Chapter 152 Red Skirts Are Popular on the Street
Ning Huiyue patted his back as she explained, "Dad, that's right, it's the actress who plays Tao Xing'er. Her name is Fubao. She's from the village at the foot of Dagunzi Mountain where Old Yu was stationed. It's said that she was thrown into the mountains, but was later picked up and adopted. Now she's made it to the Imperial University from the countryside. What a promising child! She's a talent from the mountains!"
Yu Anmin: "Dad, look at her. She looks just like Huiyue when she was young. She dances well too. This must be our Nuonuo."
After a series of bouts of coughing, Old Man Yu finally calmed down. He looked at his son and daughter-in-law, tears streaming down his face. "Okay, okay, okay, I'll go check on them. No, I have to go check on my granddaughter, my poor granddaughter."
As he said this, he was in a hurry to go back in. However, he was too excited and because he was old, he bumped his head against the wall. Ning Huiyue and Yu Anmin were so scared that they quickly helped him walk inside.
When Mr. Yu walked in tremblingly, several old comrades looked at him with concern. They saw that there seemed to be tears in Mr. Yu's eyes, and they felt sympathy and emotion.
An old comrade patted the old man on the shoulder and said, "Old Yu, what's the big deal? It's just a dance, not the Great Hall of the People!"
Another old comrade: "Besides, your niece's great dancer is so good. I think she's no worse than that little girl Tao Xing'er."
Another old comrade said: "Old Yu, think about it more positively. Dancing is just a fancy thing. No matter how good you are at it, it's useless. There's no need to take it too seriously."
At this moment, Grandpa Sun suddenly ran back, his face beaming with joy. "Did you see that little girl, Tao Xing'er, dancing so beautifully? Just like the little peach fairy from the art troupe when we were young. The more you watch, the more joyful it becomes. How wonderful! Do you know who that is?"
Several old comrades were puzzled: "Who is that?"
Old Man Yu roared in his heart: That’s my granddaughter, my granddaughter!
However, he started coughing when he was excited, and he couldn't speak. He quickly took the teacup and drank water desperately to suppress the cough.
Grandpa Sun said proudly: "That little girl is called Fubao, and she is the girlfriend of my daughter-in-law's younger brother!"
Several old comrades were immediately envious. Even though it was a long detour, it also showed that he had made great progress, didn't it?
An old comrade: "Great, you're promising! Your daughter-in-law's brother actually has a partner like this. That's great!"
Another old comrade said: "She is from the Imperial University of Peking and dances beautifully. Your daughter-in-law and brother will be very lucky to find a partner like her!"
Faced with the envy of several old comrades towards Grandpa Sun, Grandpa Yu blushed, and he stepped forward, wanting to push Grandpa Sun away: "That's my granddaughter, my granddaughter!"
Grandpa Sun laughed and patted Grandpa Yu on the shoulder: "Old Yu, that's my daughter-in-law's brother's girlfriend, not your granddaughter. You only have your niece's granddaughter, who plays Ah Xiang. My daughter-in-law's brother's girlfriend plays Tao Xing'er. Tao Xing'er is the protagonist, and Ah Xiang is a supporting role. She is very vain."
Look at what you said, it really hits me.
Everyone sympathized with the old man.
However, Mr. Yu was not depressed or sad at all. After taking two big gulps of water, he laughed and said, "Tao Xing'er acted so well, so well!"
At this time, he remembered that his granddaughter was Tao Xinger, the promising girl. How great, how great.
Seeing the old man's smug look, the others were stunned for a moment: What does that mean?
Old Yu is not that kind of person. Why did he suddenly start praising the girlfriend of Mr. Sun’s daughter-in-law’s younger brother?
Facing everyone's puzzled yet sympathetic gazes, Old Man Yu said, "That Tao Xing'er, she's my granddaughter!"
At this point, Mr. Yu suddenly remembered something and questioned Mr. Sun, "Who said that she's your daughter-in-law's younger brother's girlfriend? Did I agree? My granddaughter, who hasn't even entered my house yet, how could she become your daughter-in-law's younger brother's girlfriend? She's my granddaughter!"
Grandpa Sun almost choked on his own saliva and pointed at Grandpa Yu: "Old Yu, are you dazzled? That's not your granddaughter. Your granddaughter is the one who played Ah Xiang!"
