Dashu Village.

Although Father Song doesn’t think they need to divide it at all.

After all, the two of them stopped playing together someday.

Unable to give this arm as a gift, Song Yao did not give up giving gifts to his master.

He had an expression on his face: "I am a man of my word":

"I promised my master before that I would give him a gift that can help him get rid of nightmares. Although my second favorite arm cannot be given as a gift, my third favorite toy will be ready soon."

"I'll give it to Master then!"

Father Song was suspicious: "The third favorite you mentioned is not someone who can sing and dance, right?"

He reiterated again: "Your master won't like this. He is so old and doesn't like such colorful things."

Song Yao hummed: "Am I the kind of person who makes a second mistake?"

Dad Song: ...aren’t you?

Apparently, the child thinks he or she is not.

So when Father Song asked to tell him what the new gift was first, he sternly refused:

"No, I'm not done yet."

Because Song’s father had just approved his toy arm, Song Yao hummed and refused to show it to Father Song:

"Anyway, don't worry. My third favorite toy can't sing or dance, but it can light up. Master always has nightmares at night, and the light can make him feel a little safer."

Zhao Xiaodong was on the side: "Yes, yes, I will testify."

Father Song, who couldn't get an answer from his son, his eyes lit up and he immediately changed his target:

"Dongdong, do you know what Yao'er's new toy is?"

Zhao Xiaodong: "I don't know."

Father Song: "? I don't know how you can testify?"

Zhao Xiaodong said confidently: "If Yao'er makes a toy that can sing and dance, he will definitely come to me to play with it!"

Dad Song: "..."

Song Yao nodded from the side: "Yes, yes, yes."

Dancing alone is not as interesting as dancing with two people.

The two of them have had sex several times since the arm was made.

Dad Song: "...Forget it, it's okay not to say anything. The gift must be given during the day, and we must be present."

Although I don't trust my son's aesthetics, if I think about it carefully, as long as the things he makes are not movable, they will be ugly at best.

It's not scary at all.

Based on what he knows about the teacher...

Dad Song recalled the design and layout of Professor Wang’s house, especially the other rooms except the study.

He felt at ease.

Well, the teacher should be quite tolerant of ugliness.

Song Yao didn't know that his third favorite toy had been labeled "either ugly or on the road to ugliness" by his father, so he rummaged through another small box and started working on it.

Apparently the contents of this little box gave him a headache.

Zhao Xiaodong is also looking through his toys.

He and Song Yao had previously made an appointment to compete in making toys. When the toys were ready, they would hit each other with them.

Both of them are very competitive. When they started making toys for the competition, they would do it quietly alone. Now that Song Yao is making that toy, he has to work hard.

Completely forgetting that he had already studied all day today, Zhao Xiaodong went out with high spirits and was able to put down his books and go play an hour ago.

The two children were working hard on their toys for the next few days.

Father Song studied every day as usual, but because the arm cast a shadow on him, he had to open the door of the big room before going out and after returning home to see if the two children were acting like monsters.

Song Yao is really not a monster.

He is so busy that he has no time for this.

Since being promoted to the second level, Song Yao has deeply understood a truth: learning is indeed a sea of ​​hardships.

The difference is that he is blocking Zhao Xiaodong's boundless sea of ​​suffering in front of him.

Song Yao's own sea of ​​suffering was boundless, but he was swimming in it while crying.

The child's learning motivation comes from the few small things he makes every day. After studying for a few days, when he finally got into the state, Teacher He hurriedly came to their side.

The two children ran up to her and raised their heads to say how much they missed her. She only had time to pat them on the shoulders one by one. After talking to Song's father Yuan Jiang, she hurried away again.

Even the two children, who have always been ambitious, could tell that something was wrong with Teacher He.

As soon as she left, Song Yao immediately took Zhao Xiaodong and asked Song's father:

"Dad, what's wrong with the teacher? I don't think she is very happy?"

Zhao Xiaodong guessed: "Is she tired because she has to take care of Grandpa He? We can also help take care of him."

Song Yao immediately puffed up his chest: "Yes, we can help too!"

Father Song shook his head, his expression no longer as relaxed as before: "No, godfather has gone home to recuperate."

