child prodigy at eighty

Song Changhe thought he heard it wrong.

"The tape recorder, the box that can sing." Song Shiyu thought he didn't understand, and explained seriously.

Song Changhe pulled his son into his arms, and Xiao Si also squeezed over to let his father hug him.Father Song held his two youngest sons one by one, and asked seriously, "San'er, what do you want a tape recorder for?"

"I like it." Song Shiyu said simply, completely unaware of how unreasonable his request was.

Song Changhe has always doted on children, just like the second child wants football and he agrees as soon as he says it can be seen.Now which parent would buy that for their children, it would be better to pull a few feet of cloth with that money!But he agreed, but it was not so easy for him to get it.

But he really couldn't satisfy Xiao San'er's request, at least not now.However, he did not refuse directly and arbitrarily, but explained: "San'er, your father and I have raised seven yuan a month, and our family has to eat and dress, and buy you notebooks and ink. I know about that tape recorder." , I saw it in a department store. Let’s not talk about whether you want a ticket or not. The money alone costs more than 300 yuan. From now on, Dad saves 5 yuan a month. When he has enough money, can I buy it for you?"

Song Shiyu did the math, and it will be several years later when the money is enough. For the first time, he has a concept of money in his heart. It turns out that our family is so poor.

"Also, because this is an extra expense for you, your second brother has to buy bowls for a month in exchange for football. A football costs less than three yuan at most. Your radio is 100 times that of football. What do you get for it?" Papa Song explained After finishing how to buy a radio, I started to talk about the conditions.

Change?Song Shiyu looked at his father, and then at his second brother who was cleaning the pots and dishes, he hadn't thought about this yet. 100 times, sounds like an astronomical figure, if he does the dishes for 100 months...

Seeing that his son didn't speak, Song Changhe thought he was upset, "San'er, are you upset?"

Song Shiyu shook his head, "Dad, is it hard to earn 300 yuan?"

How can he answer this?Song Changhe was speechless for a moment.Saying it is difficult, it seems that I am very incompetent, it is not difficult to say, what I said just now seemed to fool the child, and finally said: "It is not particularly difficult, but it will take time."

Song Shiyu nodded, he knew it was difficult.

Papa Song thought his son's heart was hurt, so he gave him a dime, "Think about it, buy some popsicles with my brother."

Xiaosi was very happy when he heard that there were popsicles to eat, so he took Song Shiyu and ran outside.

Song Shiyu looked back and forth with a dime while walking, money is really a good thing.Oh, yes, and the odd ticket.

I couldn't help but think of that awesome tape recorder again. This is much more interesting than the loudspeaker I listen to every day. How on earth does it put the sound into it?

He wanted it, wanted it urgently, he felt that he couldn't wait for a few years.

Two children, one big and one small, licked the popsicles one bite at a time and walked on the street, reaping a lot of envious halazi.why?Because they eat cream popsicles that cost a nickel.This is a luxury item among popsicles. Most people are reluctant to buy it for their children. It would be nice if they could buy a sugar popsicle for two cents.

Song Shiyu's face was flushed, not because of heat, but because of embarrassment.The movement of eating popsicles is very stiff, as if taking poison|drugs.Cream popsicles are delicious, but not so delicious that he would like to eat them on the street.But if I don’t eat it, the popsicles will melt when I walk home, so I can only eat while walking.He really wanted to buy only one for Xiao Si, but Xiao Si saw that he didn't want to eat it, and he didn't want it himself, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet.

But why he can't eat in the street, he can't say, he just knows, it seems not so educated.

Fortunately, no one cared about eating popsicles and parenting issues. When they got home, the popsicles were all eaten, and Xiao Si wanted to lick the sweet popsicle sticks, so Song Shiyu slapped them and threw them into the trash can.

After eating the popsicles, it was completely dark, and Dad Song Changhe had already started his reserved entertainment program downstairs, playing chess.Well, not surprisingly, the bragging mode was turned on, and Song Shiyu had already heard that he was a model for three years and five years.

Then I saw my mother Liu Erhua at the top of the stairs, holding a woolen yarn and chatting with a group of women about homework, I don’t know what they said, everyone laughed so hard, seeing his eyes can make him look crazy .Definitely talk about him again!Before they could speak, Song Xiaosan ran up quickly, without caring about his manners.

He will never be able to get used to the teasing from the older woman, so he can only lose.

The room was silent and pitch black.In order to save electricity, as long as there is no one at home, the lights must be turned off, even if you go out for 10 minutes.

In the middle of the night, they didn't know where the eldest and second child had gone, and Song Shiyu couldn't control them, so he ordered his younger brother to spread out old newspapers on the dining table, pour the smelly ink on them and start practicing calligraphy.

Every time he smells the smell of ink, he can't help but wonder, what the hell is this made of, it stinks to death!Obviously he remembered that ink was a nice scent.

Anyway, it's useless to remember, with this condition in the family, it is already a luxury to buy him an ink brush to practice calligraphy.The paper is all old newspapers that Song Changhe brought back from his work unit. He has never seen half a piece of rice paper in the past few years since he started practicing calligraphy!Even the old newspapers were hard to come by, and there were plenty of people who wanted to take home to paste the walls and wipe their butts. Song Changhe got it because of his good relationship with the old Zhang in the office.

The two little ones began to write quietly, and there were no copybooks on the table. The little four, Song Shiyan, just copied a word that his brother had started to write, not to mention, the small appearance was really interesting.

Song Shiyu simply wrote his own, calm down, and wrote, and a paragraph appeared in the newspaper like flowing clouds and flowing water.The handwriting is so beautiful, that is to say, the age and lack of wrist strength make it a little weak, but it can be seen that without more than 20 years of skill, it is impossible to write such characters. The key is to have a famous teacher to guide!

But Song Shiyu didn't have any of these two things.

Song Xiaosan is nine years old now, and he is a child of an ordinary worker's family. Let alone a famous teacher, in this small city outside the third tier, he searched the entire urban area and couldn't find a single teacher who taught calligraphy.

And how could he achieve the writing power of 20 years?But the reality is like this, he has learned brush calligraphy without a teacher, and he can draw with a brush by himself when he was less than three years old, which is much more slippery than using a pencil, and it is obvious that he is used to it.

This child doesn't know how to hide it at all. The three-year-old just does her own thing and doesn't take the couple's surprise into consideration at all. She not only writes with a calligraphy brush, but also only eats [-]% full no matter how delicious the food is. The clothes are clean regardless of whether they are new or old. Never wear clothes for more than three days, stand tall and straight, sit with back straight, don't lean on the back of the chair, speak in a leisurely manner, etc., etc., except for love to go out and run wild, there is no child at all.

This frightened Song Changhe and his wife.But I can't say what kind of disease it is. I don't know what to check when I go to the hospital. I can't say that my son can write calligraphy. He is well-educated and scary. Is he sick?Doctors have to scold them out.

The disease is definitely not, so they thought that something unclean had gotten on the child.Although feudal superstition is not allowed, there have been rumors of vixen and ghosts. This matter is related to the child's health, and they did not ask others. They went to his grandfather's house a hundred miles away to ask the old man at home.

Without him, his grandfather is well-known in ten miles and eight villages for being able to pinpoint and calculate, and what he says is extremely accurate.