Thinking of his experience playing chess with his grandfather, he sighed, "Grandpa is such a lousy chess player, he has no moral principles at all."
Jian Yuelan, "..."
"You're not much better."
Two bad chess players, don't look down on each other.
The child didn't like what he heard. He sat up from the bed and said unhappily, "Who said that? I play chess by the rules. If you don't believe me, play chess with me."
Jian Yuelan decisively refused, "No."
She took the child's chubby, warm body and tucked it into her arms. "Go to sleep quickly. I'll play chess with you after I'm done with my work."
If you can delay it, delay it. If you really can’t delay it, go down later.
She had a headache playing chess with the old man, and playing chess with Doudou wasn't much better.
"But mom, I can't sleep. Please tell me a story."
The little body in my arms twisted like candy, not at all restless.
Jian Yuelan patted his little butt and asked, "What do you want to hear?"
"Like Zhuangzi dreaming of a butterfly."
Upon hearing this, Jian Yuelan thought of the three famous dreams in Chinese history. After pondering for a moment, she said, "Then let me tell you about a dream!"
"Mom, tell me quickly."
The child urged, and Jian Yuelan nodded, then continued in a gentle voice, "In 719 AD, the seventh year of the Kaiyuan reign of the Tang Dynasty, a scholar named Lu Sheng went to Chang'an to take the imperial examination, but failed and had no choice but to return home... When he passed through Handan, he found a hotel to stay in, lamented his life's frustrations, leaned on his pillow, and fell asleep..."
The dim light shone into the room, and a soft voice was telling the story. The child nestled in his mother's arms opened his eyes wide and listened attentively to the story, frowning from time to time as if he was lost in thought.
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