"For example, students from prestigious American schools pronounced "yang wa" as "wang ya ya" when they were following along, a cute Korean girl pronounced "wu hei wu hei" as "niao hei nyao hei" when she was reading a text, an old British grandfather pronounced "bathroom" as "sanitary napkin" when he was talking about pictures, and a Korean uncle pointed to "wedding with a baby" and asked me what "wedding with a baby" meant."

"You are all laughing when you see these, right? Yes, right? But I and my colleagues are not allowed to laugh when we hear these. If we laugh, it will undermine the students' confidence. If we laugh, the students will use their innocent eyes to ask you why you laughed."

"How are you going to explain sanitary napkins to a British uncle, and how are you going to explain sticks to a Korean uncle? I can't laugh, I can't laugh. You can't afford to hurt the confidence of my students. The internal injuries I've sustained are easy to heal." Yun Luo tickled An Qingjue, but was pinched twice by his sister-in-law in hatred. Yun Luo then behaved himself and continued to talk nonsense to his sister-in-law.

"And what about cross-cultural communication? What the hell is that? I'm not studying to be a socialite. The dog meat issue is a classic. It's a classic. It would be great if people from Japan, South Korea, Russia, Africa, Britain, the United States, France, Germany and Italy could all get together. As long as the text is related to pets, restaurants and other time bombs, we can start a fight at any time."

"Is there a problem with the treasure island? Are there any problems with Chinese people jaywalking and spitting everywhere? At this time, you coughed twice and said, classmates, these issues have nothing to do with our class, so we won't discuss them. Next, I will introduce you to the great Chinese civilization..."

"What? Great Chinese civilization? Be careful that someone will complain about your cultural invasion. People often ask if people in our major are good at English. What the hell is this? I'm not an English major, but you have more contact with foreigners and more opportunities to practice English. There's no reason for it to be bad..."

An Qingjue put her ear close to Yunluo's left chest, listening to her brother-in-law's strong heartbeat, her pretty face blushing shyly. An Qingjue felt that every beat of Yunluo's heart seemed to be driving An Qingjue's heart to beat along, just like the two of them were dancing a gorgeous dance.

This kind of infatuated feeling made An Qingju reluctant to leave Yunluo's embrace, but she was also worried that her sister An Chuyu would suddenly rush in. This kind of mentality of worrying about gains and losses made An Qingju seize every minute and every second to enjoy the warmth brought by Yunluo. Gradually, Yunluo's voice gradually faded away, and An Qingju gradually became too lazy to think about anything.

"Well, if all the students you teach are from the UK and the US, then it's possible, but generally speaking, Chinese language programs in China are mixed classes with students from Japan, South Korea, Russia, Africa, the UK, the US, France, Germany, and Italy. Damn, some of these students' English is a hundred thousand times worse than yours. If you dare to say an English word, be careful that someone will complain about your national discrimination."

"And the current situation is that in many programs in the UK and the US, except for the beginner classes, students at other levels have to sign an agreement not to speak English in class."

"But I often feel guilty when I speak Chinese. Is this sentence right or wrong? When I hear someone talking, I just want to correct their speech errors and pronunciation. One morning, I heard a line about Mengniu breakfast milk in a milk commercial and I felt uneasy all day."

Yunluo paused for a moment when he spoke here, and looked down at An Qingjue who was sleeping in his arms. He felt that his sister-in-law really looked like a little Lolita. Well, it was a pity that he didn't have time to hug the five-year-old Lolita Qingshui Tianzi last weekend, which made Yunluo a little depressed. Gently hugging the soft and fragrant An Qingjue, Yunluo continued to narrate slowly. He also gently changed An Qingjue to a more comfortable position.

"When I watched the news broadcast, I stared at the announcer's lip movements without blinking, didn't I? But even so, I still walked on this road of no return with determination, perseverance, and self-defense, didn't I? I just love Chinese as a Foreign Language so much, didn't I? I was deeply hurt by Chinese as a Foreign Language."

"But it's still like this, the girl you love so cheaply. Honey, you really can't afford to hurt her." Yun Luo looked at An Qingjue's beautiful face quietly. The sister-in-law's appearance was only a first-class beauty, not as beautiful as senior sister Chu Yuan, fire sister Liu Xun, and beauty Yan Chenyu. Yan Chenyu was the best among the beauties.

An Chuyu had just washed her underwear and was hanging them out to dry. She liked to take the large clothes to the rooftop to dry in the sun, but she liked to hang the underwear in the bathroom to dry. This meant that every time Yunluo went to the bathroom to take a shower, she would see the sisters' cute bras and panties of various colors.

…

Yunluo held An Qingjue in his arms until An Chuyu had finished drying her underwear and Pingping walked out of the bathroom. Smart as Yunluo was, he immediately put his sister-in-law gently on the large solid wooden bed and covered her with a thin quilt.

An Chuyu subconsciously lowered her footsteps, crouched down and walked to the bedroom door, then gently squeezed in without pushing the half-open door open first. An Chuyu's beautiful eyes looked at Yun Luo sitting obediently by the bed, and looked at An Qingju sleeping on the solid wood bed, and she felt that the scene was very warm.

Whether it is Yunluo or An Qingjue, they are both very important people in An Chuyufang's heart. Without either of them, An Chuyu will be sad for many years, and may never get out of the shadow of sadness for the rest of his life.

