City: My Little Prodigy

Soon, the group returned home.

Looking at the live broadcast material in his hand, Shen Lang thought for a while.

Then he spoke up.

"Jia Yao, Bao'er, you should study first."

"Xiaobao, you and Xiaoyu also go to rest."

"···real?"

Wang Xiaobao was stunned for a moment.

Shen Lang smiled slightly.

"Otherwise? Do you still want to continue practicing Huangmei Opera?"

"I'm going to rest now!"

Fearing that Shen Lang would go back, Wang Xiaobao hurried into the house.

He never felt that.

Rest turned out to be such a happy, so happy thing.

Lying on the bed, within a few seconds, Wang Xiaobao fell asleep.

The other half, Shen Lang walked into the study and turned on the computer.

Since we want to carry forward the quintessential culture of the country, how can it be limited to live broadcasts?

Video is definitely something to do.

After searching for a few teaching clips, he watched it intently.

Soon, Shen Lang closed the video and downloaded several editing software.

After putting the live material one by one.

He quickly edited it according to his own ideas.

After a while, a short video was edited.

Taking a look at the finished product, Shen Lang nodded with satisfaction.

Afterwards, he opened the international version of Douyin, thought about it, and typed out the title.

"Little Boys with National Style, Beginning with the Promotion of National Essence Culture"

"Episode 1, Huangmei Opera"

Click to post the video, Shen Lang stretched.

It's been a tiring day today, let's rest first.

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Soon, it was late at night.

In Wang Xiaobao's room.

"I go!"

"I really can't use up such a large pot of pen wash!"

With a shout, Wang Xiaobao got out of the bed with a look of horror.

After a few seconds, he realized that he was dreaming just now.

"f*ck!"

"Today's..."

"I'm going to go crazy if I stay here and wait for my mother to come back!"

"...No, I'm going to call Mom tonight!"

"Let her hurry up and pick me up!"

Having made up his mind, Wang Xiaobao ran to the door and opened it carefully.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, silent and silent, which is a good opportunity for him to escape from prison!

Pick up the charged phone on the desktop, unlock it quickly, and enter mom's phone number.

In an instant, the corners of Wang Xiaobao's mouth turned up proudly.

Look how he doesn't kill this uncle this time!

After a few seconds, the call was connected.

A nice voice fell in Wang Xiaobao's ear.

"Hello? Is that Uncle Jia Yao?"

"Mom--it's me!"

Wang Xiaobao was so excited that he forgot that it was midnight.

In an instant, he groaned.

"Xiaobao, why did you call me in the middle of the night?"

"Where's your uncle?"

Aunt Jia Yao's tone was very puzzled.

Holding the mobile phone, Wang Xiaobao quickly ran to the bathroom, and then whispered.

"Mom, when are you coming to pick me up?"

"That bastard uncle Shen Lang bullied me!"

"what?"

Aunt Jia Yao was taken aback.

"Isn't he only eight years old?"

"Why did I bully you?"

"He bullies me every day!"

Wang Xiaobao's voice trembled, and he cried with a wow.

"He, he forced me to practice calligraphy..."

"Also, let me memorize ancient poems..."

"Sing the Huangmei Opera!"

"My mind is now full of birds in pairs on the tree!"

"Mom, come back quickly and pick me up!"

"Heaven is so scary..."

"Uuu...I don't want to stay in the Celestial Dynasty anymore, I want to go back abroad..."

Wang Xiaobao cried with snot and tears.

There was also a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, before he could finish speaking, Aunt Jiayao interrupted him.

The tone was very puzzled.

"Xiaobao, you said you practiced calligraphy and memorized ancient poems?"

"What ancient poems have you memorized, can you listen to your mother?"

As soon as the crying stopped, Wang Xiaobao hesitated for a few seconds and said slowly.

"...Chunmian doesn't realize the dawn, I hear birds chirping everywhere..."

"do you have anything else?"

"Withered vines, old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water..."

"Hmm, my mother has memorized this song too, is there anything else?"

"···Wild fire, in spring···"

"..."

After reciting more than a dozen ancient poems, Wang Xiaobao realized that something was wrong.

f*ck!

Isn't he calling for help?

Why are you still reciting ancient poems!

He slapped the toilet lid hard with his little hand, he said sadly and indignantly.

"Mom! What are you doing?"

"I don't want to recite ancient poems, I want to go home!"

"When exactly are you coming to pick me up?"

"Stay any longer, me, I'm going crazy!"

However, in the next second, Wang Xiaobao was silent.

"Little treasure, I think you're so nice?"

Just listen to Aunt Jia Yao speak.

"I used to worry that you lived abroad all the year round."

"Is there any way to understand the culture of the Celestial Dynasty?"

"Now that you can recite so many ancient poems, my mother is really happy."

"When I have a chance, I must thank Uncle Jiayao!"

Thank you sister!

Wang Xiaobao completely collapsed.

He grabbed the phone and shouted.

"I, I have been tortured like this!"

"You also thank him!"

"Mom, I won't be picked up by you!"

Hearing this, Aunt Jiayao was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly became a little angry.

"Little treasure, how do you talk!"

"Uncle Jiayao has put so much effort into educating you."

"You're still complaining!"

"Wait when I go back and see if I don't beat you hard!"

After speaking, the phone was immediately hung up.

Listening to the busy tone in the ear.

Wang Xiaobao's tears burst out.

The fake mom!

I'm so miserable, you still want to beat me!

This, this... woohoo!

God, please strike me with a thunderbolt!

Wang Xiaobao was crying, but the phone suddenly dinged and rang.

"Um?"

Clicking on the message notification, Wang Xiaobao was stunned for a moment.

I saw a video of him singing Huangmei Opera during the day on the screen.

This Shen Lang!

Wang Xiaobao kicked his legs angrily.

Even live.

It was even cut into a video and posted on Douyin!

This is so special, do you want him to be embarrassed and put to death!

Angrily clicked on the background, Wang Xiaobao immediately wanted to delete the video.

But when he opened it, he was stunned.

A video of less than five minutes, published only a few hours ago.

The number of likes has exceeded 500,000!

As long as he was stunned, this value was still soaring all the way.

The number of comments is also increasing.

"What is this singing? It sounds familiar?"

"Didn't you hear it? This is the Huangmei Opera "Tianxian Match"!"

"As expected, I'm getting old. This was a household name when I was young."

"I never imagined that such a young child would sing Huangmei Opera."

"Seeing that the quintessence of the country has been passed down, I am suddenly moved."

"I know this kid. He was singing the Huangmei Opera in the square near my house."

"I heard that it was his eight-year-old uncle who trained him to learn Huangmei Opera."

"Eight-year-old uncle, raising ten-year-old nephew?!"

"Damn it, it's a bit strong!"

"..."