Lying Win: My villains are all reborn

Chapter 153: See it with your own eyes (please support me in the third update, okay~)

"These are my uncle's cousins. My mother usually teaches them when she has time."

"No wonder, it doesn't look simple either. There is hope for our future in China."

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Before entering the hospital, Wen Nian heard lively voices coming from the courtyard.

The renovated house has two more rooms than before, and the courtyard wall has been raised by more than one meter, so it is no longer possible to directly see the courtyard from the outside.

But the sounds inside could be heard clearly.

Outside the courtyard, there were many good people who were leaning on the door of his courtyard to listen carefully to what was going on inside.

When Wen Nian and his daughter came back, they stepped aside and greeted her: "Wen Nian is finally back. There are many guests at your house, and they are talking to your children."

"Thank you everyone. I have something to do at home, so I won't entertain you."

Wen Nian smiled at everyone, pushed the cart to the courtyard door, and lightly pressed the door knocker: "Sheng'er, open the door."

"Mom is back. Grandparents, please sit down first."

When Jia Sheng heard his mother's voice, he happily greeted everyone and ran to the courtyard.

But he didn't notice that the old people behind him couldn't sit still at all.

When they heard that Wen Nian had arrived, everyone stood up with excitement and stepped out to follow.

Before he had walked a few steps, he saw the child opening the door and a thin and quiet figure pushing a cart in.

When the old people saw her, joy flashed in their eyes, and their whole bodies trembled with excitement.

They finally saw the real person.

This legendary figure who has been close to God for a long time and can break magical powers.

"Teacher Wen Nian, long time no see."

At this time Liuli's voice came from the old man, "I came here unexpectedly, I hope I didn't disturb you."

"Welcome Teacher Liuli."

Wen Nian looked in the direction of the sound, stopped the car, and reached out to pick up the girl sitting behind him.

"These seniors are..."

"I will introduce to Teacher Wen Nian..."

Following Liuli's introduction, Wen Nian quickly became acquainted with several seniors and came over.

Then everyone asked her questions in a familiar manner, and watched with their own eyes as she wrote an article with words that could not be expressed.

The old people were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.

"It would be great if Teacher Wen Nian could teach this skill to the next generation."

At this time, a hopeful voice sounded, "I just saw that your children seem to be able to copy what you wrote."

Wen Nian nodded: "My children can always copy it."

"Don't you seniors be able to copy?"

The old people looked at each other and finally shook their heads helplessly: "We have tried, but there is no way."

"Even if I copy it according to your instructions, there's nothing I can do."

"Yes, you should have seen that every time you send us an article, we can only take photos and present them in books."

Wen Nian blinked and looked at his eldest son: "Jia Sheng, prepare pen and paper. Mom will read you a passage. You can write it down and read it."

"good."

Jiasheng didn't know that there was something wrong with the world. He was at a loss listening to the conversation between the old people and his mother.

Suddenly being called upon by his mother, he instinctively agreed to go back to the house and get pen and paper.

"Mom, please read it."

"Come on, kid, sit down here and write, and write carefully."

Before Wen Nian could start, Mr. Zhuang moved his seat out of the way, sat the child on the stool, and then looked at Wen Nian, "Teacher Wen Nian, please."

Wen Nian was not polite to the old people and began to slowly read out an extremely simple poem:

"There is bright moonlight in front of my bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground; I look up at the bright moon, but I lower my head to think about my hometown."

Because she read slowly enough, as soon as she finished speaking, Jiasheng stopped writing and looked up at his mother: "Mom, have you finished reading?"

"Um."

Wen Nian nodded and looked at the elders in front of him questioningly...

(End of chapter)