City: My Little Prodigy

Learning how to play cotton?"

Hearing Shen Lang's words, Wang Xiaobao instantly became petrified.

Immediately there was an urge to curse.

But Qin Xiaobao's eyes suddenly brightened.

"Uncle, this is a good idea!"

"It happens that the quilts and stuffed dolls at home should be played."

"Learn about traditional culture and make some contribution to your family!"

Wang Xiaobao really didn't expect it.

He wants to learn calligraphy and Huangmei opera, and that's fine.

One day, you will actually have to learn to play cotton!

Does this thing count as celestial culture?

In an instant, Wang Xiaobao showed the expression of wanting to cry.

"Uncle...that, me, can't I still sing Huangmei opera?"

"I really can't, let me practice calligraphy..."

"Also, I haven't finished memorizing the ancient poems yet..."

"Learn to play cotton now...isn't it a bit too fast?"

"What's fast."

Shen Lang interrupted Wang Xiaobao directly.

"Let you learn and learn, you're welcome!"

"Jia Yao, go and clean up the biggest balcony."

"Xiaobao will play cotton there in the future!"

Play your sister!

Wang Xiaobao's expression turned black.

This is so special!

A wooden bow is twice his height!

It's hard to pick up, let alone use.

And that thing that looks like a paper clip.

He couldn't even tell the difference between positive and negative, let alone use it.

Gritting his teeth, he said.

"Uncle... this looks difficult."

"Watching the video may not learn well..."

"Why don't you wait two days and find a teacher to teach me."

"fine!"

Shen Lang waved his hand with a calm expression on his face.

"You have already learned Huangmei Opera, are you still afraid of playing cotton?"

"Go, move things over there, and I'll watch you play."

"You can overcome the difficulties yourself!"

"come on!"

Hearing Shen Lang's words, Wang Xiaobao suddenly had the urge to burst into tears.

Add your sister's oil!

He doesn't want to play cotton!

What about performing the Huangmei Opera?

What is the meaning of learning so many songs?!

Woohoo... Mom, he regrets it!

No matter how popular he is, he doesn't want to stay in the Celestial Dynasty!

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Although Wang Xiaobao had a hundred reluctance in his heart.

But looking at Shen Lang, he didn't dare to say that he didn't want to.

I had no choice but to drag the cotton tool and ran to the balcony.

After a while, the voice of the master who played cotton came from the tablet.

"Elastic cotton, actually refers to elastic cotton tires, and there are also elastic cotton quilts."

"After the cotton is seeded, play it with a string bow..."

While watching the video, Wang Xiaobao held the wooden bow that was at least two heads taller than him.

His face collapsed, playing cotton.

Why is there such a strange traditional culture!

He was wrong.

He will never say that he wants to learn the culture of the Celestial Dynasty again!

Why did mom send him to a place like this...

Woohoo... It's really tiring to play cotton.

His hand hurts so much...he really wants to go home...

As soon as he sniffed, Wang Xiaobao's tears still didn't come out.

Shen Lang's voice came over.

"Xiaobao, I know you learn a new culture every time."

"I am very excited."

"But don't cry every time, okay?"

"The cotton is soaked in water too much, but it turns into clumps."

"It's uncomfortable to cover and it's not very warm."

"...I, I know."

Looking at the amount of cotton under his hands.

Wang Xiaobao sniffed hard and said with a sad face.

So much cotton, how long will he play!

Mom, as long as you can come back soon, you can do anything with him!

He, he really doesn't want to stay here anymore...

After all, playing cotton is the job of two people.

Wang Xiaobao, a ten-year-old child, played for a long time and then played a little bit.

It also bounced like a huddled dandelion.

It looks very funny.

"It's barely usable."

Seeing this, Shen Lang said.

"In the next time, you still have to practice more."

"Strive to play a pound of cotton in half an hour."

"Then, can I rest?"

Wang Xiaobao raised his sore arm and said without tears.

A wooden bow is so heavy that it needs to be hammered from time to time with a wooden hammer.

His wrists were hot and tired.

Seeing this, Shen Lang was not too difficult for the other party.

"Okay, you can rest."

"What do you want to do next?"

"I think···"

The three words watching TV have not been exported.

Wang Xiaobao reacted immediately and quickly swallowed it.

After thinking about it, he said cautiously.

"Uncle, I want to listen to a nursery rhyme for a while, okay?"

"sure."

Shen Lang picked up the tablet and opened the music software.

"What do you want to hear?"

Hearing this, Wang Xiaobao's face turned red with excitement.

Why didn't he think that listening to music was such a happy thing!

Maybe you can listen to music while lying on the sofa.

Take a comfortable rest.

After swallowing his saliva, Wang Xiaobao said.

"Uncle, you can listen to anything."

As soon as the words fell, Wang Xiaobao's expression was stunned.

Suddenly, an extremely ominous premonition flashed through my heart.

The next second, he didn't speak.

Shen Lang in front of him smiled slightly.

"Then listen to playing cotton."

"When you go back to set up a stall."

"If you play and sing at the same time, you will definitely attract a lot of audiences."

"..."

What did you say!

Wang Xiaobao's face distorted instantly.

He almost rushed over and slapped the tablet in Shen Lang's hand.

f*ck!

What's going on with your heaven?

Is it an exaggeration to even play cotton to make a song!

He, he wants to rest, he doesn't want to listen to this kind of song!

Gritting his teeth, he said.

"Uncle, I... can I not listen to this song?"

"I think I might...not really like it."

"No, you must listen!"

Shen Lang's eyes narrowed.

"You're going to learn to play cotton."

"What if you don't even know how to sell songs?"

"Listen to me and study hard!"

With that, Shen Lang shoved the tablet into Wang Xiaobao's hand.

Holding the tablet, Wang Xiaobao immediately wanted to cry.

I knew it would turn out like this!

He even listens to shitty songs!

Is it bad to sleep well?

woohoo

He really wants to go to a world without cotton...

With a sad face and lowered his head, Wang Xiaobao just wanted to listen to a song.

In his ear, Shen Lang remembered something and said again.

"correct."

"The song "Playing Cotton" has an MV."

"The people inside use the cotton-playing tool as a musical instrument."

"Little Treasure, go and get the wooden disc, wooden hammer, wooden bow, and so on... all of them."

"It's the same as in the MV."

"Sing and play with a cotton-tipped tool!"