Old Master Yu looked as if he had won a decisive victory in battle, having slain a hundred Japanese soldiers. He took up his stance and laughed heartily, "The king of heaven covers the earth, the tiger of earth, the pagoda suppresses the river monster. I, Yang Zirong, will tell you all clearly today: Tao Xing'er is my granddaughter, the little Nuonuo who was lost in our family all those years ago!"
After hearing these words, several old comrades were dumbfounded, and gradually, sympathy for the old man appeared in everyone's eyes.
Everyone knows that the little granddaughter of the old Yu family was missing. In the early years, Mr. Yu felt uncomfortable whenever he mentioned it. Now that he is old and increasingly confused, he rarely mentions it. But everyone knows that it is the pain of the Yu family, and no one would talk about it easily.
Even Grandpa Sun didn't want to show off anymore. He patted Grandpa Yu's shoulder heavily and sighed: "Old Yu, wake up. That's Tao Xing'er, not your granddaughter——"
When Mr. Yu heard this, his neck turned red with anxiety: "Yes, that's my granddaughter. My son and daughter-in-law said they have checked and it's our little Nuonuo!"
At this time, Yu Anmin and Ning Huiyue also walked in. Ning Huiyue's eyes were filled with tears. Yu Anmin nodded: "Yes, that's my Nuonuo."
Several old comrades were all shocked. Looking at the certain expressions of Yu Anmin and his wife, they looked towards the stage and the young and graceful figure in confusion.
Is that the little Nuonuo from back then?
——
When the performance ended, it received warm applause. All the teachers and students cheered in unison, and some even shouted, "Tao Xing'er, red skirt!"
When Fubao lifted the hem of her red skirt to take her bow and walked off the stage, the applause from the audience continued.
She knew that this enthusiasm was not only because of her dancing skills, but also because everyone liked the red dress.
Nowadays, there are slightly more varieties of clothes on the streets and in schools than before. They even wore bell-bottom pants, but the overall color of the clothes is still monotonous. Few people wear rare and patterned clothes, and most people still wear the three monotonous colors of gray, yellow and blue.
For more than ten years, this dull color has made everyone's aesthetic taste become low-key and dim. When facing this huge wave of ideological liberation, the younger generation is full of energy. They want beauty, unrestrainedness and freedom.
I believe that after this show, there will be more bright colors on campus and this society will become more colorful.
Thinking of this, Fubao couldn't help laughing.
As soon as Fubao and the others returned backstage, several classmates gathered around them and praised them highly: "You danced so beautifully! This is the first time I know that red skirts can be so beautiful!"
Wannian even came over and said, "Fubao is now at the level of a dancer."
Teacher Ning also came to watch their competition. She smiled and said, "They all danced well, and Jiasi's singing was beyond my expectations. It was fantastic!"
Mo Jiasi had been listening attentively to everyone's reactions since returning to the backstage area. Hearing Teacher Ning's praise for him, he was instantly overjoyed, his face flushed with excitement. "Thank you, Teacher. I didn't sing well."
Teacher Ning said seriously, "No, you sang very well. Fubao danced well, but that was what I expected. But I didn't expect you to sing so well."
Mo Jiasi almost wanted to cry. She had been unknown since she entered university. She could not compare with Fubao in appearance, and she was three blocks behind Yu Xiaoyue in talent. Even in terms of academics, Fubao and Li Juaner were better than her.
She is short and has dark skin, and although she pretends not to care about these things on the surface, she actually feels somewhat inferior in her heart.
Now that she was praised for her singing by a professional teacher like Teacher Ning, she felt very satisfied.
After hearing this, several roommates also said, "Jia Si's singing is good. I think she's singing at the level of a real singer."
Mo Jiasi smiled through his tears: "You all danced very well!"
While a group of people were praising each other, Yu Xiaoyue stood aside silently watching everyone.
She actually didn't have to play Ah Xiang, she could have picked a dancing role at random, but she just wanted to dance as Ah Xiang at the most critical moment to tell Fubao that no matter what role you play, you are not as good as me.
I'm a professional, you're not.
