House Dad’s Literary Life

The scenery on the top of the mountain was beautiful. Lanzhou Kai, who had slowed down, took her daughter to look at it. Looking at the distance, he patted his daughter’s back and smiled softly: “How? The feeling of climbing to the top of the mountain Not bad right?"

"Dad, I didn't climb up like a donkey. I was Yang's uncle." Lan Xin was very honest, and said with a small mouth.

"But you worked very hard before! Now you can't climb such a high mountain with your ability. However, remember the feeling of the present. In the future, you should encounter things like today. Don't say easy to give up, you. Like success, don't like failure, right?" Lanzhou Kai instilled chicken soup in his daughter.

After a while, they started to go down the mountain.

It’s much easier to go down the mountain, and it’s going to meet the big forces that have left the team. It takes half an hour less than going up the mountain. Yang Lan will go to the foot of the mountain.

Lanzhou Kai did not forget his promise, please Lan Xin's several friends and their father to go to the hotel to eat, eat barbecue.

At noon in the hotel's big box, the four tired children had finished the long-awaited barbecue, and they slept on the big sofa in the box.

"It is really tired. Xiner, she is the most pick-up bed. Now she falls asleep and sleeps." Lanzhou Kai used to cover her daughter's coat before she came back to the dinner table. Several adults chatted while drinking tea.

Because in the afternoon to visit Nan Zhaoyu's father, Nan Yiyun's condition, Yang Lan also told them.

"So, this person, when you are young, you have to exercise more and exercise. Laonan seems to be a calligrapher. When you look at the body, it is a weak scholar, never exercise, and when you are older, you have various illnesses. Chen Guoqiang is a boxing coach in the fitness center. He has the most say in this.

"That country is strong, you told me that I am so fat, what should I do sports? Boxing?" Lanzhou Kai was very interested in consulting.

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In the afternoon, the little ones got up and they slept, and they jumped up and down. It was just that some of the over-excited calves felt sore and sore that Dad could massage her for a while before they could move slowly.

In the car, Yang Lan told me that Nan Zhaoyu did not come today.

"Southern Ober is sick?" The little girl was a little surprised, but it was obvious that she was not aware of the seriousness of the disease in South Africa. Perhaps, in her worldview, getting sick is like a cold, it will be uncomfortable, but there is nothing big.

"Yes, so we have to visit him together. When you want to comfort Nan Zhaoyu, tell him: Zhaoyu, don't be afraid, your father will be fine." Yang Lan drove while driving her daughter.

"Okay!" He nodded.

However, when I arrived at the hospital, I was looking at Nan Yiyun’s bed lying on Icu’s bed, and I was wearing a mask of the ventilator on my nose. I realized that something was wrong.

"He needs to continue to observe now. The consciousness is clear in the early morning. The doctor said that this is a good sign. The damage to the brain will be relatively small, but until now, he still can't speak." Nan Zhaoyu's mother is actually very Strong, eye-catching, and Yang Yan, who was holding back tears and visiting, introduced them.

"It doesn't matter, does the doctor say that he can get better?" Yang Lan was used to life and death, but it was also the first time he was exposed to the emotions of ordinary people when he was dead. He could not help but sigh and whisper comfort.

"Southern big sister, I know that Laonan is the pillar of your family. If there is any difficulty in the family now, even though you mention it to me, after all, Nan Zhaoyu is a good friend and classmate with our family Xiner. What can I do? Help me, I must help!" Lanzhou Kai said with a chest.

"Thank you, thank you Xin's father!" Nan Zhaoyu's mother wiped the tears in her eyes and said with emotion. "In fact, there is still no difficulty in the family. Zhaoyu and his father used to pay some money... What are we now? I don't want to, I think he can recover soon, Zhao Yu can't live without his father!"

"Don't say that, Nan teacher will certainly recover, I believe him, Ji people have a natural phase." Yang Guo said.

The adults are talking, and the children are surrounded by Nan Zhaoyu.

Perhaps I felt the wrong atmosphere. I saw the sad expression of my little friend. Even Lanxin, who was in the big door, didn’t dare to speak loudly. She whispered, “Zhao Yu, what happened to your father?”

Looking at Nan Zhaoyu, who was very sad, she pulled his hand intimately.

