Summer of 2011 AD.

late at night.

"Husband, hurry up...a ​​little faster...ah..."

With a long and ecstatic moan, the room fell into a brief calm.

After a while, after a rustling sound, Wang Fengqin, who had cleaned up a little, got out of bed with satisfaction, turned on the light, then glanced at the man who was lying on the bed and savoring it, and said angrily: "You damn, why are you so energetic tonight?"

Song Pingguo smiled, turned sideways, and said comfortably with the electric fan: "Didn't you just hope I'm going to be energetic? Look at your excitement just now, I don't know how long hasn't seen you..."

"Go and go, what are you talking nonsense?" Wang Fengqin spat with a hot face, then walked towards the door, reached out to unscrew the door, threw the words "I'll go see the child" and left the room as if he ran away.

Song Pingguo and Wang Fengqin have been married for ten years. They have a son and a daughter. The daughter Song Qing is nine years old this year. After the summer vacation, she will be a third-grade student in elementary school. Her son Song Ming is still relatively young, and she was only three years old last month. However, don’t underestimate this three-year-old doll. He knows more than his sister who is in the second-grade elementary school. She is a famous genius weird child in this old and ordinary community.

"Hey, why is the light still on?" Wang Fengqin came to her son's room and found that there was a light coming out from the crack in the door below. She couldn't help but frown: "What time is this kid now, why don't he turn off the lights and go to bed?"

With a click, Wang Fengqin unscrewed the door and saw her precious son sitting cross-legged on the computer chair, wearing earplugs on his head, watching something intently in front of the computer, and not even reacting at all when she came in.

Speaking of which, he bought the computer of his baby son by his birthday last month. Their living standards are far from well-off, and at most they are above the food and clothing level. Originally, other families with the same family as them would definitely not buy a computer for a three-year-old child. But Wang Fengqin bought it, not because she had too much money to spend. It was because her baby son was so sensible that she had never worried her since she was born. She finally asked her, the mother, to buy a computer, but she really couldn't bear to let her son down.

So, Wang Fengqin informed her husband and decided to buy a computer for her son as a birthday gift. After she bought the computer, Song Pingguo was still jealous and planned to use the old computer for her son, while they used the new computer because they were afraid that the children would not understand it, so it would be a pity to break the computer if they broke it. Just give it to him as an old one.

However, his proposal was immediately rejected by his wife. The reason was even simpler. You, a father, are you embarrassed to compete with your son for a computer? With this sentence, Song Pingguo had nothing to say, watching his little bastard using a brand new computer, while he, I, use an old computer from a few years ago. So... I'm so envious!!!

After getting off the ground, Wang Fengqin opened the door and walked in. She found that her baby son was fascinated by the computer. She was also very curious. What was this child watching when he was not sleeping in the middle of the night? When he got closer, he saw that the scene immediately made Wang Fengqin feel burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, and he was completely unaware of the east, west, south and north.

Oh my God! The earth! The great and compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves the suffering and the suffering!...

This... this...the eye-catching picture shocked Wang Fengqin. She rubbed her eyes desperately, wondering if there was something wrong with her eyes or the rain with her husband just now caused her to hallucinate? I saw a man and a woman were playing a certain sport on the computer screen. From the name on the screen and the subtitles, it can be seen that this is a video that is not suitable for children. And if she guessed correctly, it should be the most famous one among the restricted films - "Jin Ping Mei"!

Her baby son didn't sleep in the middle of the night, but he was sitting in front of the computer with concentration and watching the classic third-level film "Jin Ping Mei"? This discovery made Wang Fengqin shy, angry, angry and worried. You know, her son is just three years old!!!

At this moment, Wang Fengqin even regretted her intestines. She was so evil, why did she buy a computer for him? Look, if you don’t learn the good ones, you can learn the bad ones. How old is it? You started to learn to watch restricted videos. And when you look at his enchanting appearance, you really enjoy watching it. Oh my God, who taught him this?

Wang Fengqin was spinning these messy thoughts in her mind, and the movements in the computer screen became more and more intense. When she reacted, she quickly reached out to cover her son's eyes, then took off the earplug he was wearing, and then moved the mouse to turn off the player. After doing all this, Wang Fengqin let go of the hand covering her son's eyes...

When he was covered in his eyes at that critical moment, Song Ming almost cursed, "Oh, who is so unethical?" Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and swallowed the words back to his mouth. Because he suddenly remembered that there was anyone who could come to his room in the middle of the night, besides his dear mother?

Since Song Ming slept in a room, his mother would come to see if he had covered his quilt in the middle of the night, at least once a night or more than three or four times. He had been too obsessed with watching things before, so he forgot about this. Now, he was caught watching such a movie, and maybe the computer would be confiscated. What should I do?

Song Ming quickly turned his mind and turned his head, hey, as expected, the person who covered his eyes just now was not someone else, but the mother who loved him the most.

"Mom, why did you suddenly cover my eyes? It scared me." Song Ming said with dissatisfaction with his black eyes.

"This..." After a pause, Wang Fengqin slowed down her serious expression and asked, "Obviously, who taught you what you just saw?"

