The little sheep jumped onto the sofa and paced around a few times. Mimicking Liu Chang'an's usual sprawled posture while watching TV, it lay there for a while before burrowing back under the heated table. It poked its head out from the middle of the warming blanket and found the view uniquely interesting. No wonder Dan Dan and Dongdong usually liked squeezing in here to watch TV.
Next time it came over to play, it would squeeze in here with them and watch TV. But it still had to be in little-sheep form—there would not be enough room if a beautiful young girl squeezed in too.
After crawling out from under the heated table, the little sheep felt that it had not seen the awful old man in ages. It bounced over to the bathroom door and stood there, head raised as it watched him.
"It's the Qingming holiday now. Speaking of Qingming, can you think of any poems, songs, cultural allusions, or anything like that?" Liu Chang'an had always been skilled at educating people, so naturally, he used everyday moments as teaching opportunities and casually prompted the little sheep.
"Do you think I'm illiterate?!"
"Aren't you?" Liu Chang'an turned to stare at it in surprise.
Seeing that expression on his face, the little sheep angrily raised a forehoof and kicked him.
"The Qingming Festival has, since ancient times, been a holiday established to commemorate the martyrs who died in the struggle to overthrow the Qing and restore the Ming! Legend has it that when Wei Xiaobao was studying under Chen Jinnan, he fell for Chen Jinnan's daughter, Chen Yuanyuan. But Chen Yuanyuan bore the great responsibility of overthrowing the Qing and restoring the Ming, so she gave herself to Prince Pacifying the West, Wu Gang. Wei Xiaobao disregarded the