He looked at the innocent-looking children and thought about it carefully. He thought that even if he didn't tell them, they would know it sooner or later, so he told the truth:

"Our country is at war with Country V."

"Isn't Mr. He's grandfather a retired soldier? She has two cousins ​​who are in the army. I heard that they have been transferred. She came to ask Comrade Yuan Jiang if he knows about the current situation."

Song Yao's eyes rounded in shock: "A war?!"

Father Song nodded.

The child continued to be shocked: "Then will we win?"

Dad Song: "I don't know, the fight has just started, but I think we can definitely win."

Song Yao was still a little confused.

Although he had heard many stories about the war from Grandpa Seven, Grandpa Seven was very powerful in these stories, and the children were not afraid at all.

But when I really heard about the war, the children were still very nervous.

But after getting nervous, he became confident again.

Say to dad: "We will definitely win!"

Father Song was confused: "How can you be so sure?"

Song Yao was full of confidence: "Because we in Zhongzhou are very powerful!"

It’s all written in the history books, and Central Continent only had a short period of silence, but it has been on an uphill road ever since.

Father Song looked at his optimistic and confident son and wanted to say something, but seeing how trusting he was in the country, he felt soft-hearted and didn't say anything.

Although the adults say that they are already doing very well in Central Continent, thriving and developing vigorously.

The common people also trust the country and the government, but trust and national strength are still different.

In the past, Father Song could be blindly confident with his son, but after studying with Professor Wang, he is no longer the same person who was silly and ignorant about national affairs every day.

Central Continent has suffered too much damage before, and even now it is difficult to escape the restrictions of certain countries, but it is impossible for countries to decide what to do next by just slapping their heads.

All current policies are basically decisions made by national leaders after detailed discussions and voting one by one.

So since the country has announced that the whole country is going to war, then fighting this war is really the best choice for Zhongzhou at the moment.

Father Song was thinking about the impact this war would have on Zhongzhou when he saw the door open and two children running out with a bunch of things hanging on them.

Song Yao rushed towards him, raised his face and clenched his fists:

"Dad! I'm ready!"

Zhao Xiaodong was also standing next to him with a fighting spirit on his face: "Uncle Song! I'm ready too!"

Dad Song: "?"

"What are you ready for?"

Song Yao had a look on his face: "Does this need to be said?":

"Join the army!!"

The child was eager to try: "Grandpa Seven said that during the war, children as young as eight or nine would go to the battlefield. We are ready and can set off now!"

Dad Song: "..."

He looked down at his son, who only reached his thigh: "...That was before Central Continent was established. Now we don't need eight or nine-year-old children to fight. It's not like we don't have adults."

The child Song Yao, who was already ready to go, was a little disappointed:

"Ah...then Dad, do you want to go?"

He hugged his father's thigh, a little reluctant to let go, but thinking about it, he was joining the army.

The child tried hard to suppress the feeling of reluctance: "Dad, go ahead! We will advance and retreat together with Zhongzhou!!"

Zhao Xiaodong nodded vigorously from the side and demonstrated several moves he had practiced with Brother Ajiu:

"Yes! Uncle Song, feel free to go! When we grow up, we will go find you!"

Dad Song: ...Why does this sound weird?

He slapped the two children away: "Now our country has no shortage of troops. I will go when there is no shortage. Why should you come to me when you grow up? It's not like I won't come back after I go."

Song Yao really felt that this was the case: "Grandpa Qi said the war would last for decades."

"Yes, yes, we will definitely grow up in a few decades."

Thinking that he might not be able to see his father for decades, Song Yao, who looked heroic just now, felt like crying again. Then he remembered that his father said he wouldn't go now, and the tears that had just emerged disappeared again.

Father Song was dumbfounded by what they said.

"We shouldn't fight for decades this time. Those decades were before the founding of the People's Republic of China. We in Central-Continent will not be like this."

Although Song Yao nodded, he still didn't believe it in his heart.

In the history books he studied, each war lasted longer than the last.

If the producer knew about it, he would definitely tell him, because this is a history lesson four thousand years after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

If all the major events that happened every year were really written down, then even if it was an open-book exam, children in the interstellar age would have to study hard in history classes.

When it comes to historical information about wars, shouldn’t we only be able to select the very big and critical ones?

