What's on Jasmine's mind- My leader, my regiment follow-up

(One)

On this Sunday, when Xiao Silong learned that he could go to Teacher Meng's house to play, he was very excited and curious, especially when he thought that Gou Rou was living with Teacher Meng now, would Teacher Meng's house still be open? What unexpected goodies?

Not only was he very curious, but I also wanted to know how Fanla and Sangmenxing could deal with this little devil, so I followed Silong and Gourou to Fanla's house curiously.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw Sangmen Xing and Fanla sitting on two wicker chairs in the courtyard, drinking Pu'er tea and chatting.And Gou Rou hadn't seen Sang Men Xing for a long time, and it had already rushed towards Dong Dao affectionately.

Standing at the gate of the courtyard, Silong looked timidly at the whole courtyard.Fanla walked forward, took Silong's hand, and came to Sangmen Xing who was busy entangled with dog meat.

"Dog meat, step aside first." Fanla turned back and winked at Sangmen Xing: "This is a student in my class, Yuan Silong, and he is also a child of dog meat now!"

Dong Dao stared at Xiao Silong in a daze, and suddenly said: "Tuan...", after being glared at by Fanla, he didn't say anything.

Fanla said to Silong again: "This is my brother, you call him Uncle Dong."

"Hello, Uncle Dong!" Silong smiled brightly at Sangmenxing and greeted him politely, but then he asked curiously: "Uncle Dong, you are the brother of our Teacher Meng, but why are you What if the surname is Dong instead of Meng?"

The little man tilted his head there, his eyes flicked from Sangmenxing's body to Fanla's face.

"Silong, we are brothers with different surnames, and our friendship is a fateful friendship. Alas! We are closer than real brothers! When you grow up a bit, maybe you will understand what brothers with different surnames are!" La looked at him, his eyes suddenly became a little erratic, he collected himself, patted his head lovingly, and led him to the study.

(two)

In the study room, Mr. Meng was sitting behind his quiet desk writing small characters, while writing, he chanted: "When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?".

The old man's temper is much calmer now, and he treats people more kindly.I have told him in advance that he would invite a student who is also the "son of an old friend" to come to his house as a guest, and he sat in the study specially today to wait for this little guest.

After seeing the ceremony, Silong and Grandpa Meng suddenly looked at the whole wall of bookcases and bookshelves behind the old man.Fanla smiled at his father, made an expression of "I'll leave the child to you", and backed out.

Father Meng was writing quietly, and did not bother about Silong for the time being.And Xiaobao soon relaxed as if he was at his own home. He was wandering in front of the book wall, carefully observing all the books that he could get from the ground to his height.

Not long after, he pulled out a colorful book from a bookshelf at the bottom, sat down on the floor, and read it.Looking at it, I laughed out loud.

The old man put down the brush in his hand, walked up to him, and asked with a smile, "Son, what book are you reading? So funny?"

Si Long nimbly got up from the floor and handed the book up.It turned out to be an original English literacy textbook, with letters, words, and many colorful illustrations on it, like a colorful comic book, probably the book I used when I was a child.

Father Meng took Silong's hand, brought him to the desk, pointed to the brush and ink on the table and said to him: "I heard that you are practicing brush calligraphy, can you write a few words for Grandpa to see?"

Xiao Silong was not stage-frightened at all, he sat on it solemnly, then raised his head and asked, "Grandpa, what should I write?"

"Whatever you think of now, just write something! Write whatever you want! It doesn't matter." Father Meng looked at him and gave him an encouraging look.

Silong held a pen in his hand, thought for a while, and then started to write.I was very curious, and quietly moved closer, and what I saw was:

The desert sand is like snow, and Yanshan is like a moon.

He Dangjin connects the brain, and walks quickly to step on the clear autumn.

It was a poem by Li He Yongma, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. I taught him just two days ago.Now, not only can he recite it, but he can also write it down silently.It seems that he still misses me in his heart all the time!

Father Meng carefully looked at the words he wrote, picked up the pen and drew a circle on the two well-written characters, and drew a horizontal line under the poorly-written characters.Then, he explained it to Silong in detail.Finally, I took another piece of paper and wrote him a picture.

"Grandpa Meng, your handwriting is so beautiful, can you give me this piece of paper? I'll take it home so I can show it off." Si Long said sweetly there.

Father Meng smiled triumphantly, then pointed to the English literacy textbook and said to Silong: "Yes, of course. If you want to learn the twists and turns, I can teach you."

(three)

Before Silong could answer, there was a burst of shouts of "Hi! Hi!" from the yard, accompanied by the sound of bricks falling to the ground, causing the old and the young to come to the door of the study at the same time.

I saw that Fanla had built three stacks of bricks in the yard, each stack of five or six bricks.Facing the three stacks of bricks, Sangmen Xing squatted on horseback, put on a huge airs, and then said "Hi", chopped down, three times in a row, after splitting the three stacks of bricks in one breath, stepped back. To the side to catch my breath.

After I saw the performance of these two guys with their accents, I was secretly amused, knowing that they were trying to attract Silong's attention.Sure enough, the little man came over curiously and asked, "Mr. Meng, Uncle Dong, what are you doing?"

"Oh, what. The teacher is in this courtyard. I want to build a chicken coop. The whole brick is not good. No, I asked you Uncle Dong to help me peel the brick!" Fanla said lightly.