So she planned that scene on stage, but she didn't expect what the audience would say. She heard someone say that the stage play had adapted the original plot and even let Ah Xiang dance. Ah Xiang danced, but not as well as Fu Bao. This deepened the plot and laid the groundwork for Ah Xiang's vanity.
Yu Xiaoyue didn't know how she should feel at this moment. She was a professional dancer, how could this happen?
She turned around and was about to leave, but the deputy monitor Wannian saw her and ran up to her and said, "Xiaoyue, you're so kind. You deliberately used yourself to complement Fubao's dance this time. You're a professional dancer, and you can deliberately dance like that to complement Fubao. You really have a strong sense of teamwork. We misunderstood you before."
Screw your "jumping like that"!!!
What am I dancing like? Am I not dancing well?
Yu Xiaoyue wanted to slap Wannian twice.
The other students were surprised and surprised when they heard this: "So Xiaoyue is sacrificing herself to set off Fubao?"
Fubao and several roommates looked at each other in bewilderment. Finally, Wang Fenghua stepped forward, shook Yu Xiaoyue's hand and said, "Xiaoyue, you really have a strong sense of team spirit. It seems that we misunderstood you before. You did very well this time."
Yu Xiaoyue's face turned blue with anger, and her hands were shaking with hatred. But she looked at the grateful and admiring eyes of the group, and finally swallowed the frustration in her heart, gnashing her teeth and saying, "It's nothing, we are all classmates."
Teacher Ning took it all in, smiled, and said to Xiaoyue, "Xiaoyue, sacrificing yourself to help your classmates is great, but there's no need to do so. Don't do that next time."
Yu Xiaoyue was slightly stunned and looked at Teacher Ning. For some reason, she felt that Teacher Ning could see through all her thoughts.
——
Fubao and the others performed, a triumphant accomplishment. They finally breathed a sigh of relief and could now listen carefully to the other performances from behind the curtain. The program was truly diverse, with solos, choruses, and even crosstalk. The once popular model operas were no longer popular; everyone had grown tired of them and had retired from the stage. The atmosphere of the entire evening was cheerful and youthful, imbued with the spirit of a new era.
At this time, several girls had not yet removed their makeup and were wearing red skirts, which naturally made them very conspicuous. Everyone came over to chat with them, so they quickly dodged and went to the playground behind the small auditorium to avoid being questioned.
Peng Hansong also participated in the show and came out with them, walking side by side with Li Juaner.
Seeing this, several roommates knew that Peng Hansong might be interested in Li Juaner, so they all laughed and simply avoided them to avoid being a third wheel.
"Aside from being a few years older, Peng Hansong is quite good in every way. He's also good-looking. I heard he's a Party member and an advanced member."
"Yeah, it would be nice if Li Juan'er could be with Peng Hansong."
Having said that, apart from Fubao and Wang Fenghua, Mo Jiasi and Feng Meini were a little envious.
Fubao originally thought it was good, but for some reason, when she accidentally looked at Peng Hansong, she suddenly had a bad feeling.
Fubao wanted to look at Peng Hansong again, but Peng Hansong and Li Juaner had already walked away. She frowned and had to think about talking about it later.
Who knew that at this moment, a male student wearing a locomotive hat came over and looked at Feng Meini a little stiffly. "Congratulations, Meini, your dance was a success today!"
When everyone looked over, they saw that the boy had a handsome face and a good figure, but he blushed and stuttered when he spoke.
Fubao looked at Feng Meini, only to see her smiling sheepishly. She immediately understood: "Are you the classmate who practices English with our Meini?"
The male student nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, my name is Wang Jun. I often practice English with Mei Ni. I didn't know her name until I watched the show today."
Everyone smiled at each other and said, "Meini, have a good chat with classmate Wang Jun. We're going back first!"
Feng Meini was hesitant and was pushed out by the big guy.
There were originally six people in the dormitory. Ding Weihong was from a different major and rarely played with them, so the five girls played together. Now two of them went to talk to the boys, leaving only Mo Jiasi, Fubao and Wang Fenghua.
Wang Fenghua noticed that something was wrong with Fubao: "What's wrong? What are you thinking about?"
Fubao: "Hey, do you think Peng Hansong is really that good?"
Mo Jiasi: "Isn't it good?"
She was quite envious, envious of Li Juaner for having a beautiful love, which she also hoped to encounter.