When Song Ming heard this, he immediately understood that his mother thought he was still young and didn't understand this, and he breathed a little relieved. If he installed it again, he might be able to keep the computer. Thinking of this, Song Ming shook his head and said, "No one taught me to read it. I just clicked it out randomly when I flipped the web page. That uncle is so fierce. He is bullying the aunt! The aunt was so bullied and cried."

Uncle bullied the aunt? The aunt was so bullied that she cried? Wang Fengqin was so sweaty that she heard it, but she felt relieved. Fortunately, this little guy didn't understand what the movie just now meant. Maybe he really clicked it out to watch it randomly?

It is normal for Wang Fengqin to have this idea. After all, she doesn't really understand how that thing is viewed on the Internet. Do you need to download it? Or can you just click it in and watch it? She has only a little understanding of these, so when her son said this, she naturally thought that he really clicked it out and read it.

"That aunt... is fine!" Wang Fengqin paused and said with a somewhat unnatural expression: "Obviously, you are not allowed to order such things in the future, do you know?"

"Oh, I got it, mom!" Song Ming responded obediently.

"Then go to bed quickly. It's so late and you haven't been asleep. You're not obedient at all!"

"Oh, then mom, you go to bed too, you're obviously going to bed now!"

"Well, go to bed quickly, mom watches you sleep before leaving!"

Song Ming said "Oh", then moved his mouse to turn off the computer, said good night to his mother, and then went to bed obediently. Wang Fengqin came over to help her son cover the sheets, and then left the room after giving a few more instructions. Of course, before leaving, she did not forget to turn off the lights and close the door. She left her son's room, then turned around to her daughter's room, helped her daughter cover the sheets that she kicked out, and then returned to her own room.

"Why have you been there for so long?" Song Pingguo asked casually.

"It's not clear yet, hey, this kid..." Wang Fengqin couldn't help but feel confused when she remembered the scene of her son sitting cross-legged on a computer chair and watching the restricted video intently.

"What's wrong with him?" Song Pingguo asked in confusion. This child has never had to worry about since he was born. How could he listen to his wife's tone? It seems that there is something wrong?

"What's wrong?" Wang Fengqin kicked off her slippers, lay down on the other side of the bed, and then asked with her head tilted, "Do you know what he was doing when I just passed by?"

"Isn't he sleeping? What can he do? Kick the quilt or fall under the bed?"

Wang Fengqin was silent after hearing this, and then she said unstoppablely: "He is watching third-level movies!"

Song Pingguo said "oh", then suddenly woke up and said in a lost voice: "What did you say? He... is watching a third-level movie?"

"Yeah!" Wang Fengqin nodded with certainty. She understood her husband's surprised expression.

"I said, wife, aren't you kidding me?" Song Pingguo was a little uneasy, but this was normal. Any parent wouldn't be calm when he heard this.

"Do you think I'm joking?" Wang Fengqin asked back.

Song Pingguo was silent for a moment, and then said, "What the hell is going on? Tell me, he is only three years old, how can he know how to watch such a video?"

"How could I know? Maybe it was a coincidence?" Wang Fengqin said as she told her husband everything she had seen before. Finally, she frowned and said, "If I had known, I wouldn't have bought him this computer. Otherwise, I would confiscate the computer tomorrow. What do you think?"

Song Pingguo pondered for a while before nodding with consent and said, "Well, then I'll confiscate the computer tomorrow!"

"Okay, then that's it, go to bed first! Let's get up tomorrow!"

"Um!"

...

After her mother left the room, Song Ming, who was originally lying on the bed and sleeping with her eyes closed, slowly opened her eyes, and a hint of embarrassment passed through her eyes. However, the embarrassing expression just flashed and soon changed into a deep look that did not belong to a three-year-old child.

Song and Ming Dynasty were not modern people in the true sense. To be precise, he was an ancient person more than 400 years ago.

He... was reborn, a master of the strange man in the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng, the first writer in the history of Chinese literature to independently create novels, and regenerate the little kid of Song Ming.

Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng couldn't figure out what happened. Anyway, after he died of sleep, when he woke up again, he turned into a newly born baby, and this baby was a child of Song Ming, who is now three years old.

The embarrassing thing that was just broken by my mother was actually a misunderstanding. His original intention was not to watch that kind of video, but to see what his work was filmed like, that... it was really pure curiosity.

It took him a few days to find a way to download "Jin Ping Mei". This is also thanks to his interest in computers since he was two years old. He went to his parents' rooms to watch his father or mother play computers every day. Under the influence of his eyes, he still knew some basic computer operations. Therefore, after tinkering with him for a few days, he finally downloaded Yang Simin's version of "Jin Ping Mei".

So, this embarrassing scene came tonight.

Although Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng is a strange man of his generation, and has seen many beautiful scenes, it still shocked modern shooting technology. Fortunately, he had been ups and downs in the officialdom for decades, and had the ability to keep his color unchanged. Therefore, as soon as he was caught by his mother, he quickly adjusted his mentality and finally got through it.

Otherwise, he wouldn't know where to put his old face.

Lying on the bed and thinking for a while, it was not until a sleepy feeling came that Song Ming closed his eyes and fell asleep. In the gap of his sleep, Song Ming felt in his heart that something was wrong with the "Jin Ping Mei" he just watched. Although he did involve a lot of descriptions in that aspect when he wrote it, it was not the point after all. But are there too many clips in the video I just watched?
Chapter completed!