Chapter 70 The Story of Tangram

Zhao Mengxiong, who felt that he was much closer to Yang Hai, took out an exquisite jigsaw puzzle from the drawer.

"This is my birthday gift from Brother Chen Deng." Zhao Mengxiong proudly showed off: "This is my baby."

Looking at the ancient game of Tangram, Yang Hai suddenly remembered the days on the mountain. For a while, Yang Hai fell in love with Tangram crazy and used it to match it every day, which really made a lot of non-mainstream shapes.

Yang Hai took the tangram and started playing. He had to think about it for a while at first, but gradually became familiar with it, the tangram changed into various tricks under his hands, which made Zhao Mengxiong dazzle. Yang Hai made many patterns, some of which Zhao Mengxiong knew, and some that he couldn't guess. He often thought about how the previous pattern was made up, and Yang Hai had already messed up the original one. It was a pity that the next pattern had been put together again.

"Wow!" Zhao Mengxiong exclaimed: "Brother Yang Hai is so amazing!"

"It's okay, I just like to play with this before." Yang Hai spelled out another pattern while he was speaking. Zhao Mengxiong shouted excitedly: "It's a house! What a beautiful house! I can also buy a house, but I don't have the beauty of Brother Yang Hai!"

Yang Hai spliced ​​the jigsaw puzzle back into a square and smiled and said, "You try it."

Zhao Mengxiong took the tangram and started playing.

Tangram is a game that tests imagination very much and is comparable to Tetris. Unfortunately, because Tangram cannot be as infinitely looped as Tetris, it is not included in the regular tutorials for professional players, and is generally used as a minor tutorial. Yang Hai found that Zhao Mengxiong's Tangram was playing well.

Ordinary people usually make tangrams according to the drawings, but if they are veterans, they pay attention to improvisation. Although Zhao Mengxiong's technique is a bit awkward, he reveals a sense of spirituality and is a good seedling.

"Not bad." Yang Hai praised, "Imagination is so interesting."

Zhao Mengxiong smiled with his eyebrows and eyes.

He was playing with the tangram, and Yang Hai looked around. He found a piece of paper on the table, which seemed to be a paper, or a homework paper for homework, with Zhao Mengxiong's name written on it, and a big zero written in red pen, and two exclamation marks. The force penetrated the back of the paper, and the angry emotions of the scribing the scribble emerged.

Yang Hai looked down.

Title: Please use the following words to make sentences—

1A side...

The answer was: On July 7th, I prepared two gifts for them, one was Xiao Qian and the other was Xiao Ya.

Yang Hai immediately sweated for a moment. When he was as old as Zhao Mengxiong, he didn't understand these things - he had never seen a woman before he was fifteen years old, and female creatures were forbidden in the Zizhu Forest.

No matter what, this guy has a future.

2 First... and...

The answer was: I gave Xiao Qian an apple first and then Xiao Ya a chocolate.

Yang Hai burst out laughing. He knew how to step on two boats at such a young age?

3 Sure enough

The answer was: I gave Xiao Qian an apple first and then Xiao Ya a chocolate.

Yang Hai was stunned for two seconds before he found the word "Really" in the sentence.

Yang Hai's evaluation of Zhao Mengxiong immediately changed from promising to a wizard.

4 Some... Some...

I have what Xiao Qian and Xiao Ya have, and I have what Xiao Qian and Xiao Ya don’t have.

Yang Hai was stunned for a moment, damn... Is this damn... Is it because the kids are too unrestrained nowadays, or is it because Zhao Mengxiong is too awesome?

Now it seems that the second possibility is greater.

The following question is a continuation sentence:

He lives west of Yangguan Road—

Zhao Mengxiong wrote this: He lives on the west side of Yangguan Road, also known as Guanxi. Because his surname is Chen, we all call him Chen Guanxi.

Yang Hai was amazed - if I were a teacher, I would have given him 0 points - and then continued to read.

The last question is an interesting imitation sentence: please imitate the sentence structure of the sentence in brackets and write another sentence.

In ancient times, technology was very backward (transportation basically depends on travel, communication basically depends on yelling).

Zhao Mengxiong wrote: Blind dates are basically based on viewing, and entertainment is basically based on hands.

Yang Hai swallowed, took the paper over, and asked tentatively: "This... entertainment is basically up to your hands... what is your original intention?"

"The original intention?" Zhao Mengxiong looked at Yang Hai strangely: "It's just about self-growth."

"...self-growth?" Yang Hai felt very distressed.

"I don't understand this? They are all such a big person." Zhao Mengxiong looked at Yang Hai with a very pitiful look: "Self-growth is to beat, fly, and fly, do you understand the stupid brother Yang Hai?"

"I've been taught." Yang Hai nodded desperately to vent his emotions: "I have benefited a lot! Your sister, your sister Ruoshui and your brother Chen Qing know that you...uh...so precocious?"

"I don't know." Zhao Mengxiong said indifferently: "Anyway, that school...and even if parents are invited, parents can't go. My sister and I are not in the same school. Brother Chen Qingqing is very busy with work. Sister Ruoshui comes to accompany us to talk, clean the room, and they don't care too much about learning, and they don't know."

Suddenly, Yang Hai felt that perhaps Zhao Mengxiong's heart was not as careless as he showed.

Maybe Zhao Mengxiong is like this, just to make himself look stronger.

"Why did you tell me?" Yang Hai asked.

"The main reason is that I think Brother Yang Hai is not a gossiper." Zhao Mengxiong curled his lips, "Goggle is the most annoying."