Fu Bao shook his head: "Forget it, let's talk about it when we get back."
As soon as he finished speaking, squad leader Wannian came over and said, "Fubao, you guys are out too? I feel suffocated in there too."
Everyone hurriedly said, "Yeah, it's really stuffy in there."
The monitor, Wannian, was clearly here for Fubao. He struck up a conversation and then said, "Since we have nothing to do now, do you want to go to the English corner to practice English? Didn't we have to practice reciting the English passage we learned in last class? I've already memorized it. Let's have a conversation together, shall we?"
Fubao certainly knew that Wannian was interested in her, but she didn't have that intention.
She smiled politely and was about to refuse when she heard a voice next to her say, "She doesn't need you to practice English with her, so don't bother."
Everyone looked over and saw the tall and thin Xiao Dingkun standing there in a cool black tweed coat, one hand in the coat pocket, with a stern expression and dark and cold eyes.
Several girls were stunned. This is...
Are you jealous?
Brother Dingkun is unhappy when he sees the deputy monitor Wannian being attentive to Fubao?
Wannian also realized that this was an enemy.
He raised his eyebrows and looked at Xiao Dingkun.
Of course, I had seen him before and knew that he was Fubao's "brother". I also knew that he was a person in society and seemed to have some abilities, so I gave Fubao some things.
But Wannian felt that he still had a chance. At least he was younger than him, right?
He was a university student, a child of destiny. How could a person who didn't know what to do in society compare with him? Could he and Fubao have any common topics?
Wannian thought for a moment and looked at Fubao: "Fubao, did you do the exercise left in yesterday's English class that we need to practice in groups?"
Fubao sighed inwardly and was about to explain that she and Feng Meini, Mo Jiasi, Wang Fenghua and Li Juaner could practice it, but before she could say anything, Xiao Dingkun stepped forward.
He took a step forward and stood in front of Fubao, blocking Wannian's view of Fubao.
He raised his lips, but there was no smile in his dark eyes.
“Thank you but I will praglish with Fubao, I reciate it if you could keep away from Fubao.”
A string of fluent English came out of Xiao Dingkun's mouth, with an authentic London accent, comparable to the English broadcasts on the radio.
Wannian: ???
Where's the social businessman who never went to middle school?
Wang Fenghua and Mo Jiasi were also stunned. This person, who had not even gone to college, was so much better at speaking English than them, the top students. There was no comparison!
Fubao was a little surprised at first, but then she remembered that Xiao Dingkun seemed to have mentioned to her in a letter before that opening up to the outside world would be a major theme and trend in the future, and there would be more and more opportunities for foreign exchanges. In order to have better development, he worked hard to learn English by himself.
Now it seems that he has learned it truly well and it is not just something he said casually!
After the initial shock, Wannian's face turned red with embarrassment and shame.
He didn't expect that this "Brother Dingkun"'s English was so good. He had originally planned to make the other party feel ashamed, but now the other party slapped him hard in the face.
The English he speaks is far inferior to others and cannot be compared with others at all.
Wan Nian blushed and said, "Then you guys practice. I, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
He didn't even feel comfortable speaking a word of English in front of Xiao Dingkun. His mind went blank as he tried to think of what he should say. Besides, with his poor pronunciation, he decided not to embarrass himself in front of others.
Wannian left in disgrace.
Wang Fenghua and Mo Jiasi looked at Xiao Dingkun with admiration.
How can there be such a man in the world? He has good looks, money and talent, but he didn't even go to college. It's such a pity.
No, it’s not a pity. This kind of man can shine wherever he goes, and it doesn’t matter whether he goes to college or not.
Xiao Dingkun watched Wannian leave in disgrace. He knew that this male classmate would never have the face to show up in front of Fubao again, and that was enough.
He retracted his gaze and looked at Fubao: "Do you need to practice speaking English?"
Fubao thought about it and nodded: "Yeah."
Xiao Dingkun raised his eyebrows slightly: "Come on, I'll go practice English with you."
He still had one hand in the pocket of his tweed coat. The wind blew in the campus, shaking the old tree beside him, blowing up the dead leaves not far away, and also blowing the corners of his clothes.
At this moment, Fubao was overjoyed.
She felt that all the men in the world were not as good as the one in front of her.