An Qingjue really fell asleep sweetly in the warm embrace of her brother-in-law. An Chuyu had no intention of waking An Qingjue up. She pushed Yunluo's shoulder with her little hand, and the two of them walked out of the bedroom quietly and came to the living room. Red Mouse Tangtang naturally followed Yunluo's whereabouts.

Little Tangtang basically goes wherever Yunluo goes. She is Yunluo's most loyal pet.

"Aluo, did you know that you were nominated for the Best Supporting Actor at the Golden Globe Awards?" An Chuyu snuggled comfortably in Yunluo's arms. Yunluo was sitting on the fabric sofa. It was actually rare for this couple to be alone together, so they talked sweet words to each other.

"Yes, I know. My agent Shimizu Tanaka told me." Yun Luo breathed in the delicate lotus scent of his fiancée's body. The lemon scent of An Qingju still lingered on Yun Luo's body. Fortunately, An Chuyu's nose was not that sensitive, or An Chuyu was very familiar with the smell of An Qingju, so he didn't think about it in a wrong way.

"A Luo, you are getting better and better, more handsome, taller, and I'm suddenly afraid that you will get farther and farther away from me, and finally I will lose you helplessly." An Chuyu whispered the feelings in Fang's heart. If the atmosphere was not right, An Chuyu would not say it out loud.

Gently hugging An Chuyu's slender waist, Yunluo put his cheek against An Chuyu's pretty face and said in a gentle voice, "Don't worry. When I return home for the New Year, I will hold a big banquet and invite your relatives and friends to the engagement banquet. This way, Chuyu, you don't have to worry that I will run away."

"It's so annoying. It's better not to make a big deal about the engagement. It will be difficult to handle it when we get married. Just invite the closest relatives over for a meal. I'll have to trouble my parents for help. We're not very familiar with the ways of the world." An Chuyu was melted by Yunluo's love words. If she hadn't been thinking about the wedding night, she would have given her innocence to Yunluo long ago.

Yunluo quietly held An Chuyu in her arms, just like she had quietly held An Qingjue before, until her sister-in-law woke up and ran out to make trouble.

With An Chuyu and An Qingju skipping classes and staying at home all morning, Yunluo had a hearty lunch. The sister-in-law's cooking skills were always very good, and even his fiancée made a dish of cucumber shreds with white sugar.

After eating and drinking, Yunluo went to take a nap. An Chuyu and An Qingju washed the dishes and spatulas, and the two sisters held hands and went back to Jiangnan University together. Anyway, Yunluo was about to go to Sihai City, so they just took it as a way to get used to Yunluo not being at home.

…

Yunluo was sleeping soundly, and vaguely heard the ethereal sound of wind chimes. He lazily picked up the black mobile phone under the pillow and said "hello" vaguely. Then he heard a zither sound like the sound of nature, as sad as yesterday.

Yun Luo was shocked. Isn't this the music score of Tears of the Soul that my brother just wrote? And the person playing the zither, who else could it be but Miss Zhen Mi? Yun Luo really didn't want to provoke the terrorist forces behind Zhen Mi, so he opened his eyes. He found that the caller on the phone screen was Yan Chenyu, and the young lady used Yan Chenyu's phone to call.

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Tears of the Soul is a song that reaches a certain level of sadness. Anyone who sees it will cry and anyone who hears it will feel sad. This is what Tears of the Soul refers to. Yunluo listened carefully to the sound coming from the phone. Having excellent hearing is a benefit. Yunluo can even recreate the scene on Zhen Mi's side through the sound of the call.

Sound waves themselves can outline shapes. Yun Luo heard the sad sound of a zither like flowing water, Zhen Mi's soft breathing, Zhen Mi's slight heartbeat, and the breathing and heartbeat of the Husky Lord. There was no one else in the room, not Yan Chenyu. It seemed that Zhen Mi deliberately took Yan Chenyu's mobile phone and played the zither for Yun Luo to listen to.

As smart as Yunluo was, she could guess what Zhen Mi meant. First, she wanted Yunluo to appreciate the sound of the guzheng, and second, Zhen Mi wanted to use the guzheng in the arrangement of the song "Tears of the Soul". The eldest lady was a lady from a noble family. She was very graceful in her words and deeds, and would not say things directly.

Yun Luo listened attentively. Although the quality of the zither sound was reduced due to the mobile phone call, the tune Yun Luo heard was no longer at the level of zither hallucination. However, Yun Luo could imagine that the zither sound played by Zhen Mi's bare hands was definitely at the level of zither hallucination, otherwise the young lady would not have thought of showing off her skills to Yun Luo.

Yun Luo really had no idea what Zhen Mi was thinking. The thoughts of an eldest lady were very difficult to understand.

A few minutes later, the zither sound stopped. Yun Luo was about to speak when he found that the call was hung up. He could only stuff the black phone back under the pillow depressedly, touched the big tail of Red Rat Tangtang, and then went back to sleep.

What Yun Luo didn't know was that in Zhen Mi's boudoir, the eldest lady was angry with the Husky Lord: "Lord! Who told you to hang up the phone with your dog paws? Humph, you only know how to make trouble. If I don't pinch your dog face into a pig's head today, I won't give you any food!"

"Ah?" The Husky Lord with three black and white swords and blue eyes tilted his head and acted stupidly, as if he knew nothing. But when Zhen Mi fluttered towards him like a butterfly, the Lord ran away as he felt guilty.

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