Chapter 202： Warmth

Chapter 202 Warmth

Indicating the young man to sit back on the chair, Jiang Li asked with a soft smile.

“So…story…”

Song Xuan thought carefully, and although his words were broken and broken, he fully expressed what he wanted to say.

"Mom, mom! Brother Xuanxuan wants to hear mom tell stories!"

Before Jiang Li could say anything, Xiao Mingwei raised her little **** cutely to translate for her mother.

“I also know that brother Xuanxuan wants to hear mom tell stories!”

Naituanzi Minghan is not to be outdone.

“Little clever devils, mommy knows, and mommy is going to tell you a story.”

Rubbing the twin's head, Jiang Li's fox eyes were full of smiles. She sat on the back chair next to the three cubs and the boy, and said softly: "What's the name of the story I'm going to tell today? Let me think about it. think…"

Pretending to think, Jiang Li crossed her arms with one hand and tapped her chin with her index finger. Suddenly, her eyes lit up: "I thought of it!" Hearing her suddenly raised voice, Xuan Xuan and Xiao Mingrui's eyes lit up immediately. .

"What I'm going to talk about now is "Tadpole Painting". The story goes like this: There are many tadpoles in the pond. They swim in the water and flick their tails. They are very beautiful!"

Naituanzi Minghan asked at this time: "Mom, are the tadpoles playing?"

“No!” Jiang Li shook her head, her voice clear and gentle: “They are using their long and thin tails as paintbrushes to do their homework seriously!”

Xiao Mingwei blinked her **** grape-like eyes and exclaimed: "It turns out that tadpoles use their tails to do their homework!"

Jiang Li smiled and nodded, and she continued to tell the story: "The tadpoles wrote and wrote, and they wrote lines of poems without format."

"Mom, Mom, is the poem you mentioned just like the poem you taught Weiwei and her eldest and second brothers to memorize, 'There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground. Look up at the moon, lower your head to miss your hometown.' Is it the same poem?" "

Jiang Li: "Weiwei is so smart! But the poems written by the tadpoles have no format."

Naitanzi Minghan glared at her sister: "Mom has already told me that the tadpoles wrote lines of poems without format. Weiwei, didn't you listen carefully?"

“I listened carefully. But the poems written by the tadpoles have no format, and they are also poems. Mom, don’t you think that’s right?” Xiao Mingwei looked at her mother a little aggrievedly.

"Yes." Jiang Li answered in the affirmative, and then she said with a smile: "There are many formats of poetry. When you go to elementary school, the teacher will teach you, such as: five-character quatrains, five-character rhymed poems, seven-character quatrains, It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand it now. I’ll explain it to you later when I have time, okay?”

"good!"

Ruirui and Song Xuan responded in unison.

Jiang Li smiled softly and continued to tell the story: "The tadpoles continued to draw and draw, creating a pool of painting fans who couldn't figure out the answer to the riddle."

“Weiwei knows what a riddle is!” Xiao Mingwei said cutely: “Bright and bright, bright and bright, a ball of fire hangs in the sky. It stays short in winter and long in summer. It’s the sun!”

Naituanzi Minghan snorted: "Mom said this, and you're not the only one who knows it!"

“But I didn’t say I was the only one who knew?!”

Xiao Mingwei didn't understand why her second brother would choke with her from time to time. As if she wanted to deliberately anger her brother Minghan, she said in a sweet voice: "Sometimes it's round, sometimes it's curved, sometimes it's curved, sometimes it comes out at night, Sometimes I can’t see it at night…”

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(End of this chapter)