Chapter 160 Chapter 160

"It's just a possibility, let's discuss it..." Xiu Zhi smiled lightly: "There is only one possibility - your saber cut into my stomach." Xiao Lin laughed loudly when he heard the words, he stretched out his hand and patted Xiu Zhi's shoulder: "Mr. Xiu Zhi, your answer is exactly what I thought, I didn't misread you. I didn't misread you." Xiu Zhi nodded slightly: "Then I'll take it as a joke. How exactly do you plan to get the plot of the Dianjiangtai part?" "Let's take a step first, no matter what, there will always be a way. Come, please drink tea."

Mingyue in another room opened the copybook of Xiaolin’s eldest daughter Dongya, and looked at the neatly written Chinese poems written by the child: goose, The song item sings to the sky, White hair floating in green water, Anthurium dials the clear wave. She couldn't help smiling, and Dong Ya looked at her and asked, "What are you laughing at?" Six-year-old Dong Ya was born and raised in Fengtian. Except for her parents, she spoke Chinese with everyone else, so she had a strong local accent: "What" does not say "what", say "what"; "like" is called "rare"; "comfortable" is called "dejin";

Mingyue said: "I also know a Japanese who also wrote this poem." Noriko Kobayashi asked, "Are you also in Fengtian? Do we know each other?" "It's my classmate when I was studying in Japan. His name is Zhengnan." "It's rare to remember." "This classmate is very interesting and we get along very well, so I am very impressed." "What do you think of Dongya's words? Don't be polite, please tell me frankly." "The handwriting is beautiful. I'm at this age, and I can't write as well as Dong Ya."

"I heard that the Chinese teachers who teach writing are very strict. Is that true?" Ji Zi asked. "Standing behind you, you are writing, and he pulls out your pen from behind. It's fine if you can't pull it out, even if you hold the pen firmly. If you pull it out, he will take the pen away..." "It's for slapping, isn't it?" "It was very heavy." Mingyue said. Ji Zi laughed, she was doing a piece of cross-stitch in her hand, most of it was completed, it should look like a Luoyang peony.Some elements of Chinese taste can be seen everywhere in this family: the Tang Sancai on the table, the Huangshan ink painting hanging on the wall, the poems copied by the little girl and her local accent, and the embroidered pictures of the hostess... Mingyue I thought to myself, it is always pleasant to have a culture being curious and appreciated by another nation, but one thing makes me somewhat uneasy: this is a military family.Although they were elegant, kind and courteous, when this lovely girl's father went out, like many Japanese soldiers Mingyue had seen, he was dressed in military uniform, mighty and arrogant, with a saber and pistol.In this place that doesn't belong to them.

... When Xiuzhi and Mingyue came out of Xiaolin's house, it was already dark. Mingyue opened the car window, and the small south wind with the aroma of Sophora japonica flowers was gently blowing into the car, sweet and moist. Xiu Zhi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "When I was seven years old, I fought with someone for the first time." She turned to look at him: "with whom?" "A senior. Three grades older than me." "Why fight?" "That guy, obviously he has lunch, but he insists on making every child honor him. If anyone brings grilled eel or fried chicken legs, he has to eat them."