"Yes, I have to listen to it!" Mei Ya said as she got off the man. She walked to the bookshelf, pulled out a copy of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" and stuffed it into Zhong Mingwei's hand. She pulled his hand and said coquettishly, "Last time the storyteller talked about Sun Zichu turning into a parrot. And then there was no follow-up. I'm so anxious. If you don't tell me what happened next, I will definitely not have a good Mid-Autumn Festival!"
"How about I... I'll ask Pang Yi to invite another storyteller to come to your house tomorrow to tell you a story?" Zhong Mingwei looked at the book "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" in his hand. He felt frightened no matter how he looked at it, but looking at Mei Ya's dissatisfied face, he hurriedly smiled. "You can't wait until tomorrow, right? Then you can read it yourself. If there is anything you don't know or understand, come and ask me. It just so happens that you are learning to read now, right?"
"You just don't want to tell me a story!" Mei Ya was angry and yelled at Zhong Mingwei. "You are obviously fine. But you just don't want to tell me a story! Why are you like this?"
"No. It's not that I don't want to tell you..." Zhong Mingwei was having a headache, he didn't know how to tell Mei Ya. It's not that he didn't want to tell her stories, but he was really timid. He never dared to watch "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", especially when it was cloudy outside and the rain was pouring down. Such weather was creepy, if he was watching "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio"...
Zhong Mingwei swallowed hard, then took Meiya's hand and said with a smile, "Girl, if you want to hear a story, I'll tell you one you haven't heard before. You don't have to listen to "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio". I have a lot of stories in my mind..."
"Are you full of Zhang Sheng and Chen Shimei? Zhong Mingwei, you keep telling your wife to divorce her and remarry. What's your mentality?" Mei Ya interrupted him coldly, shook off his hand, and glared at the man, "You want me to be alert all the time and be devoted to you wholeheartedly, otherwise if you are not satisfied, you will turn me, your wife, into a divorced woman?"
"How could I?!" Zhong Mingwei felt so wronged that he was speechless for a long time, and then he hurriedly defended himself, "When did I divorce my wife and remarry? I'm just afraid that one day you will get tired of me and divorce a lame old man like me. I'm so eager to please you, how can I dare to think of anything else?"
"Now is the chance to please me?" Meiya's face looked much better, and she pointed at the book "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio". "It's rare to find a scholar in a book who is not annoying. Zhong Mingwei, can you tell me what happened to that grandson Chu after he turned into a parrot? And does Abao know that the parrot is him?"
"Okay, I'll tell you right away..." Facing the little girl's eagerness for knowledge, Grandpa Zhong finally opened "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" and found the chapter "A Bao". "Sun Zichu looked at the dead parrot and thought, if I could turn into a parrot, I could spread my wings and fly to A Bao's room. As he was thinking, his body really turned into a parrot and flew out gracefully, all the way to A Bao's room..."
"Stop, stop, stop!" Mei Ya interrupted Zhong Mingwei hurriedly, and then ran to the outer hall without looking back. When Zhong Mingwei was wondering, he saw Mei Ya holding a plate of melon seeds, candied fruits, and dried fruits, and placed them neatly on the table. Then she put a piece of apricot in her mouth and nodded to Zhong Mingwei, "Mr. Zhong, please continue. I will reward you if you tell me!"
Zhong Mingwei: “…”
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"After Sun Zichu came back to life, his body gradually returned to normal. That year, there was a provincial examination, and Sun Zichu won the first place. The next year, he passed the imperial examination and entered the Hanlin Academy. The emperor heard about these strange things about Sun Zichu and summoned him to ask him about it. Sun Zichu reported everything truthfully. The emperor praised him very much and later summoned Abao to reward the couple greatly." After finally finishing the story, Zhong Mingwei breathed a sigh of relief. While thinking in his heart that there was no skinning and eating of people in this article, he smiled and looked at the little girl who was still tilting her head in a daze, "What are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about Mr. Chen." Mei Ya blurted out.
The corner of Zhong Mingwei's mouth twitched: "Girl, is it really appropriate for you to think about other men in front of your man?"
"What are you thinking? My thoughts are totally different from what you think," Mei Ya glared at the man, stuffed a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake into her mouth, and said vaguely, "Sun Zichu is a fool with good fortune. He married his ideal woman and got a good score on the imperial examination. I don't know if Mr. Chen can be as successful as Sun Zichu in this provincial examination. In the past in the capital, I heard that some people took the examinations from their youth to their old age but still couldn't pass the examination to become a scholar."
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