Perhaps for Song Yao's era, this war was worth recording in history. After all, it was the first large-scale war between countries since the founding of Zhongzhou.

But for the interstellar era, the first large-scale war between balls is the focus of the exam.

Of course, people living in this era certainly don’t think so.

When Song Yao was tired from studying and went to play with Zhao Xiaodong on the street, he could clearly feel the lively atmosphere among the adults on the street.

Yes, not afraid, but enthusiastic.

Banners were hung on street corners to encourage the soldiers heading to the battlefield.

There are also people who are organizing donations of materials to provide support to the front line.

When Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong went to climb the wall to pick flowers from the trees planted in the yard, they heard that the family's son wanted to join the army, but he couldn't join because he was already 24 years old and over the age of enlistment.

After listening to the depression of the uncle who didn't look much younger than his father for a long time, Song Yao slid down from the tree and turned around and said to Song's father:

"Dad, it turns out that you can't join the army after you are 22 years old."

Dad Song: "..."

There is nothing wrong with this sentence.

But when his son said this, he had an expression like "How pitiful, Dad, you are too old to be a soldier", which made him want to beat the child.

Father Song didn't take action in the end.

Not because he didn't want to, but because it was time for him to go to Professor Wang's place.

Now class is no longer the most important thing, but to keep an eye on Professor Wang and find more things for him to do.

Perhaps it is because Professor Wang was orphaned due to war when he was young, and he always has a high response to war.

Sometimes I would analyze the situation with Dad Song impassionedly, sometimes I would be so worried that I couldn't sleep, and sometimes I would cover my heart with one hand while freeing up one hand to write calligraphy.

They are all poems related to the battlefield, the kind that are more poignant.

However, his handwriting was always elegant, and he could not express emotion no matter how he wrote, which made Professor Wang very angry.

Then he sat alone in the yard and got angry, holding his heart.

Yes, since he learned that he had a heart disease, when Professor Wang recalls the past, he does not look up to the sky, but covers his heart.

Father Song was just afraid that he would make him angry and something would happen to him. The doctor had ordered that although Professor Wang's heart disease was not serious, he still had to be monitored at all times because he was old.

What could he do? He could only ask questions to divert the teacher's attention.

Professor Wang was indeed no longer angry, and instead scolded Dad Song.

The way he taught Father Song before was to teach students in accordance with their aptitude. It was better when he took it step by step slowly, and he could still discover Father Song's strengths.

But since Dad Song took the initiative to ask questions, he finally discovered that his only student was not an idiot, but a big idiot.

Professor Wang has been scolding Dad Song three times a day recently. Sometimes he forgets to scold Dad Song, and Dad Song will deliberately ask other questions.

In this kind of reverse care, Professor Wang's heart no longer hurts, and he doesn't feel tired anymore. His face is rosy and his voice is loud. He can scold five Father Songs a day, which is not too much.

But Song’s father couldn’t really wholesale a bunch of them and send them to him, so he could only report to the teacher every day.

Teacher He also didn't stop.

Her grandfather was a veteran. Now when he heard that there was going to be a war, he immediately got ready and waited for the country to recall the veterans.

As a result, the country recalled him, but it was impossible to recall him at his age.

Grandpa He failed to go to the battlefield as he wished, but his two grandsons did, so he began to worry about his grandson again. Teacher He had a good relationship with his grandpa, and he was afraid that something would go wrong and he would have to comfort the elderly every day.

Song Yao was a little confused about this:

"Since the teacher's grandfather is willing to go to war, why are you so worried about Teacher He's cousin?"

Father Song was not here, so he asked Yuan Jiang.

Yuan Jiang explained: "It's different to go to the battlefield by yourself and go to the battlefield with your own relatives."

It's like him. If the country asks him to go to war now, he will go without saying a word.

But if he imagined that Song Yao and the others would go to the battlefield when they grew up, he would feel extremely uncomfortable.

He said: "It's all like this. You can do some things by yourself, but if it were a family member, I would just hope that he is safe."

Song Yao thought about it carefully and felt that Brother Yuan Jiang was right.

He went to the battlefield by himself, and he just felt that he could pack his bags and leave immediately in the next second.

But if it were his father, he would be reluctant to part with him and would be afraid that his father would be hurt.