"The main reason?" Yang Hai joked. "What about the main reason?"

"Actually, the fundamental reason is that I forgot to put away the papers." Zhao Mengxiong admitted: "I answered the papers on purpose. I don't like the new Chinese teacher. He looks like a gangster in the movie, and he always looks at the girls in the class in a lustful way."

"So you're teasing him like this?" Yang Hai sat on the bed.

Zhao Mengxiong shrugged: "It's not just to tease him. The psychologists in the school always say that I'm making trouble because I don't have parents, so I hope to attract other people's attention."

"However?" Yang Hai asked.

"Are you curious?" Zhao Mengxiong reorganized the tangram into a square, turned to look at the sea, and a trace of cynical affection appeared on his tender face. "Do you believe what the psychologist said?"

"No." Yang Hai shook his head.

"Haha," the little boy's frivolous expression immediately became a smile: "I thought Brother Yang Hai was different from others from the beginning. If you believed in those idiotic arguments, I would be disappointed."

"Little brat." Yang Hai rubbed Zhao Mengxiong's hair: "Tell me, why are you?"

"Because, if you are a little cooler, you will not be bullied." Zhao Mengxiong shrugged. "If a person is not liked by a teacher, then all the classmates will bully you; just as Brother Chen Deng told me, if a person is not liked by a leader, then all the colleagues will bully you. But I am not the type that is likable. I don't need them to pay attention to me, as long as they don't bully me, it's enough."

Yang Hai sighed: "You are so young, how do you know these things?"

"When I was younger, I knew when I saw my sister bargaining with the grocery seller with change and being driven away by someone else's dog." Zhao Mengxiong's clear eyes made Yang Hai feel a little uncomfortable.

"I haven't told anyone about these things." Zhao Mengxiong blinked: "So Brother Yang Hai, don't tell others. That's our little secret."

"Okay, our little secret." Yang Hai stretched out his hand and said seriously: "Tucking the hook?"

"Hook!" Zhao Mengxiong replied with a smile.

"Why did you tell me these things?" Yang Hai asked curiously.

Zhao Mengxiong said impatiently: "Brother Yang Hai, you are so gossipy, there are so many questions."

"I still want to know." Yang Hai insisted.

"Well, Brother Yang Hai is very serious when he is tied with me. Everyone else thinks I am a child." Zhao Mengxiong thought for a while and said, "And, I think Brother Yang Hai is a good person."

"What... how to say this?" Yang Hai was a little funny.

"I think that people who can play tangram well must not be bad people." Zhao Mengxiong said seriously.

Looking at Zhao Mengxiong's serious appearance, Yang Hai nodded.

"I heard you want to be a professional player, right? Just like your brother Chen Deng, you." Yang Hai stretched on the bed, and Zhao Mengxiong also lay beside him, stretched.

"Actually, it's okay to be a professional player. I just want to make a lot of money, enough for my sister and I to spend their whole life." Zhao Mengxiong whispered: "Sister doesn't have to bargain when buying things, nor does she have to go out to dry clothes in winter mornings. If there is a lot of money, it can wake up your parents. But I don't know what to do. It seems very difficult."

"Maybe." Yang Hai looked at Zhao Mengxiong with a little low mood. "It's very difficult, it's really difficult. But it's not difficult either."

"What should I do?" Zhao Mengxiong turned around and looked at Yang Hai's side face.

"I can't teach you anything." Yang Hai looked at the ceiling, and there was a full spider parked on it: "I'm too young to tell you what the truth is like those old people who have lived for many years, and tell you how to go is the right thing to do. Maybe I need someone else to tell you. But I saw a story in Gamer magazine before, about tangram. Maybe it will be helpful to you."

"uh-huh."

"The above says that people are tangrams. Tangrams are a simple square at the beginning, and everyone is, and the value they have is the same, without any difference." Yang Hai said: "Then, the true value of people begins to become different. Some people think they are not tangrams and think they do not have the ability to make changes, so they are willing to be mediocre and make squares for life; but some people don't, they think they can change the world, at least change themselves, so they are no longer squares. They endure the pain and divide themselves into seven shapes. The same part has become a tangram. The tangram can be made into various patterns, perhaps beautiful, perhaps love, or hideous, just like people, some are righteous and some are evil, but there is no doubt that they have realized their own value and are not mediocre. Therefore, the key is to believe in what they can do, as long as they believe, there is a possibility of change. And you are not different from the richest man in the federal state, you have the same potential. But he has turned his life into a gorgeous pattern, and now you are still a square, that's it."

"So I want to make a piece of tangram?" Zhao Mengxiong asked, "Then, Brother Yang Hai, do you believe this story?"

"I don't know." Yang Hai shook his head: "I don't know. I have learned a lot of knowledge, and my elders have also told me a lot of truths. The knowledge is quite smooth, but I don't understand those truths. He said it doesn't matter. Some things can only be understood after experiencing them. So, I left home and wandered here. If you want to find your answer, I am also looking for my answer. However, I only believe in what I can understand, love what I love, hate what I hate, like what I like, and hate what I hate. I will remember these truths until I understand, and then believe it; if I think it is wrong, then abandon it."

"Then I must also remember the truth that Brother Yang Hai told me." Zhao Mengxiong said seriously: "If I understand, then believe it; if I think it is wrong, then don't believe it."

"That would be great." Yang Hai smiled: "If you find the answer, please tell me?"

"Okay." Zhao Mengxiong nodded: "If I know the answer, tell Brother Yang Hai."

The two brothers' heart-to-heart talk was interrupted by Su Ruoshui's shouts.
Chapter completed!