"My father is sick." Nan Zhaoyu sobbed, then raised some tearful eyes and looked at him. "Hey, I am so scared. Yesterday, yesterday he almost died..."

I looked at Nan Zhaoyu with some surprise.

"How can you die?" Yang Qiqi looked at Nan Zhaoyu with fear, whispered.

Next to Chen Shiyun also nodded hard, she and other children, could not think of such a possibility. For the concept of death, they saw so many cartoons, still know, if they die, like a monster, they will never come back!

"That is, suddenly fell, and then do not speak, my mother and I are so scared." Nan Zhaoyu said sobbing.

I was very sad to shake the hand of the little friend and said: "Zhao Yu, don't you cry, you won't die, I said, I said he will be alright!"

“Really?” Nan Zhaoyu asked, sucking his nose and squinting.

"Yeah, I said it!" He nodded hard.

In my heart, Dad is more powerful than God and God. What he said will naturally be fulfilled.

Chen Shiyun didn't like the bleak atmosphere of this cloud. She said: "Zhao Yu, do you know? I thought you were a deserter, but your father is sick, and I forgive you! However, we have to climb the mountain today and climb. Very tall, very high mountain."

The topic was slightly biased by Chen Shiyun, and Lan Xin also asked: "Zhao Yu, would you still go to kindergarten?"

Nan Zhaoyu grinned and nodded.

"Great! You will definitely get better, Zhaoyu don't cry." He was happy for his little friend, but she noticed something wrong and comforted, but the little girl didn't know what to say. Repeated.

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After visiting Nan Zhaoyu, Yang Lan took her daughter home.

However, he has always beenhave in a state of sullenness, and there is no happy appearance when climbing the mountain and going down the mountain.

Yang Lan also thought that she was sad because of the encounter of Nan Zhaoyu's father, and she was always teasing her.

"Oh, yes, hey, your mother is going to have a concert today! In the evening, you call my mother and ask her: Mom, so many people sing, isn’t it fun?" Yang Lan prepared dinner, while Laughing and said to the beggar next to him.

However, the little girl just pouted a small mouth, sullenly headed, not snoring.

"What's wrong?" Yang Lan was a little confused. He turned and licked the little girl's head and said, "Dad is not telling you that Nan Zhaoyu's father will be better, so you should not Nan Zhaoyu feels sad, don't worry too much, how is it sad?"

The little girl felt the warmth of her father's big hand. Suddenly, the suppressed emotions couldn't help but burst out. She hugged her father's leg and cried in tears: "Hey, I don't want to, don't want you to die suddenly."

"Hey, fool, what are you talking about?" Yang Lan was a little worried when she was crying by the little girl. However, he did not have to wait for the explanation and quickly understood the original.

I saw Yang Hao turn off the stove fire, and laughed, and moved down, moved the little girl in her arms, and kissed her little face with affection: "Dad will not suddenly die, you little fool."

"Nan Zhaoyu's father suddenly became sick, because he is old. But your father is still young! You won't get sick!" Yang Lan explained.

The little girl couldn’t listen to it. She held her father’s neck tightly and carried a small face, like a pear with rain, a pink mouth with a pumping, sobbing: “I don’t want you to die, you don’t want to Is it dead?"

Yang Lan’s heart was touched. At this moment, he felt his daughter’s deep dependence, but he was touched and helpless. He could only comfort himself: “Dad will not die, Dad will stay with you. Grow slowly, then..."

Then accompany her and send her to the wedding red carpet? Then see that she has her own marriage and happiness, and finally her grandson or granddaughter is born, and she is getting old.

I don't know why, Yang Lan thought of this scene, the nose was a bit sour.

No, it’s such a long time, Yang Lan doesn’t want to think about it.

And, don't say that you are married, he is jealous! Her niece is still young, who dares to call her idea, Yang Lan swears with a small scorpion, absolutely interrupting his dogleg!

No, the punishment is too light to interrupt the leg. It is impossible to throw the fish in the Grand Canal. Anyway, such a role is impossible!

At this time, he interrupted the reverie of Yang Lan’s teeth.

"To hook the hook!" I saw a tearful eyes, a small mouth, and a small finger, "Can't suddenly die."

Yang took a moment and smiled happily. He stretched his tail and hooked his daughter's little hand: "Well, pull the hook, Dad promises you."