The child thought blankly for a long time, but still didn't understand why this happened:

"Why do I think so?"

Yuan Jiang patted his small shoulder: "Everyone is like this."

Song Yao thought about it and went back to the house.

He said to 005: [In this case, I can understand why in the history books, when defending the country, some people would risk their lives even though they knew they would die. 】

Since 005 accepted the setting that he is a feudal and superstitious AI, he has been obsessed with learning from his limited metaphysical knowledge base.

Suddenly hearing Song Yao say this, it thought for a moment and found that it couldn't think of an answer, so it asked: [Why? 】

Little Master Song Yao sighed similarly: [Because I don’t want my family to risk their lives in the future. 】

Just look at Master and you will know that it is normal for people without a country to have no home.

The master said that before the enemy army attacked their city, he was happy every day, with his father and mother, grandparents and a group of cousins.

Later, the city fell and the country was destroyed. Without the country to protect the common people, after their homes were bombed, they could not even go to the police uncle.

If it were now, if anyone dared to blow up his house, he would go to the police station.

He will never leave unless the other party gives him a new home!

But not only did Master and the others not receive compensation, they had no choice but to run for their lives.

Song Yao felt very angry for his master just thinking about it.

He clenched his little fists angrily: "When I grow up! I will blow up the house of the person who made my master homeless!"

Yuan Jiang followed: "..."

Before he could say anything, Zhao Xiaodong stopped him with a shocked face:

"What unrealistic things are you thinking about, Yao'er!!"

Yuan Jiang breathed a sigh of relief.

Then I heard Zhao Xiaodong say: "That was all what happened when Master was a child. That person must be dead! How could you blow up his house!"

Yuan Jiang: "..."

Song Yao showed an expression that said, "You are right."

He pondered for a moment and then said: "How about we blow up the coffin he lives in now... No, grandma said it is immoral to dig up people's ancestral graves."

Several tomb robbers from out of town came to our county before.

Although their Xinghe County is poor now, it has always been a very prosperous big city in the past. Especially in ancient times, it is said that many high-ranking officials and nobles lived there.

Those tomb robbers heard that Xinghe County was poor and their ancestors were rich, so they wanted to steal the funerary objects.

But the county magistrate proved to them with actual actions that being poor does not mean being defenseless.

The tomb robbers had just arrived at the place, and after only half an hour of digging, they were caught by the police comrades who organized a night patrol.

It is said that they were in disbelief before going to jail. They couldn't understand why Xinghe County, a small and impoverished county, could still have police patrolling at night.

Grandma Song also went to gossip for an afternoon. When she came back, she told Grandpa Song that tomb robbers who dig up people's ancestral graves would not die well.

Their village still cares about the ancestral graves, after all, the elders are buried in them. Although their elders were poor when they were alive and probably would not have their graves robbed, everyone can relate to them.

Song Yao hesitated for a few seconds, and finally decided to listen to her grandma.

"Okay, then I won't blow him up, and I won't blow up his grave either."

Although he gave up this act of revenge, the child was still very angry for his master:

"It would be great if I could visit my master when he was a child. I would protect him and not let him be afraid. He must be too scared when his home was bombed before, so he keeps having nightmares."

After all, if his home was bombed, even if someone paid compensation, he would probably cry terribly and have nightmares.

Zhao Xiaodong also agrees:

"That's right, Master's family members were all dead at that time. He was younger than us, so he must be very scared."

When his father passed away, he was also super scared.

The two imagined a little old man who was shorter than them and had teary eyes, with a very distressed look on his face.

Yuan Jiang also fell silent.

He has not participated in any major wars, but he has comrades who have guarded the border.

Especially some time ago, there were frequent actions there, many soldiers were injured, and one of his comrades even lost a leg.

I don't know how many people will lose their body parts... or even their lives in this war.

But even so, we cannot retreat.

Zhongzhou has already suffered the loss of being a mermaid once, and no one is willing to let their home and family go through the same mistakes as Professor Wang and his friends did in that period.

Professor Wang does have money and status now, but he also knows that he will never forget it.

At the age of seven, he was just a war orphan who lost his parents and was helpless.

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong have already finished their discussion. Professor Wang must need them very much now.

So the two children decided to put their studies on hold for a day. They were going to eat wontons and then visit Professor Wang.

