mynovelweb Chapter 322 Plastic English
Chapter 322 Plastic English
Guangtao was freezing cold and secretly blamed the reporter for his poor hearing and slow legs, why he hadn't come to him yet...
Fortunately, I finally heard the person asking, "Hello, fellow, excuse me, may I ask what you are doing?"
Gu Guangtao pretended to be cool and threw his scarf behind him and replied, "I am experiencing the situation described in the poem in person, which helps me understand and remember it better."
After that, I heard him continue to recite the words he had memorized eight hundred times: "A few plum blossoms bloom alone in the corner of the wall in the cold. I know it is not snow because of the subtle fragrance."
Combined with the way he shook his head, it really looked like that. In any case, Wantong was frightened.
He said excitedly, "My fellow countryman, to be honest, I am a photography enthusiast. I am very moved by your spirit of learning. Can you allow me to take a photo of you as a souvenir?"
Gu Guangtao was excited inside, but nodded modestly to indicate "yes."
While Wantong was fiddling with the camera, he hurriedly wiped his nose with a scarf, spat into his hands and tidied his hair. When the other person looked up, he instantly returned to his composure.
After taking the photos, the two sides introduced themselves to each other, and Gu Guangtao kindly invited the other party to sit at his home for a while. The main reason was that he was so cold that his upper and lower teeth were chattering when he spoke.
Wantong also felt a little cold, so he agreed without much hesitation. On the way there, he chatted with him about an old comrade he had just met.
He said that the old man had invited him so warmly, but he was more curious about Guangtao at that time, so he politely declined. Now thinking that it was a bit impolite, he emphasized that next time they met, he would definitely go to the other party's house and sit for a while to express his gratitude.
Gu Guangtao was gloating. How could he not know the situation at Uncle Gu's home? It was estimated that he couldn't even put together a complete book.
In the first half of his life, Uncle Gu's favorite thing besides his family was the old cow. In the second half of his life, he added acting.
But he felt that he still hadn't learned the essence of it. He was not like him, who also pursued meticulousness in details. No matter who came to his house, they would not find any faults.
The two walked to a small courtyard and noticed that a wall was built in the courtyard. Wantong asked curiously what was going on.
Of course, Gu Guangtao would not say that his father disliked him for being too noisy and deliberately separated the yard after the family division because he was annoyed by his nagging every day.
I simply explained, "There are many brothers and sisters in our family, so this design seems fair and reasonable."
Wantong's family is also large and they quarrel all the time. He not only expressed his understanding, but also agreed and said, "This method is good. It can avoid many conflicts caused by uneven distribution. We just don't have a yard. Otherwise, I would like to ask my parents for reference."
Gu Guangtao secretly glanced at him. The other party's expression did not seem fake. He couldn't help but criticize in his heart, with such a brain, he still wanted to be a reporter? Are you sure you won't be cheated and still help others count money?
His wife Liu Xiaohua just happened to come out and when she saw her man's attire, she was about to scold him for being cocky, but she received a look from him.
As the saying goes, "People from the same family stick together." If either of the young couple was reliable, Gu Mingxin would never have brought his grandchildren to his side to raise them himself.
Liu Xiaohua also noticed the person following her at this time. She saw the camera hanging clearly around the other person's neck and immediately guessed the other person's identity.
She changed her expression and asked gently, "Dad, did you go out to recite poetry again? Are you frozen? Come into the house and warm up. Hey, who is this?"
Gu Guangtao shuddered inexplicably, and then introduced, "This is Wantong, a photographer. He came to our village for a stroll. I think we get along well, so I invited him to my home. Hua'er, go warm up a pot of wine, and we'll have a couple of drinks later."
Wantong quickly refused and said, "Don't bother, I will go back to town in a while and won't disturb you."
"Oh no! That won't work. As the saying goes, 'It is a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar.' If you don't want to stay, do you look down on us country folk?"
"how come!"
Gu Guangtao comforted the restless Wan Tong, "Just sit still. There are tractors in the village. Even if it snows heavily, I can still take you to town safely."
After saying that, he turned around and ordered, "Don't forget to cook two more dishes."
"Okay!" Liu Xiaohua agreed and walked out. As she walked out, she gritted her teeth and muttered, "Gu Guangtao, you are so good. As soon as there are outsiders, you put on airs in front of me. Humph, wait until everyone leaves, and see how I will deal with you."
Here Wantong is visiting the so-called study room, which is actually specially arranged by Gu Mingxin for his grandchildren. He thought that education should start from childhood, so that they can see books all the time and receive cultural influence anytime and anywhere.
But now it has become a "prop" for Gu Guangtao to show off.
He has a son and a daughter. His son is 10 years old and his daughter is 8 years old.
It is said that sons resemble their fathers and daughters resemble their mothers. No matter how hard Gu Mingxin tries, he is bound to be influenced by his unruly parents who stay with him every day.
The little girl was relatively steady. When Gu Guangtao's son ran in and saw a stranger, he reacted quickly. He knew that his father was fine and would never let anyone take advantage of him.
In addition, he had recently heard villagers talking about a reporter coming to visit, so he rolled his eyes and deliberately shouted, "Dad, I learned a few more English words. Do you want to listen?"
Gu Guangtao glared at him, meaning that enough is enough.
But his son was always in the spotlight, and asked Wantong next to him, "Who are you? Do you know that Yingge was exhausted to death?"
"Who?"
Gu Guangtao had a headache and said embarrassedly, "It's just a naughty child, please don't be offended."
Then he warned his son, "Doudou, didn't your grandfather say he would help you review your lessons for next semester? Go quickly, or you'll get scolded if you're late."
"Grandpa is reciting poetry and has no time to teach me."
Gu Guangtao hurriedly explained, "My father is also a literature lover, so it can be considered a family tradition, haha..."
Wantong subconsciously showed an expression of admiration on his face.
Doudou was eager to show off his English skills. He ignored his father's glaring eyes and said to himself, "Hello, the person who bought your mother is Doudou. Do you want me to eat your mother?"
To be honest, Wantong was quite confused...
Gu Guangtao covered his face. At this moment, he seemed to understand his father's feelings. This bad son was so embarrassing.
Fortunately, the younger daughter responded with clear pronunciation, "My brother is asking you, 'My name is DouDou, what is your name?'"
Doudou didn't think there was any difference between what he said and what his sister said. He just thought that the other party, as a reporter, didn't understand that Yingge was exhausted to death, which was really stupid.
This made him full of confidence but at the same time he lost interest in getting close to others.
Then he patted the other person's shoulder like a little adult and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Remember to learn more when you go back. My grandfather said that practice makes perfect. No need to thank me. Yes, there are foreign subjects."
I heard the little girl next to me act as an interpreter again and said, "You're wele."
Wantong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he still replied seriously, "Three grams of oil."
OK, it's confirmed, we all speak plastic English, so don't laugh at each other...