——
Fubao accompanied Xiao Dingkun to the English corner. At this time, because everyone was in the small auditorium, there were not many people in the English corner, and the two of them sat on the stone bench.
Xiao Dingkun: "Does that kid often harass you?"
Fubao glanced at him secretly and saw that his face was cold and his tone was unfriendly. It was obvious that he didn't like Wannian very much.
She shook her head: "Not really, we just talk to each other occasionally, just like a normal classmate."
Xiao Dingkun's face darkened: "A normal classmate's level is just pestering you to practice English with you?"
Fubao: "That's not the case. He doesn't usually bother me that much, except today."
Xiao Dingkun stopped talking and looked stern.
Fubao sighed: "Oh, Brother Dingkun, don't be angry!"
Xiao Dingkun looked into the distance, still silent.
Fubao had no choice but to pull his arm and said in a soft voice, "Don't be angry, or I will be angry!"
Xiao Dingkun looked at her and said seriously, "I'm not angry."
Fubao snorted: "No way, you are just angry!"
Xiao Dingkun: "Practice English. What is your text? Tell me first."
Fubao was in no mood to practice English now: "No, you have to smile first, otherwise I don't want to practice English."
Xiao Dingkun was helpless: "I can't laugh."
Fubao: "Then you are just unhappy and you are giving me a bad look."
Xiao Dingkun: "..."
Fubao came over and said with a smile, "Smile, Brother Dingkun, I want to see you smile."
There was a faint fragrance on her body, which was the unique scent of a young girl. This scent came to her face, accompanied by the soft voice. Xiao Dingkun's eyes darkened. He raised his eyebrows, raised his hand, and suddenly grasped Fubao's wrist.
Fubao's wrist was suddenly grabbed. She struggled a little, but he was too strong and she couldn't break free.
Unable to break free, she let him hold her.
Xiao Dingkun lowered his eyes, staring at a dead leaf on the cobblestone ground, and said in a hoarse voice: "Fubao, I'm not angry."
He paused and said sullenly, "I just don't like seeing others get close to you."
Even though he knew it was nothing, he still felt unhappy when he saw someone talking to her.
She had actually guessed that he looked unhappy before, and now when she heard him say that, she suddenly burst out laughing.
Between her and him, because he was a few years older than her and had experienced more, she always felt that he could easily see through her thoughts and she was transparent in front of him.
Sometimes, when I see his small movements or a slight look, my face turns red, but he seems to remain calm and composed, as if he doesn't take it to heart at all.
Seeing him now with such a serious face for a thousand years, she was really surprised and delighted, just like eating the ginseng fruit in Journey to the West, she felt refreshed all over. It turned out that he also had his moments of worrying about her!
When Fu Bao smiled like this, a suspicious blush appeared on Xiao Dingkun's resolute and cold face. He raised his eyebrows and said in a dull voice: "What are you laughing at?"
Fubao laughed even harder, her laughter clear and cheerful. She tilted her head and looked at him; "Brother Dingkun, you are so jealous! I thought——"
Xiao Dingkun pinched her wrist: "What do you think?"
Fubao wanted to say that she thought he wouldn't care about these things, but after thinking about it, she didn't say it, and then smiled and said: "Anyway, it's different from what I thought!"
Xiao Dingkun held her hands with both hands and forced her to face him: "What kind of person do you think I am?"
The two people were too close, their hands tightly clasped together. The man's strong breath and body temperature that could not be ignored enveloped her, and the depths of his black eyes seemed to be burning with flames that wanted to burn her to ashes.
This made her dare not look up at him.
She was not a very shy person. She was usually very confident when she spoke on stage, performed shows, or answered questions. But when she met him, as soon as he looked at her, she felt that she had difficulty breathing and didn't know how to respond.
Fubao pursed her lips, her clear eyes looking around, but she didn't dare look at the man in front of her. She said mischievously and softly: "How would I know what kind of person you are? You didn't tell me..."
Xiao Dingkun held her hand with some strength: "You are such a cunning little thing, don't you know who I am?"
Fubao said softly but confidently: "I just don't know. How should I know if you didn't tell me?"
Xiao Dingkun was helpless: "What shouldn't I tell you?"
Fubao thought for a moment and said, "I don't know either."
