Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 308

The golden crow soars a hundred feet high.

Its brilliance shines brightly across the heavens.

Qianqing clapped blindly: "Great, Aoao baby is talented in literature."

I broke out in a cold sweat: "Aoao baby? How did you even think of that? Did you write the poem?" If you did, I'll admire you.

Ao Ao lowered his head, his voice barely audible...

"I can't hear you." I really can't hear you; I didn't mean to cause trouble. But why did your arrogant smile suddenly disappear, and why did you give me an accusing look before sadly lowering your head?

I don't think I bullied him!

"Yi, ...be careful, you'll scare him."

Bah! As my son, he should treat thunder as music and lightning as candlelight.

"Yes-yes-yes-also-no-yes."

"What did you say, a tongue twister?" If you can't speak fluently, you should organize your words and speak slowly. If you're going to repeat words, you might as well not speak at all, otherwise you'll never correct this habit. I'm truly impressed!

Qianqing put Qianqian down and squatted in front of her baby boy: "Aoao is very good, no rush. Mommy is asking if Aoao wrote the poem himself."

"Yes—yes and no."

Qianqian replied, "It was the Grand Tutor who changed it."

Talkativeness is annoying, especially for girls.

"What is the original version?" If the skill level is good, they'll send you to be an ugly monster; if the skill level is bad, they'll just hang out with your inferior father.

“Ao’ao, Mother asked Ao’ao where he is. Ao’ao reads the poem to Mother again. Mother likes Ao’ao’s recitation very much.”

Watching Qianqing and Aoao interact, I suddenly began to doubt the intelligence of a child this age. Was I just born stupid, or is someone else's child just smart?

"Cold is light-headed and light-headed."

The ice is neither resting nor refusing to stop.

Roll up the curtain and light the candle in the east window.

Raise the dew at the south gate.

I'm too lazy to get out of bed.

Sleeping away without worries

Everything has a source.

There is no love left after separation.

After Ao Ao finished reading, he looked at me hesitantly. What could I say? If he hadn't read the beginning, I would have thought his doggerel was pretty good. But why did you have to put the good part out first? I could only tell the truth: "Your poem is still better, Grand Tutor." That guy has been around for so many years, even a few lines he spouts are masterpieces.

"Ao Ao writes well."

"Okay, your baby boy is a genius."

"Yi, Ao Ao is still young."

I was already famous overseas when I was his age. "Hmm."

"Ao Ao—also feels—that the Grand Tutor wrote well."

I nodded, finding it rare that he still had self-awareness.

"Father!" Qianqian called out anxiously to Qianqing.

Qianqing picked up the baby girl and comforted Qianqian, who was about to cry again.

Sigh! If I'm gone, who will you rely on? Qianqing will be buried sooner or later, and I can't protect you for a lifetime.

"Father, let's go back. Qianqian doesn't like it." She hugged Qianqing's neck, secretly glancing at me.

"I like it, fly back yourself." Don't expect me to turn back.

Qianqing looked at me with a troubled expression. I shrugged and told her that it was impossible for her to compromise.

Qianqing lowered her head and coaxed Qianqian, "How about in a little while? Look, Mother likes it, Brother likes it, and Qianqian wants to like it too."

The little boy said stubbornly, "No, I want to go back. I want to eat sweet cakes. I want to play with Sister Yingying."

Aoao tentatively peeled a sunflower seed and placed it in my hand. I immediately leaned down, opened my mouth, and the kernel from Aoao's hand fell into my mouth. Aoao smiled contentedly.

"Keep trying." Good habits need to be cultivated. I lay there, idly reading Qianqing.

"Qianqian, let Daddy make it for you when we get back, okay?"

"Oh no, Father doesn't love me anymore, Father doesn't want Qianqian anymore, Father doesn't love Qianqian anymore."

My mother's lines have all been copied.

Ao Ao handed me a piece of apple, and I chewed it as if it were my delicate nose. No wonder women all want to have sons; there's a reason for it. It's different when someone loves you than when someone competes for your affection.

"Qianqian wants to go back, Qianqian wants to go back."

Qianqing looked at me hesitantly. I kissed my dear baby boy, raised my noble hooves, and gazed at the ocean, at the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans.

"Yi, let's go back."