"Mr. Meng, it takes a lot of effort to cut bricks by hand! When I see masons building houses, they always tap the bricks lightly with that trowel, and the bricks break in two. Do you have a trowel here? Let me cut it for you, so that Uncle Dong can rest for a while." After Silong's knowledgeable words uttered, he was so ashamed that Sangmen Xing's face flushed and he didn't speak.

Only Fanla took his words cheekily: "It doesn't matter. Your Uncle Dong is a martial arts practitioner, and his kung fu is good! Splitting these few bricks is like a game to him. He used to be a member of the Horse Racing Gang. Along the way, I often meet a bandit or something, and his kung fu is for self-defense!"

"Then Uncle Dong, besides being able to split bricks, what else can you do? When you were in the caravan, could you ride a horse all the time? What is it like to ride a horse? I haven't ridden it before. Tell me about it." !" The little man became energetic, and began to cling to Sangmen Xing.

Sangmen Xing is an honest man, as shown in his words.Fortunately, there is still this talkative person, who adds fuel and vinegar to it, happily comparing the Kung Fu of the mourning star and the adventure story of the caravan.In the meantime, there were also several performances by Sangmen Xing, which finally made this little man fascinated by watching it leisurely.

"Uncle Dong, it's great to have martial arts! Not only can I defend myself, but I can also protect others. If only I could have martial arts like you!" Silong sighed there.

"Practicing martial arts is hard and boring, and many people can't persevere!" Sangmen Xing finally said a word, and what he said was the truth.

"That's right. Martial arts practice starts at an early age. It's a child's skill. You have to endure a lot of hardships. It's not something ordinary people can persevere. And the most important thing for martial arts practitioners is to pay attention to martial arts, and you can't be easy. People who know martial arts do it. So, fighting won't take advantage of it." Fanla poured cold water on the side, blowing cold wind.I know this kid is playing hard to get.

(four)

At noon, Fanla's mother prepared a sumptuous lunch.After dinner, Fanla took Silong to visit the three libraries next to the study.That's right, I heard that the precious books I brought back from Tongbo Town were placed in four houses.

As soon as Xiao Silong entered the sea of ​​books, he was so excited that he couldn't see through his eyes.Fanla found a book from it, put it in his hand, and then led him to the study.

"Silong, how many characters do you know now? What should you do if you encounter a word you don't know when reading?" Fanla asked him.

"I skip over the words I don't know. Sometimes, I can guess its meaning according to the context. Now I can recognize more than 1000 characters!" Silong said confidently.

Annoyed found a dictionary and began to teach him how to look it up in the dictionary, Xiao Silong would learn it in no time.Then, Fanla handed him the dictionary and the "Seven Heroes and Five Righteousness Part One" that he found from the library, and said: "Silong, this book is very interesting, you can read it carefully after class." If there are any words you don’t know, remember to look them up in the dictionary until you understand and learn them. After you read this set of books carefully, you will probably be able to recognize [-] words, which is enough for daily use. Yes. After reading the last part of this book, I will go to the teacher’s house to read another part. You can take the dictionary back and use it with you. I will send you back with dog meat later, and I must let you go home before dark , otherwise your mother should be in a hurry."

After Gourou left with Silong, Sangmenxing watched their backs, and asked puzzledly: "Annoyed, didn't you want me to teach Silong how to practice martial arts? Why did I chop so many bricks, and it was so hard When it aroused his interest, you poured cold water on it? Also, is your family really going to build a chicken coop? Should I get some more cement?"

"To cover your head? Isn't that chicken coop just for you to split bricks for a reason? Why don't I mention martial arts training to this kid now, because you also know how boring and hard it is to practice martial arts. If there is no strong interest and great determination, it will basically give up halfway.

Everything I am doing now is to stimulate his interest in learning martial arts. You must wait until he has a strong interest in learning martial arts, and when he pesters you and insists on you teaching him Kung Fu, you can agree Be his master.

do you know?Human nature is like this, if it is not something that you have worked so hard to get, you will not cherish it.Sometimes, what is too easy to get is not good!It will make children rebellious and resistant.Therefore, in order for him to learn well in the future, we must not make him feel that what we want him to learn is what we force him to learn.do you understand?

I remember when I was young, my father broke countless rulers to force me to learn English!Later, although I was forced to learn some English, you don’t know how painful the learning process is, and I have always been so rebellious to my father, because he always forced me to learn this and that.

It was only after I was 30 that I slowly realized that I no longer hated my father.Don't you want us to teach Silong in this way? "

Sangmenxing nodded there, then shook his head, as if he hadn't fully understood the truth of Fanla.Annoyed to anxious, "Anyway, you have to listen to me, take your time, and gradually cultivate his interest in martial arts. Hehe, the martial arts novel I lent him just now is for him to read. Addictive oh!"

Sangmenxing shook his head with a wry smile, and said: "It's annoying, you really have a lot of tricks. With such a young child, you still have to fight! Anyway, I just listen to you, take it easy Slow down. Silong is such a cute and smart kid, seeing him makes me happy and sad at the same time! Why do I still miss him so much! Commander!" As he said, the honest eye circles were a little red.

Fanla came over, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly: "Sangmen Xing, don't be sad. Let's teach Silong well together. When he is promising in the future, you should know that the leader's spirit in the sky will definitely It will be very gratifying.”

Thank you, my brethren among men!Thank you for all your hard work for Silong!I muttered silently in my heart and left in a hurry.