jdhmnovel Chapter 218 Working together
Chapter 218 Working together
The storytelling rehearsal ended perfectly and lively.
Everyone worked together to put away all the tables, chairs and benches. After seeing off all of Sanmao's brothers, the whole family sat in the main room. At normal times, they would have gone to bed.
It is now around seven or eight o'clock in the evening. In my previous life, at this time many people had just returned home from get off work and had just eaten, and it was not yet time for nightlife.
In ancient times, people would go to bed here. Yes, there were basically no entertainment programs in ancient times, and lighting such as lamp oil and wax was expensive. In rural areas, everyone went to bed after dark, and many people got up at four or five in the morning. At this time, the moon and stars were still hanging in the sky. People fully exerted the good habit of going to bed early and getting up early.
Old Mrs. Yang, Yang Dashan, Li and others always had bright smiles on their faces. Those smiles were as beautiful as flowers blooming in spring. Since this morning, those smiles have not faded at all.
At this moment, Grandma Yang held Xiaocao'er's delicate little hands tightly and asked lovingly, "Xiaocao'er, my dear granddaughter, tell grandma, where did you know the amazing preview story they told today? Oh, it's so good! I love it so much. I wonder if there will be more exciting plots later?"
Mrs. Li, who was standing by, also hurried over and gently held Xiao Cao'er's other hand. Her eyes were full of curiosity and expectation. She couldn't wait to ask, "Yes, my dear girl, they are so wonderful! I have never heard you mention these wonderful stories before. Tell me, where did you get so many interesting stories from?"
At this time, there was no extra hand to hold Yang Dashan, so he had to sit next to Li. He grinned and said with a simple smile: "Hey, it's really good to listen to! When they were telling the story, they acted so much like it! Moreover, each of them acted out the story in a different way. Even Dad likes to listen to it very much."
Hearing this, Xiao Cao'er quickly responded with a smile: "Okay, okay, grandma, mom and dad, if you really like to listen, I will tell you again whenever I have the chance in the future." After saying that, her cute little face was filled with a sweet smile.
At this time, Damao on the side couldn't help but interrupt: "That's right, I think it's quite exciting too! After all, everyone's understanding and perception of the same story is different. Because of this, everyone's performance will naturally be different." While speaking, Damao kept nodding his head, seeming to be very satisfied with his own insights.
"That's right, that's right." Simao nodded repeatedly, expressing his strong agreement. "It's just like when we were reading a book, facing the same paragraph in an article, everyone would have different opinions and insights based on their own experiences, knowledge reserves and ways of thinking! However, no matter how different everyone's opinions are, the basic main idea expressed by that paragraph is always the same."
At this time, Simao turned his head to look at Xiaocao'er beside him, his eyes full of curiosity and confusion, and asked softly: "Sister, I'm really curious, where do these interesting stories that Qiangzi and others rehearsed come from? Why have I never heard you mention them before?" As he said, he stood up and walked to the table, picked up the kettle, carefully poured a cup of warm water of suitable temperature into the cup, and then gently pushed the cup in front of Xiaocao'er.
"Of course you haven't heard of it! I just dreamed about this story some time ago." Xiao Cao'er blinked her big watery eyes and said mysteriously.
"Oh? Then tell grandma quickly, what kind of wonderful story is it?" Old Mrs. Yang was curious about the little grass and asked with anticipation on her face.
Xiao Cao'er began to narrate with great interest: "In the dream, there was a monkey with great magical powers. He was the legendary Monkey King! He held a golden cudgel in his hand, could transform into 72 different forms, and was omnipotent in everything he did…"
"Have you dreamt of other stories?" Old Mrs. Yang listened with great interest and couldn't help but continue asking out of curiosity.
Xiao Cao'er tilted his head and thought for a while, then answered excitedly: "I had another dream, also about the Monkey King, but it was completely different from the one I talked about today. It's just that I can't remember some of the contents very clearly now. When I suddenly remember them one day, I will write them down immediately." As he spoke, Xiao Cao'er's cute little brows unconsciously wrinkled into a ball, as if he was trying hard to recall the wonderful plot in the dream.
"What's wrong, sister? If you really can't remember, don't force yourself to think about it." Sanmao said with concern on his face, a hint of worry in his eyes.
"That's right, sister. It's just a dream after all. Sometimes it's really hard to remember the things in the dream clearly. It's normal if you really can't remember them." Damao also hurried over and whispered to comfort her, and reached out and gently patted Xiaocao'er's shoulder.
Hearing what her brothers said, Xiao Caoer shook her head, her beautiful eyebrows knitted tightly together, as if she had unspeakable worries in her heart. She bit her lip and slowly said, "Actually, I'm not thinking about the previous story, but recently I have been having another strange dream over and over again. Every time in this dream, there is the same voice saying the same sentence over and over again."