It is impossible to eat at Professor Wang's house. At this point, Dad must have prepared the meal and the two of them are eating.

Recently, Professor Wang was emotionally unstable due to the war. Dad Song was afraid that he would fall into a state of sadness again without looking at him, so he could not go home to deliver meals.

Yuan Jiang was happy to cook, but obviously the two children were not happy to eat.

Zhao Xiaodong was pulled to study again.

So in the end, the whole family ate at the surrounding food stalls almost every day these days.

Fortunately, Yuan Jiang had plenty of money, and Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong had bonuses, so they bought other things and ate very generously.

In particular, the surrounding food stalls are full of ingredients and delicious. Because they are regular customers, they sometimes give away side dishes.

Although there was no father Song to cook, the three of them still ate with rosy faces and high spirits, and the owners of the surrounding food stalls were also very happy that they took care of their business.

Now, even if Song Yao goes downstairs and wanders around, he may be randomly fed delicious food.

But their favorite is still the little wontons.

The reason is simple, it tastes so delicious.

Song Yao felt that when they returned to Dashu Village, they would definitely miss this wonton restaurant and the surrounding fried dough sticks, steamed buns, beef noodles, and chicken noodle soup.

As usual, two small bowls and one large bowl.

The shop owner was a little out of sorts when he brought it over and almost burned himself.

Yuan Jiang was startled, quickly stood up and took it, carefully placing it in front of Song Yao.

Song Yao looked at the shop owner curiously: "Uncle, you have big dark circles under your eyes. Did you not sleep well last night?"

The shop owner smiled sheepishly: "Yes, I couldn't sleep well last night. I only squinted for a while when it was almost dawn."

But it will only be a while before I get up.

If you work as a food stall, you can make a lot of money if you don't get up early.

Seeing Song Yaozhi listening attentively with his ears bent, he could only continue:

"Weren't we at war with Country V recently? My son is serving as a soldier near there. There is no news yet, but I guess he will be transferred nearby."

It is now understood that the families of soldiers on the battlefield must be worried about their Song Yao skilled comfort:

"Uncle, don't worry. The wontons you make are so delicious. My brother will definitely come back safely."

After being comforted by a child, the stall owner smiled sheepishly:

"I just hope he can come back alive."

Song Yao immediately blessed: "I will definitely come back alive!"

"right!"

Yuan Jiang also answered: "It must be possible."

Although he knew that what they said was of no use, the stall owner was obviously comforted and felt better:

“I also know that we need to have confidence, but our country has never fought such a big war since its founding, so I couldn’t help but think about it when I lay in bed at night.

I don’t know if our guns and ammunition can keep up with Country V. "

Yuan Jiang said solemnly: "You can buy a newspaper and read it. It was just written in yesterday's newspaper that the country has equipped soldiers with bulletproof vests to protect the lives of soldiers as much as possible. You don't have to worry about this. "

"real?"

The stall owner didn't know the bulletproof vest, but he knew it was a powerful thing from the name. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled on his face.

"I want to buy it too, but it's a pity that I can't read and I have to set up a stall every day so I can't listen to what others say..."

Song Yao immediately raised his hand enthusiastically: "Uncle, I can read! I will give you the general!"

Zhao Xiaodong was also super enthusiastic: "You want me too! I'm also literate!"

The stall owner was so surprised that he thanked him profusely and refused to accept the money for the wonton meal.

After eating a bowl of wontons in vain, the child Song Yao should be happy, but looking at the stall owner who kept saying thank you, he felt a little sad.

He interpreted this sourness as anger against his enemies.

The child was arrogant and arrogant: "When I grow up, I will blow up everyone who dares to bully us in Zhongzhou!!"

Zhao Xiaodong did not stop him this time, but nodded in agreement:

"Yes! They all exploded!"

Yuan Jiang was talking to the stall owner and didn't pay attention to their movements. When he turned around, he saw the two children looking full of fighting spirit and was quite pleased.

Can eating small wontons arouse their enthusiasm now?

really not bad.

After talking to the stall owner, he returned to the children:

"Let's go to Professor Wang's house."

The soldier was accustomed to picking up the box on the table, but Song Yao held it down vigilantly:

"I want to get it myself!"