Xiao Dingkun: "Then you——"
Fubao said very reasonably, "It's precisely because I don't know that I think you didn't tell me!"
This... makes so much sense.
Xiao Dingkun lowered his head and stared at her. After a while, he suddenly smiled, raised his hand, and rubbed her nose: "You were very well-behaved when you were little, and you always did what I said. Why are you so cunning and cunning now?"
Fubao looked up and smiled proudly: "I've grown up!"
The girl with fair skin and pink lips smiled innocently and pure, and playfully stuck out her tongue at him. At this moment, Xiao Dingkun's mind went blank for a moment.
He looked at the little girl, his eyes were hazy, and a familiar scene appeared in his mind.
It seemed like there was once a girl who had smiled at him like this, called his name with a smile, been naughty to him with a smile, waved at him with a smile, and said, "I'm leaving."
Xiao Dingkun exerted force on his hands and almost blurted out: Don’t go.
Fu Bao's slightly panicked voice came to his ears: "Brother Dingkun? What's wrong with you?"
Xiao Dingkun suddenly woke up from his trance, and when he looked carefully, he saw Fubao looking at him with concern.
He held Fubao's wrists tightly with both hands.
He lowered his head and let go of his wrist, only to see that the wrist, as white as a lotus root, was covered with shocking bruises.
When Fubao saw that he had seen it, he quickly retracted his wrist into his sleeve and shook his head: "I'm fine, it doesn't hurt at all. What happened to you, brother Dingkun?"
What she didn't say was that just a moment ago, his eyes lost focus, as if he was looking through her at a very distant place, while his hands were tightly clenching his wrists.
She wanted to break free, but she couldn't. She called out to him, but he didn't respond.
This lasted for several seconds before he returned to normal.
Xiao Dingkun held Fubao's hand tenderly: "I'm sorry, I hurt you just now, I——"
He wanted to explain what had just happened, but after thinking about it, he finally said, "I've been too busy at the factory lately. I might be a little tired."
Fubao said considerately, "It's okay, Brother Dingkun, why don't you go back and rest first."
Xiao Dingkun: "...I'm not tired today. Let me practice English with you first. Don't you want to practice speaking English?"
In fact, Fubao doesn’t want to practice speaking English now. Compared to English, she cares more about what happened to her brother Dingkun.
But seeing that he was very persistent, she had no choice but to say, "Okay, let me first explain the content of this text, and you can help me correct my pronunciation."
Xiao Dingkun nodded: "Okay."
Fubao started to recite the text at that moment. She had a good memory and could almost remember everything she read. Although the text was only taught in class at that time, she could already remember it.
Of course, her accent was not authentic enough, and some of the unfamiliar words were even a little awkward.
Xiao Dingkun listened to her reciting English aloud, but he was multitasking, and his mind kept recalling the scene that he had just remembered.
The pure and delicate girl smiled at him, her smile as beautiful as a white lotus on a snowy mountain. She waved goodbye and walked away step by step.
He stood there, wanting to call her back, but she never looked back.
She walked away step by step, each step stepping on his heart.
Xiao Dingkun knew from birth that he was different from others. He could vaguely feel some things and had a sharper intuition than ordinary people. These made him different from ordinary children, and he possessed mature thinking and logical abilities at a very young age.
That year, he was thirteen years old and on a whim, he wanted to go to the countryside to replace his sister Xiao Chujing.
When he went to the countryside, he met a little girl. The first time he saw the girl, he knew that he had to be nice to her, for no reason.
He had a vague feeling that she was important to him, but he didn't know why or who she was.
After several years of separation, we met again. When I saw her again, she had grown up.
Outside the noisy train station, amid the sound of bus horns and the chaotic flow of people, the moment he saw her, he understood.
I've been waiting for her for so many years.
Xiao Dingkun turned his head and stared at the little girl who was reading English aloud. A gentle curve appeared on her lips, and there was a faint smile in her eyes. She slowly read the English text, and occasionally stopped to think.
The winter sun shone on her cheeks, turning her light hair, which belonged to a girl, into a pink and gold color, fresh, tender and soft, like a flower bud blooming everywhere.
Xiao Dingkun pursed his lips and looked at Fubao in silence.
He didn't know what had happened.
