Chapter 67 (Chapter 67 (210,000 Nutrients...)

Professor Wang did not avoid the two children when he was telling them the knowledge.

He thought it was good to let them listen now, because smart children need to learn more to understand how to protect themselves.

However, Song Yao did not understand the good intentions of his master at all.

He sat on a small stool and listened for a while, and he could not help but yawn.

Zhao Xiaodong did not feel sleepy at first, but when he saw him yawning, he could not help but yawn as well.

Then the two children were like a competition, yawning one after another and could not stop at all.

Professor Wang: "..."

Song's father criticized them seriously: "Didn't you sleep well last night? Why do you yawn so much?"

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

He couldn't help it either, and yawned one too.

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

Professor Wang: "... Forget it, you go into the room and read the book, you can understand it, right?"

Song Yao immediately became energetic when he heard about reading the book.

The child looked at the master with shining eyes:

"I can understand it! We like reading books very much!"

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

Professor Wang thought about it and it was true. Although they were still two children, they must have learned to read books a lot because they made the cicada machine.

"Okay, let's go and have a look. It's in the innermost room. You can read any books in it."

After getting permission, the two children went there happily.

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

It is said that some of them were brought back from abroad.

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

After opening the door of the study and seeing the scene in front of them, the two children stood there in a daze and made a "wow" sound.

The study was not particularly large, at least not as large as the county government, and there were not as many books as the county government.

But what was different was that this study was very bright.

Books were neatly arranged on the wall, and because they were placed all the way up, there was a long ladder next to it. In the middle of the room was a long table that looked heavy, with some books and paper and pens scattered on it.

The two sides of the study were almost all made of glass, and it was because of these glasses that the room looked so bright.

The sun shone in slightly, shining on the potted plants next to the bookcase, and everything seemed quiet and beautiful.

The children who had never seen a similar room layout were stunned.

Even Yuan Jiang glanced around the room with surprise.

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

Yes, it's beautiful.

The first intuitive feeling this study gave him was that it was beautiful.

As long as he thought that he would step into this room, he was very excited and happy.

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

"Come in."

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

He didn't take a nap in the first place, and if he heard the two children chattering about the contents of the book, he might really fall asleep.

Zhao Xiaodong followed in happily.

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."

"Me too!"

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

Zhao Xiaodong nodded repeatedly.

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

To be precise, it was Song Yao who did not forget.

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

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

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

Professor Wang's collection of books is really not ordinary books.

Song Yao wanted to read this book and that book.

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

He had one book in his left hand and one book in his right hand. When he was struggling to make a decision, he looked up and saw the book on the top layer.

"Ah!"

Song Yao was very surprised and hurried to ask Zhao Xiaodong to look:

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

Zhao Xiaodong tried to look at it for a few seconds and nodded in surprise:

"That's it!"

Song Yao was very happy.

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

Song Yao felt sorry for a while at that time.

Unexpectedly, he saw this book so soon.

The child was so happy that he wanted to climb the ladder to get it. Zhao Xiaodong hurried to help him hold the ladder.

Song Yao climbed to the top and looked at this heavy book that was bigger than his face. He happily stretched out his hand and took it down with difficulty.

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

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

Song Yao slowly walked down the stairs and bent down to pick it up.

When he took it in his hand, he 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 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 was so excited to draw the design 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 nowadays are really scary, they can't understand it at all.

It makes people want to doze off just by listening to it.

Unlike his wife...well, when his wife told him these things, he also wanted to doze off.

But this didn't stop him from missing his wife.

Professor Wang looked up at the sky, his eyes showing sadness.

Looking up and up...

He fell asleep.