After Guoguo went to take a shower, Aunt Thirteen sat in the living room and ate ice cream with relish like a little girl.
If the little girl was there, she would definitely not be able to bear to see her mother eating while she herself did not.
But she had it again tonight.
It’s the best time for Aunt Thirteen to eat this.
"What are you thinking about?" Aunt Thirteen asked Yang Fan while eating, "About sending the calligraphy."
Yang Fan placed one leg across Thirteen's legs and lay down with his head on the edge of the sofa: "I'll write you a song later, you can handle it yourself."
Thirteenth Aunt's eyes lit up: "What genre is it?"
Yang Fan said: "Miscellaneous ancient poems."
Thirteenth Aunt is more looking forward to ancient poetry. It’s not that modern poetry is bad, but it’s too straightforward and doesn’t have that much charm when you appreciate it.
What people love most is ancient poetry, which is very thought-provoking.
Throughout the long history of mankind, which spans thousands of years, countless poets have emerged.
The poets whose works are passed down from generation to generation are all extremely outstanding.
If you are not excellent, you will not be able to stand out from the crowd.
Especially in ancient times, because "all things are inferior, only reading is superior", many people really studied seriously.
Unlike now, people are impetuous and go with the flow.
In modern times, reading good books is no longer the only way out for common people.
As a result, ancient poets were masters of language use.
When they write poetry, they will take into account many characteristics of the language, and combined with the rhythmic requirements of poetry itself, the poetry they create are mostly excellent works of language use.
Their poems can provide a lot of inspiration to future generations in terms of conveying emotions and expanding artistic conception.
Thirteenth Aunt is not a student of literature, but she has the level and foundation to appreciate ancient poetry.
"I heard from Qianqian that it only took you more than an hour to write 'Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng'?" asked Aunt Thirteen.
"I'm ashamed. It took me more than an hour to write only over 700 words." Yang Fan was very ashamed. That was dictation.
I remember that in his previous life, when he wrote a love letter to his girlfriend online, it took him more than 2,000 words in an hour, and he wrote it on the fly.
Make up about your recent experiences and your recent thoughts.
"I can't write even one sentence like that in my lifetime." Aunt Thirteen praised Yang Fan generously: "You are great!"
"Is it great?" Yang Fan asked.
"Great!" Aunt Thirteen repeated. After a pause, she threw Yang Fan's legs off her knees and said, "Be serious."
"Okay." Yang Fan stood up: "I'm going to take a shower."
After he finished his shower, Guoguo also finished her shower and sat in the living room watching TV, smelling fragrant.
"Guoguo, I won't tell you a bedtime story tonight. How about I teach you a song?" Yang Fan sat down in front of the piano.
Guoguo didn't answer, as if he didn't hear it.
After Aunt Thirteen turned off the TV, she replied, "Okay!"
After saying that, he ran to sit with Yang Fan.
So, the residents downstairs heard the long-lost singing again.
"Auntie is killing sheep, why are you looking at the hens? Daddy is killing sheep, cheer for him, shout loudly, have you finished killing sheep, you should be a man, you can't touch it, touch it yourself, pervert, pervert..."
A little annoying, but also a little willing to listen.
The residents downstairs felt very conflicted.
In the past few months, I have heard singing and children's voices from upstairs from time to time. Sometimes I feel happy, and sometimes I feel upset.
Aunt Thirteen sat on the sofa, listening to Yang Fan teaching his daughter a song while he was sitting in front of the piano in the corner. The feeling of being a family of three was really good.
In the future, it must be a family of four, five, or even six.
Donggua and Dingdang were also listening. If they had ears, they would have their ears pricked up.
Learn from humans, observe humans, and strive to prepare to break out of the earth, out of the solar system, and even out of the Milky Way.
Anyway, there is a long life to wait.
As long as their core components are not damaged, the batteries can be replaced at will.
Core components can also be copied, and their data, memory, and intelligence can be transferred.
"Dingdang, human beings' creativity is amazing. I can't create these things. They are too difficult." Donggua, squatting in a corner of the living room, silently communicated with Dingdang online by typing.
Aunt Thirteen has a bad temper, so Donggua and Dingdang dare not say anything careless.
Normally, they would not speak unless Aunt Thirteen called them.
Even when they saw the stunning scenes in the living room last night, they didn't utter a word of admiration.
Because they felt that even if they were praising them, making any sound would disturb Sister Thirteen and Brother Yang Fan's good deeds, and would definitely not end well.
If Sister Thirteen stopped charging them, they might soon fall into eternal sleep.
Watermelon can help them charge, but the watermelon is not here.
"So we have to study." Dingdang answered Donggua as a matter of course.
"But I heard from Sister Twelve that our components are insignificant compared to the human brain. The human brain is infinitely large and can carry, learn and create. We can only carry and learn, and we do not have the ability to create for the time being." Donggua said.
"Human civilization has been developing for thousands of years, how long have we been around?" Dingdang said.
"Yeah, we've only been here a few years." Donggua became confident again.
Aunt Thirteen was watching Yang Fan and his daughter teaching each other to sing when a message came from her cell phone.
She picked it up and took a look.
It's news from grandma.
She was asking about a calligraphy request.
Taking advantage of her colleague's request for a calligraphy, she also wanted to see another immortal appear.
"Xiaofan said later. He is teaching Guoguo to sing songs now." Aunt Thirteen replied to grandma.
"How late can it be? I'm old and can't wait." The old lady sighed.
"You should go to bed early and don't wait any longer. You can't run away." Thirteen replied to the old lady.
"After you get the calligraphy, remember to send it to me as soon as possible." The old lady instructed Aunt Thirteen.
"I see." Aunt Thirteen was not very willing to chat with Grandma.
The old lady also knew this and didn't say anything more.
She really wanted to see which elder Yang Fan would choose to write an inscription for.
After teaching Guoguo the song for about twenty minutes, Yang Fan asked the little girl to go back to her room to sleep.
"Dad, it's a little early." The little girl didn't want to go to bed yet, it was only nine o'clock.
"You can eat ice cream when you wake up after a nap. Don't you want to sleep?" Yang Fan asked.
The little girl's eyes sparkled: "Sleep, I sleep!"
After saying that, the little girl ran back to the room, climbed onto the bed and lay down.
If you can have ice cream after taking a nap, you must sleep.
Otherwise, just sitting and waiting would be a bit painful.
Yang Fan was very relieved to see Guoguo sleeping soundly.
What an enviable age.
They treat toys as friends, but adults treat friends as toys.
Aunt Thirteen didn't go back to the house, but sat in the living room waiting for Yang Fan to come out.
"I'm going to the study to write." After coming out, Yang Fan said to Aunt Thirteen.
Aunt Thirteen quickly stood up and followed.
"Can I stand by and watch?" she asked Yang Fan from behind.
"Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" came into the world under the watchful eyes of Liu Qianqian and Liu Yueyue, and Thirteenth Aunt also wanted to witness the emergence of immortality with her own eyes.
"Okay." Yang Fan didn't refuse.
In the study.
There were no study treasures, only a gel pen and a small notebook.
Yang Fan sat down on the chair.
After looking at Aunt Thirteen, he began to write.