Yuanjiang: "...I won't peek. This seems to be very heavy. Should I take it?"

Song Yao hummed: "No, you have to be very careful with this. I'm afraid you might open it. It can only be used once."

The child patted his chest and said, "I am very principled."

Yuan Jiang glanced at the box, which looked very heavy at first sight, and said nothing.

Sure enough, after walking for less than ten minutes, Song Yao, who was very principled, blushed and begged him to help him get it.

He blushed not out of shame, but out of exhaustion.

Yuan Jiang picked up the box: "I will handle it carefully."

So what’s in it?

He wanted to ask, but he swallowed his words when he thought of the vigilant look on Song Yao's face just now because he had been beaten by Song's father.

Anyway, you’ll find out when you get to Professor Wang’s house.

When they arrived, Professor Wang and Dad Song had just finished eating and were studying.

Professor Wang was very happy to see them coming.

Song Yao ran forward: "Master! I have prepared a gift for you!"

Professor Wang was extremely happy, but he still had to pretend to be serious: "Really? What is it?"

Song Yao ran to Yuan Jiang as if he were treating a big treasure, and carefully opened the big box in his hand:

"That's it, I call it the flashing light."

He took out something like a bottle and handed it to Professor Wang:

"Master, don't you often wake up from nightmares? You must be very scared. Then you can turn this on and your room will be very bright!"

Song Yao was extremely proud: "It's brighter than the electric light in your home, Master!"

Professor Wang couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "Hey, you know how to make lamps? Not bad, not bad."

He took the lamp that looked like a bottle, and he was already thinking about how to show it off to the group of old men by the river who played chess every day.

Professor Wang doesn't like to go out.

But in order to show off, he can force himself.

This can be used together with lighting lamps, and was made by his disciple.

Those old guys were so envious of him.

Professor Wang was immersed in joy and couldn't extricate himself.

Father Song came over very vigilantly: "Yao'er, this lamp of yours can't sing, can it?"

Song Yao hummed and glanced at his father, still holding a grudge against what he said about his ugly arms:

"I already said I can't sing or dance. Dad, I'm not an idiot. I remember everything you said."

Professor Wang: "What did he say?"

The child immediately complained: "I want to give my toy that can sing, dance and light up to my master. My father said that my master doesn't like that kind of toy."

He pursed his lips, and now that he thought about it, he still felt aggrieved for his toy:

"Dad also said it was ugly, but it was obviously not ugly at all. We have been working on it for a long time."

Professor Wang glanced at the student disapprovingly:

"How can you say the toys they made are ugly."

He decided to have a good talk with Father Song about how to raise children.

Even if the toy made by the child is really ugly, you can't tell it. It's already amazing that such an older child can make something, so encouragement should always be the main thing.

As ugly as it is, why can't he tolerate even this ugliness? He has endured the other party's stupid behavior for so long.

After catching Professor Wang's gaze, Father Song miraculously understood what he meant: "..."

If it weren't for the fear of scaring the teacher's heart, I would have wanted to show him that hand.

Professor Wang finished scolding Song's father with his eyes, and then comforted Song Yao:

"Your father is not very discerning. Don't pay attention to him. Master thinks that everything you make is very good."

Song Yao was proud.

Hehe, he just said it.

Although he had just been killed by his eyes, Song’s father still stood up very strongly:

"Yao'er, as I promised before, we have to try the things you want to give to Master in the yard."

After experiencing the first few times, he no longer expects his children's aesthetics to be normal.

Then we can only strictly control it.

Song Yao was a little reluctant: "But it can only be used once..."

Although he did it the first time and it was easy to do the second time, it also cost him a lot of money.

But it’s something you promised yourself, and you have to do it when you promise.

The child was so troubled that he went to see his father pitifully.

Dad Song: "...I'll buy you the materials for the next one."

Although I feel sorry for the money.

But compared with money, teachers are more important.

Knowing that the next ingredient was available, Song Yao was instantly happy and raised a smile:

"Okay! Then let's do the interview in the yard!"

Hehe, he has never tried it himself. Once completed, it should be able to replicate the effect mentioned in the tutorial. Children are also looking forward to it.

He looked up at the blue sky, feeling a little regretful:

"It's a pity that it's daytime now, it would be better if it was nighttime."

