Lin Lan found that she should speak less of those. As long as the children heard it before, she could brush it off and say she picked it up; but anything that they haven’t heard off, she wouldn’t know either.
At this time, Han Qingsong opened his mouth and recited a few words, “The moon has shapes and sizes, just like how people have joys and sorrows. No matter how hard a task, we will share the joys and sorrows of thousands of miles together.”
Lin Lan, “…Marvellous! Look at your father, how amazing he is!”
Wow, what appropriate timing.
With that being said, Erwang also began to think of the poems taught by Han Qingping one after another.
Xiaowang was fiddling with the flute? and after a while, he began to play it. Although no one taught him how to use it and he was just randomly blowing the notes, they were rather pleasant to hear.
Of course, he didn’t know how to coordinate all the notes together, so he only had the skillful combination of three or four notes back and forth.
Lin Lan boasted, “That child is our family’s musician.”
Sanwang immediately said, “And I am the master of swimming.”
Everyone laughed as Maisui came in and laughed at him, “I don’t think so, don’t be stupid. I think you’re the master of eating, that’s what you are.”
Sanwang pointed at Dawang, “Then the eldest brother is a master of brawling.”
Dawang’s face turned dark all of a sudden as he glared at him. Sanwang let out a low chuckle and avoided his gaze.
Sanwang pointed to Erwang again, “Second brother is a master of selfishness,” then pointed to Maisui, “And you are a master of acting pretty.”
The other children started to chase and beat him up.
Sanwang hid in Lin Lan’s arms, “Father is the master of stealing food!”
Lin Lan, “!! You’re going to get bashed.”
She pinned Sanwang on the kang and tickled him, “I somehow think that you are a trickster,” Erwang and Maisui also came to tickle him.
Sanwang was so out of breath from laughing that he huddled himself into the form of a shrimp and hid, laughing all over until his body started losing strength.
Dawang suddenly choked out a sentence, “We wear golden armour in all battles on the yellow sand, but never will we return should Loulan(1) not be bested.”
(T/N: Loulan is an ancient kingdom)
Everyone was stunned for a while before Erwang smiled and said, “Eldest brother is so amazing, which verse is this?”
Although it had nothing to do with the moon, it’s really amazing that Dawang, who had never been enthusiastic about academics, could actually recite a line of poetry.
Dawang raised his chin subconsciously, “I don’t know either.”
The laughter of the room echoed in the new house. Seeing his wife and children so happy, Han Qingsong’s heart slowly floated up lightly like the moon that hung in the sky.
By this time, Han Jinyu had run home and naturally, she brought chaos along with her.
A mere bowl of food caused the celebration of the Mid-Autumn Festival of Old Man Han’s family to go astray. With all the hitting, crying, screaming, and yelling, it took a long time for everyone to settle down and return to their respective rooms.
Old Lady Han suddenly had an epiphany and patted the edge of the Kang as she scolded,”That vixen did it on purpose! That black-hearted person deliberately sent a bowl of vegetables to sow discord among us. I see now— everyone in this family should have less contact with her. If I see anyone talking to her, I will throw them out of this house myself!”
After scolding, she couldn’t let go of this hatred and whined, “All day long that shrew thought about separating the family and eating all the good stuff out there. Do they actually want to starve their parents and their siblings?”