"To leave a child untaught is the father's fault."
"To teach without strictness is the teacher's laziness."
The sound of reading was clear and resonant, easy to memorize.
The children's pure, youthful voices, with their cadences and emphatic articulation, circled unceasingly above the small wooden house.
So it turned out that the sound of reading could be this pleasant, so lovely that one hesitated to move, fearing the disturbance it might cause to them.
Nian Shutong was also hearing such sounds for the first time, as if a highly accomplished monk was chanting sutras solely for her, sweeping the dust from the petals of her heart.
"Host, can Xiao Ba record this?"
"Um?"
Nian Shutong voiced her confusion with a question.
System Xiao Ba explained, "Xiao Ba likes this scene and wants to record it, then post a short video on Star Network."
"Okay, just remember to keep our location confidential."
"Don't worry, Xiao Ba will."
