[You think I could write such cultured verses? I can only remember the most famous line; I can't even recite the whole poem!]
Juanjuan blinked. "It's okay, as long as Daddy can recite one sentence."
Even if she hears it once, she might not be able to memorize it word for word.
Back in the day, I memorized hundreds of poems over three years; I knew them by heart!
Juanjuan: ...
Three years, hundreds of poems, and now I only remember these few lines?
Juanjuan touched the tip of her nose, thinking... her father probably didn't like reciting poems.
Yes, that's it.
In high school, memorizing poems was relatively easy, but physics was inhuman!
Juanjuan: ...
Alright, no more explanation needed. Dad just has a bad memory, that's for sure.
Hearing the sound, Mu Zhaoyuan came over to take a look. The sentence sounded good to her, but...
It's just that this word is a bit hard to explain.
"I didn't expect Young Master Bai to have such attainments, but why are they all incomplete sentences?"
Bai Tian: "These are all sentences given to me by some old men in my dreams. They were probably used to bless the students who came to the capital to take the imperial examinations, as the autumn examinations were approaching."
Mu Zhaoyao raised an eyebrow, looking at the poem in her hand: "It can be like this? But there are also rumors of poems being sent through dreams."
Bai Tian nodded.
Even if it doesn't exist, I can make it happen. Marketing is all about auspiciousness, and if there are genuinely good lines of poetry, it's bound to become a small hit.
[In my dream, the God of Literature appeared to me with a fragment of a poem, which turned into a blessing—just for good luck. Then I can do a collaboration with Liang Tian'er's shop, and I can make money again!]
Bai Tian's excited and confident voice reached the child's ears.
Curly blinked.
Although I can't remember all of my father's poems, he was really amazing when it came to business.
I don't quite understand what a collaboration is, but listening to my father's inner thoughts, I feel it must be something amazing.
Mu Zhaoyao was a smart person and could roughly guess what direction Bai Tian intended to use it for. After looking at one or two pages, she put it down.
"If you need any help, just have Juanjuan tell me."
Bai Tian immediately agreed: "Okay! Thank you in advance, Miss Mu Qi."
Mu Zhaoyao browsed the bookstore, bought some things she might need for her study, and then left.
"Father, did the old immortal tell you this too?"
After Juanjuan finished looking through her father's papers, she also came across some strange, unrhymed, but somewhat catchy phrases.
Bai Tian came over upon hearing the noise, and then saw his little girl pointing at his cringeworthy quotes.
"My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven."
"If I become a Buddha, there will be no demons in the world; if I become a demon, what can the Buddha do to me!"
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate a young man's potential..."
Bai Tian reached out and covered it, saying, "No, no, no, this..."
[I can't say this, I just wrote it on a whim. It sounds exciting, but in this feudal dynasty, this is...]
"This is absolutely fantastic!!!"
A young, energetic, and somewhat foolish voice came through the phone.
Bai Tian and Juan Juan both turned to look at the doorway.
Then I saw a figure standing in the afterglow of the setting sun, backlit. His posture was carefully chosen; he looked rather handsome, but he was too short.
"I love these words! They're so well said!"
Bai Yunqi, who had just returned from a stroll outside, said that the few words his sister had just recited were absolutely cool.
[Even with that soft, limp voice, people can find it cool. If I were to read it with emotion at the right moment, wouldn't that be incredibly cool?]
Bai Tian:?
【Wait, why did the most immature person in the family have to hear that?!】
Juanjuan: ?
What do you mean by 'just that soft, limp voice'?
Jiang Dai, standing to the side: ? ? ?
Suddenly, I feel a bit awkward.
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