Song Zhiyuan prided himself on being well-read, but at this moment, after listening to Song Ci's words, he inexplicably felt that hearing her once was better than reading ten years' worth of books.
And this realization came from his uneducated, inexperienced old mother.
Song Zhiyuan: "Listening to mother today, I feel as if a veil has been lifted from my eyes. You truly are a wise person, mother."
Ha!
Song Ci chuckled dryly and said, "You're flattering me to the point of absurdity. Your old mother never studied, and you taught me to read. Where would I get this so-called wisdom?"
"Though you haven't studied, you see things clearly."
Song Ci became alert and said, "You can't see the full picture when you're in it. I'm an outsider, after all. Besides, there's a saying, isn't there, 'When three walk together, there will be a teacher.' Even a child might occasionally say something that offers a new perspective!"
Song Zhiyuan chuckled lightly, "Indeed, that's true."
