I listened to my sister's words today.

The Yun family and Jiang Ling have almost the same educational philosophy. Neither side advocates forcing children to develop interests or giving them overly strict education.

If you have any questions, as long as you ask them, they will answer you without hesitation, and the answers will be clear and patient.

In their view, education should not oppress children, but should guide and inspire them in a natural atmosphere.

Therefore, the old lady continued to answer the child's question and told him a lot of knowledge and stories about opera.

The way of speaking is clever and appropriate, neither stiff nor boring.

There was always a relaxed atmosphere when the old lady told stories, as if the music, characters and stories all came alive in her narration.

In order to make it easier for children to understand and engage in the teaching, she does not stick to those profound history and terms, but guides children with vivid metaphors and interesting stories.

He hugged his granddaughter tenderly, holding her firmly on his lap, and told her the story.

"You see, in opera, female characters wield dual swords. These are not just any weapons."

As the old lady spoke, she took out two exquisite little swords from a wooden box beside her and held them in front of the child.

"These swords represent the characters' bravery and indomitable spirit, and only the bravest women would wield them."

Yun Yiru's eyes lit up and she stared at the two small swords.

Seeing this, the old lady chuckled and continued, "Let's see, if we add a male partner and then paint a 'painted face'.

That’s a very famous role in Peking Opera, such as ‘Farewell My Concubine.’”

At this time, the old man also plucked the strings of the erhu and plucked them gently.

As the melody rose and fell, the old man began to sing in a low and powerful voice: "With spears, we challenged several generals in the Han camp, but we were outnumbered and could not win. This is the will of Heaven for us, Chu!"

The sound gradually brings in tragic emotions with the notes of the erhu, making people feel as if they are in that war-torn era.

The old lady continued to explain the meaning of the sentence to the child, "You see, this sentence expresses the helplessness and heroism of King Xiang Yu of Chu when facing a powerful enemy.

'Heaven has doomed the Chu State' is a lament, but it is also filled with heroic spirit."

Yun Yiruo listened attentively, looking at her grandfather and grandmother intently, as if this history was happening right before her eyes.

At this moment, the old lady suddenly changed the subject and said, "In addition to Farewell My Concubine, there is another play with a very similar rhythm..." Before she finished speaking.

She raised her chin slightly and sang in a clear opera voice: "To save Li Lang, I left my home. Who would have thought that I would be ranked first in the imperial examination."

Yun Yiru was stunned after hearing this, her eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands excitedly and said, "I know, I know, that's Huangmei Opera!"

The old lady gently touched the child's head, smiled and nodded: "Yes, it is Huangmei Opera."

"This story tells of a clever and resourceful woman who, in order to save the man she loved, resolutely decided to disguise herself as a man to take the imperial examination. She ultimately won first place and became a historical legend."

After a pause, he continued slowly: “This story is not only touching, but also admirable.

Huangmei Opera was born from such stories. It uses the simplest singing style to express the most sincere emotions.

If it is mostly stories about men and women, and is filled with the gentle charm of the Jiangnan region, then it is Yue Opera.

The main framework of Yue Opera is mainly inclined towards sad love stories, and its famous representative work is "Zhuliang".

"Wow! Grandma and Grandpa are amazing! They know so much!"

Luo's mother gently took the child down from the old lady's arms. "Okay, baby, grandma can't stand you tossing and turning like that."

Yun Yiruo stretched out her little hand from her mother's arms and pointed to the old lady's arms. She was still eating the orange that her father fed her. There was some juice on the corners of her mouth, making her look particularly cute.

The old lady looked at her lively little granddaughter, couldn't help but smile, and reached out to pick her up.

Ye Shihan lowered her head, picked up her sister's coat that had fallen to the ground, and said casually, "After all, grandma often went to teach at the university after she retired."

"Wow! Is grandma a teacher?"

Yun Yiruo widened her eyes and made a surprised sound, as if she couldn't believe that her usually kind and gentle grandmother was actually a teacher.

The old lady smiled slightly and shook her head gently. "Not really. I just go to school occasionally to tell stories and talk about that period of history to students who are interested in opera."

When she said this, a trace of nostalgia flashed in her eyes, which was the deep love for opera and history over the years.

Yun Yiruo looked at her grandmother expectantly, then asked with wide eyes, "Does grandma like smart students?"

The old lady's eyes gleamed, and she leaned over and gently touched Yun Yiruo's little head: "Of course I like it. Smart students can always understand the mysteries and profound meanings more quickly."

Yun Yiruo lowered her head for a moment, not daring to look up: "But...but, when I went to school before, many teachers said I was stupid, and some even said they didn't like stupid students..."

"Oh, how could that be?"

The old lady opened her eyes wide in surprise, quickly hugged the child in her arms, and comforted him softly.

“There is no such thing as a stupid person. Everyone has something they are good at.”

"Also, it depends on what kind of people the teachers are."

"Some teachers just want students to understand their knowledge quickly, but in fact these students have only learned the skills of copying and pasting."

"In this way, students are just trying to cope with the exams without really understanding the meaning behind it."

"But you are different. You can understand the little story I just told you. Do you understand its meaning and history?"

Yun Yiruo looked bewildered, and whispered thoughtfully, "Then... then I'm not stupid?"

"Of course not stupid!"

The old lady smiled, her eyes warm and firm.

"You are the smartest! Look at you now, you can understand the deep meaning of the story. This is true intelligence!"

Ye Shihan couldn't help but echo loudly: "Yes! My sister is the smartest!"

"Grandma, what does it mean to be smart? Can I become very smart in the future?"

The old lady smiled gently, as if thinking about how to answer this question.

She looked down at her little granddaughter in her arms. Her curious eyes made her feel distressed and fond.

"Intelligence doesn't mean just memorizing book knowledge, nor does it mean being able to recite a lot of complicated formulas."

“Intelligence means being able to understand the essence behind things, see the connections between them, and know how to think and solve problems.”

“Intelligence is a skill, a process of continuous discovery and understanding.”

"Look, aren't you very smart now? You often notice things that others don't notice."