When the second voice sounded.

Everyone followed the sound with curious eyes.

For them.

I don't know what the poem in Nakayama Pass means.

Don't say you know what it means.

They didn't even listen.

So when I heard that there were still people who knew this poem.

They were all surprised.

But.

When I saw Yang Nan with a serious face, reading poems with Zhongshan with his cherry mouth open.

The surprise in everyone's eyes couldn't help but turn into shock.

Even Mr. Huang.

also looked at Yang Nan with shocked eyes.

Mr. Huang thinks he is very knowledgeable.

But he had to admit it.

For the poems spoken by Zhongshan, he can only understand the meaning.

As for where the poem came from and who wrote it.

He didn't know either.

But even he was unfamiliar with poetry.

Now Yang Nan is very skillful and follows Zhongshan to speak.

Even listen to the poetry contained in it.

Yang Nan, who is only eleven or twelve years old, is even more colorful than Zhongshan.

This made Mr. Huang how not to be shocked.

It's just a poem.

Zhongshan looked at the camera again and said to Mr. Huang with some surprise.

"Little Yellow... Did someone from your side recite this poem with me just now?".

Teacher Huang took a deep breath and nodded.

Then he pointed the lens of his mobile phone at Yang Nan.

"Zhong Lao, it was this little girl just now..."

"Good!".

When I saw Yang Nan's immature appearance.

Zhongshan nodded with satisfaction, and couldn't help but praise Yang Nan.

"You can know such a strange poem. "

"It's much better than those little girls in society now. "

“......"

Hear Nakayama's words.

Many of the viewers in the live broadcast room, who were parents, suddenly stepped down their faces.

Many of their children are the same age as Yang Nan.

As the saying goes.

There is no harm without comparison.

Look at Yang Nan.

was thrown here by Yang Xiu to live alone.

not only takes good care of himself, but also takes the initiative to practice martial arts by himself.

It's even special to memorize such a rare poem...

Look at your own children....

At the age of eleven or twelve, they didn't start to make up or something, and they were already Amitabha.

Just when many viewers made up their minds.

When his children come back, let them take a good look at Yang Nan.

Yang Nan looked at Zhongshan in the phone and said with a smile.

"Thank you grandfather for the compliment, this poem was taught to me by my father. "

Everyone: "......".

When I heard Yang Nan say.

This poem turned out to be when Yang Xiu taught her.

Except for Nakayama.

Everyone's brains went blank.

Throw your own girl here....

I also taught her poetry....

Why does this feel like it's standing up and standing up?!

However, Nakayama didn't know what had happened.

He nodded in satisfaction.

Such parents are qualified.

It's much better than the parents who know how to hold their phones now.

After praising Yang Xiu in his heart.

Zhongshan couldn't help but ask Yang Nan, "That's right, little girl." "

"Is your father there?".

"There's something I want to discuss with him. "

“......"

Hear Nakayama's question.

Yang Nan smiled and shook his head: "He's not here..."

"Oh..."

Nakayama nodded.

But I didn't pay too much attention to it, I just thought that the father of the little girl opposite was going out to run errands.

At this time, he just wanted to see if he could discuss it with the collectors of these armor weapons.

Let's see if we can ask the people from the institute to study it further.

Even if someone from their research institute used to do research.

Because at the time just now.

For these armors and weapons, Zhong Shan already had a vague guess in his heart.

But whether this guess is correct or not.

I can't see it through my phone.

Of course.

If these armor and weapons are collectors.

Able to take the initiative to hand over these things to the state.

Nakayama will definitely go crazy with joy.

But for this kind of thing, Nakayama didn't have hope in his heart.

After all, no one in this society is stupid...

With such a precious collection of cultural relics, how could he choose to exchange for those pennants.

As for the forced handing over of cultural relics.

Huaxia has not appeared for many years.

But just thinking about Nakayama.

Wait for the other party to come back and how to ask for it.

But I heard Yang Nan think about it: "The last time I saw my father was two years ago. "

"As for when he'll be back this time, I don't know. "

"But if you have something, grandpa, you can tell me~".

looked at Yang Nan's innocent appearance.

Zhongshan was slightly stunned: "That... Do you have any other elders at home?".

Yang Nan: "No, I'll live alone here." "

Nakayama: "You... Are you alone?".

"Little girl, wait for me to pick it up..."

"The last time your father came back was two years ago..."

"There are no other elders in the family... You live alone..."

"That is..."

"Little girl, you have lived here yourself for two years?!!!

".

“......"

looked at Nakayama, who was already stunned in his phone.

Yang Nan's little head tilted, her eyes narrowed into crescents and said, "That's right~".

Nakayama: "......

".

looked at Yang Nan's innocent appearance.

Nakayama almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

it!

Leave your daughter alone at home....

Why don't you go home once every two years?!

What a father like this...

I've never seen !! in my life

!

How old is this little girl!!

..........

The younger brother knelt down and begged for flowers, evaluations, and monthly pass !!

Data can make the difference between life and death for a new book.

So please give the little brother a little free data!

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