Dad Song: "What will happen at night?"

Song Yao vowed: "Dad, do you know there is a saying, it's as bright as day! My flashing light will do! So when Master has a nightmare, as long as he turns it on, the whole room will be as bright as day, and Master will I won’t be afraid anymore!”

In fact, Professor Wang is not afraid when he wakes up from a nightmare: "..."

He struggled for a few seconds and finally decided not to undermine the child's self-confidence.

Father Song always felt a bit unreliable: "You won't hurt your master, right? He is quite old."

"Will not!"

Song Yao patted her chest and assured: "It has no long-term harm!"

This is also marked on the tutorial, saying it will not cause long-term harm.

This kind of lighting technology is generally used when spacecraft are flying in space. It is said that the lighting effect is first-rate.

Unfortunately, he couldn't find such a big spaceship to install the lights, so he had to resort to bottles.

And the way to open it is very simple and crude.

The child struggled to pick up the bottle. While trying to lift it up, he turned to Professor Wang and said:

"Master, this is very simple to use. You just need to lift it up like this and throw it out——"

--boom! !

After a loud noise, a blinding whiteness appeared in front of the eyes of several people in the yard.

Before they even had time to react, a white light flashed before their eyes, and then they couldn't see anything anymore.

Song Yao was so frightened that she cried.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, Dad, Brother Yuanjiang, I can’t see, uuuuuuuu..."

Father Song couldn't see him either. He closed his eyes subconsciously and searched for his son's direction to hug him:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay, it's okay."

Zhao Xiaodong was also frightened and cried. Yuan Jiang touched him with his eyes closed. He had good ears and touched Zhao Xiaodong easily.

Then I heard Dad Song asking Professor Wang: "Teacher? Are you okay?"

Professor Wang didn't even react: "I'm fine. Hey, why can't I see?"

Song Yao realized now that it was the flashing light he made that made everyone blind.

Panic suddenly occupied his entire little heart.

The child's mind went blank when he thought about the harm he had caused to so many people, and he hid in his father's arms in fear and cried even harder:

"Uuuuuuuuuah, what should I do? There shouldn't be long-term harm, it shouldn't be..."

If the producer were here, he would definitely be laughed at.

Why is a course specifically labeled as causing no long-term harm?

That must be because there has been short-term damage before.

It's just that the damage is too insignificant, so there is no standard. As long as you have driven a spaceship to play, who has not been blinded by the light of the spaceship?

Although this kind of light can blind people for a short time, it has no side effects and will heal naturally after a few minutes, so interstellar people can adapt to it.

But Song Yao obviously couldn't adapt.

He was immersed in the fear that I would make everyone blind, and he cried so hard that he couldn't help but cry.

Father Song is trying to comfort his son:

"Don't cry yet. Let's go find our neighbor and ask him to take us to the hospital. The doctor will definitely cure us."

Yuan Jiang was relatively calm: "High-intensity bright light can indeed temporarily blind people, and it should be possible to recover in a few minutes."

After hearing that he could recover in a few minutes, Song Yao sobbed a few times and became hopeful:

"Really, suck, really?"

"real."

Yuanjiang was very sure: "I have seen flash bombs explode, and this is almost the effect."

Zhongzhou's drug reserves are not large, and they still have to import them from abroad. However, Yuan Jiang has led a team to fight against people from other countries, so he is still very clear about this.

Professor Wang is still out of sorts:

"What's going on? You can't see it? Hey, whose head is this? It's so prickly."

Zhao Xiaodong buried his head in brother Yuan Jiang's arms aggrievedly: "Master, it's mine."

Yuan Jiang patted his back comfortingly and blinked:

"I have regained some of my vision now. It seems that the effect is indeed similar to that of flash bombs, except that it does not cause tinnitus. The other effects are no different from..."

etc……

The soldier who was talking suddenly stopped.

The vision in his eyes gradually recovered, and the appearance of the small courtyard gradually became clearer.

Soon, they saw Song Yao who was crying with tears on his face, Song's father who was secretly crying even though he thought he was blind, Zhao Xiaodong in his arms, and... Professor Wang who was still out of state.

Then, Yuan Jiang's eyes fell on the bottle on the ground.

Something like flash, light, and bomb.

This is a flash.