But he knew that this time, he would not let Fubao leave him again. He would never allow such a possibility, not even the slightest possibility.
At this time, Fubao finally finished reciting. She looked at Xiao Dingkun with a smile: "Brother Dingkun, it's so long, can you remember it?"
She always felt that Brother Dingkun was worried about something today, and since she had recited it, he definitely didn't listen carefully.
Xiao Dingkun glanced at her, then began to recite the text.
As soon as he started the class, Fubao was shocked.
If the few English sentences he spoke to Wan Nian before were just everyday expressions, so his English level could not be felt, then now, the gap is clearly visible.
I just recited the text once, and he didn't seem to listen carefully, but now he started to recite it word for word without making a mistake, and his pronunciation was clear and rhythmic.
Fubao was a little excited and took the initiative to hold his hand for the first time: "Brother Dingkun, you teach me and I will read with you!"
With Brother Dingkun around, why would she need English tapes?
Xiao Dingkun: "Well, I speak quite fast, so you have to listen carefully."
Fubao nodded repeatedly: "Yeah, yeah!"
Xiao Dingkun repeated it again, and Fubao followed him. During the process, she found that some of her pronunciations were not standard. Xiao Dingkun helped her correct them and then led her to speak together.
After doing this several times, Fubao found that his tone seemed to have improved.
As he was speaking, he heard a voice shouting, "Fubao?"
Fubao looked up and saw Yu Anmin and Ning Huiyue coming over. It seemed that they were looking for him. They were holding an old man in their hands.
The old man walked with a trembling voice and kept coughing.
When the old man saw her, his eyes widened. He pointed at her, suppressed a cough, and said tremblingly: "Nuonuo, Nuonuo, this is our Nuonuo!"
When Fubao saw the old man like this, he suddenly felt a little sorry. What was going on?
Xiao Dingkun's deep voice reached his ears: "This is the old man of the Yu family, your grandfather."
Grandpa... Fubao looked at Grandpa Yu again.
At this time, Ning Huiyue and the others had already arrived in front of Fubao, looking at her with eager anticipation, and Grandpa Yu almost rushed over and called her his eldest granddaughter.
In the end, it was Yu Anmin who remained calm and stopped Old Man Yu: "Dad, Fubao still doesn't know what happened back then. You have to prepare her mentally."
Mental preparation? The old man didn't understand. Why did his own granddaughter need to be mentally prepared?
He wiped his tearful old eyes and tried hard to look at Fubao with his dim old eyes. The more he looked, the clearer it became in his heart that this person looked exactly like his Xiao Nuonuo, who looked the same as his daughter-in-law when she was young, and a bit like his son. How could he not be Xiao Nuonuo from his old Yu family?
He looked at me eagerly and cried, "Granddaughter, Nuonuo, you are my granddaughter, can you call me grandpa? Just once, I am your grandpa, why don't you call me grandpa?"
Fubao looked at the old man in front of her. His voice was sad and old, and he looked aggrieved. He was so old, but he was like a child asking for candy, domineering and pitiful, and he begged her to call him grandpa.
But Old Man Yu couldn't wait any longer. Seeing Fubao just staring at him blankly, he got so anxious that his eyes turned red and his neck became thick. He was about to jump up and down: "If you don't call me grandpa, I'll be angry! Call me quick, I'm your real grandpa, girl!"
Fubao looked at the old man jumping up and down, feeling a bit like laughing, but also a bit uncomfortable. He lowered his head, then raised it again, and finally called out softly, "Grandpa."
You can't call your parents easily. In the countryside, your parents are not around, so it's impossible to recognize them without informing them. But you can call your grandfather.
The old man in front of her was very old and even staggered when he walked, but he looked very childish. This was her grandfather.
When Grandpa Yu heard this cry, he was immediately overjoyed and rushed over to hold Fubao's hand: "Granddaughter, dear granddaughter, my little Nuonuo, my dear granddaughter!"
After saying this, he said to An Min Ning Huiyue with a smug look on his face: "Who said my eldest granddaughter doesn't recognize me? How could my own granddaughter not recognize me!"
Yu Anmin and Ning Huiyue's eyes lit up.
Did Fubao call him grandpa? Did she acknowledge him?
The two people's expectant gazes suddenly focused on Fubao.
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