What, the golden finger can't open the two protagonists!

"Come on, everyone, read with me! The moonlight is shining in front of the bed, so the ground hurts!" The old man with the responsibility of "teacher" was in the middle of talking, and the book was thrown away, no, bamboo slips.

"When we enlighten young children?!" Ling Chao murmured.

"That's right! I won't teach you not to fool people." Ni Tunshen echoed his wife.

"Yes..." Ao Wushu, who had almost fallen asleep, was lying in Ao Zhizhi's arms and echoed casually.

"Hehe." Ni Zhen'ai and Mrs. Fu turned their eyes coldly.

"No! This can be interpreted in this way! Let me listen to the old man!" He quickly argued.

"Okay, I forgive you once." A certain (yi) proud (bing) Jiao (huan) hummed again.

"Yes, I forgive you once." You are a close machine.

"Say it quickly." Brave yourself up.

"Heh." Cherish words like gold.

"Look. The bright moonlight in front of the bed can be interpreted as meditating under the moon at night. So there is frost on the ground, which can be translated as absorbing the aura of the earth veins. Looking up at the bright moon, it can be translated as looking at the moon to get its essence. Looking down at the hometown, isn't the hometown It’s beautiful, so it can be translated as avoiding demons!” the old senior said.

"Broad is broad, powerful and powerful! This can be done!" I like your wit. . .

The peaceful (?) campus life passed slowly like this.