Chapter 2757 Capitalized Convinced

The little tree seedling opened her big black eyes and looked at her intently.

After she finished reciting it, the little tree seedling looked thoughtful: "The mandarin fish is fat? Is the mandarin fish particularly delicious? Dad..."

He tilted his head and looked at Gu Junzhu: "Dad, Dad, is there any mandarin fish here?"

Ye Xingbei: "..."

Such a poem with artistic conception, why does her son only remember the three words mandarin fish fat? !

Gu Junzhu laughed at Ye Xingbei's speechless expression.

He took the little sapling into his arms and rubbed his little head; "Let Brother Xiaochi and the others help you to see if there is mandarin fish. Mandarin fish is also called sweet-scented osmanthus fish. It is a freshwater fish. The main water systems are all distributed, and it is not a rare fish, if you are lucky, there may be real fish here."

Ye Xingbei: "..."

It's amazing my fifth master.

It's just a fish, but it can be said clearly and logically.

oh.

wrong.

Not a fish.

It is a type of fish.

"I'll recite poems," Ling Yue actively responded to Ye Xingbei's call: "When the sun shines, it's crimson and warm to see fish, and even the stream is green and dark to hide black at night. Huangtong and old people gather in Suixu. Although elks are not used to meeting people, apes You don’t need to call out when you hear the joy. Go home and talk to Cai Sanggu.”

Qin Junye scratched his head, "My grandfather taught me a poem before. The scales are fine and powdery, and the book is messy when I open the book. It seems to have slipped through the window, and the falling inkstone is like a flowing spring. Dive into the river map, swallow the hook B side. Mo Yanke The hyena is small, eat all the white apples."

Huo Zhongqi: "There is Jiayu in the south, which is full of steam. Gentlemen have wine, and guests are like Yan Yile.

There is Jiayu in the south, and Shanshan is full of steam. A gentleman has wine, and a guest is like a swallow.

In the south there is the sweet-scented eucalyptus, which is tired by sweet gourds. A gentleman has wine, and the guest is like Yan Sui.

Those who are elegant and elegant, come to think about it. A gentleman has wine, and the guest is swallowed and thoughtful. "

Ye Xingbei: "..."

I have never heard of many words, and I can’t write them!

Xueba is Xueba!

convinced.

The little tree seedling followed up with a smile: "The guest came from afar and left me a pair of carp, Hu'er cooked carp, and there was a ruler plain book in it.

Kneeling for a long time to read a plain book, what is it like in the book? The first word is to add a meal, and the second word is to remember each other. "

Ye Xingbei: "..."

Say extra meal!

Memorizing poems requires extra meals.

Anyway, her son just can't forget to eat!

The little tree seedling grabbed Gu Junzhu's hand and shook it, and said happily, "Dad, memorize poems and poems, but if you can't recite poems about fish, you are not allowed to eat fish at noon!"

"..." Ye Xingbei went crazy.

Who said that! ?

She just thinks that such a beautiful place is more suitable for reciting poems and prose, so that everyone reciting poems will add a bit of romanticism.

What does it have to do with eating? !

Her son is really hopeless!

The children have all recited poems, and of course Gu Wuye is not far behind.

If you can't recite it, don't you want to lose face in front of these children?

He touched the young tree seedling's face, opened his mouth and said, "I just drank Changsha water and ate Wuchang fish. Thousands of miles across the Yangtze River, my eyes are so clear."

Ye Xingbei: "..."

Eat Wuchang fish again!

What a grandpa!

"Wow, eating Wuchang fish again?" The little tree seedling looked up at Gu Junzhu, his eyes were as bright as stars, "Dad, is Wuchang fish delicious? Are there any Wuchang fish here?"

"You can't eat Wuchang fish today, so you can only go home to eat it," Gu Junzhu said: "Wuchang fish are distributed in medium-sized lakes in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River. This place is far away from the Yangtze River, so there will be no Wuchang fish."

"Oh," the little tree seedling blinked, "Dad, how about we go to the Yangtze River next time?"