House Dad’s Literary Life

Murphy is now full of worry that she is not at home, can Yang Hao be able to cope with his father?

However, she seems to be more worried. At this moment, Yang Lan, and Mo Henian talked loudly in the study.

Yang Lan’s study was very bright during the day. The spring breeze gently swayed the gauze and swayed a circle of waves. The white mist that floated after the spring water boiled also added a lot to the room.

On the first day, the ink crane year is not the same as Yang Hao. Today, although the ink crane year is still flat, his tone is not very strong, and it is also a gentle guide to Yang Lan, another Cover the bowl of tea to give him tea.

"This is a technique, you see me, the gesture of the down, the position of the lid, the strength and angle, in order to prevent the tea from falling out, and the tea can be poured smoothly, not hot!"

The ink crane year was taught seriously. Yang Lan was also learning to enter the gods. He did not have Tibetan mastiffs. He did not know how to make tea brewing for the old man. He had seen it on TV before.

However, Yang Lan knows tea, is flexible, and learns quickly. Not long after, he can use three fingers to complete the operation of pouring tea - the thumb and **** pinch the bowl edge, and the index finger gently buckles the lid.

Seeing that Yang Lan learned a lot, Mo He Nian also let go of his heart, but he did not give a false remark, did not give any praise, but did not say salty: "You have to change the bowl, bowl bowl mouth It should be wide with the lid side, and the cover button should be high. Otherwise, it is easy to burn."

"Well, look back, I will pick another one." Yang Lan nodded from the good, even though he was basically unable to burn at his level.

In the year of the year, Mohe took two teas. When the cigarette addiction came up, he found a smooth and polished pipe from his arms. This was what Yang Lan gave him yesterday. Originally, the ink crane year did not want it, but Murphy was persuading, and the pipe was really good. It was said to have been made from the heather root of more than 60 years old.

All handmade, the pattern is complete, no flaws, the appearance is polished as delicate as agate, let alone the father, I saw it is a very beautiful toy, want!

The ink crane year smoked while drinking tea, then looked at "White Nights."

This book is the one that was said in a report that made him have a deeper prejudice against Yang Lan a few days ago. Just like seeing a sample book in Yang Lan’s bookshelf, he took it.

In the year of the year, the ink crane year saw and heard through his own eyes. He felt that Yang Lan was not as bad as he thought. At least, he could not find the existence of the "devil" in the report.

Therefore, the old man would like to see, where is the "devil" in the book that is mentioned in the newspaper?

But looking at it, Mo Henian began to fall into the story described in this book, and in the depressed social situation, he frowned, and from time to time, he expressed his thoughts.

"Have you ever lived in Baodao?" Mohe year finally couldn't help but ask.

"No, I have never been to the sea." Yang Hao shook his head.

"So how do you know about the situation in the days of Baodao?" Mo Henian said suspiciously, "The book introduced, the unfinished building, the single-parent family, the life dilemma encountered by a single mother like Yu Wenzhao, and, This one!"

The book page opened by Mohe Year is the plot of Xiao Yicheng and Jiang Li’s love at the beginning of the text, and he refers to the "long hair, the bangs in front of the forehead, and the hair on both sides of the hair." One of the more popular female hairstyles.

"These, people who have no experience, I am afraid it is difficult to describe it!" Mo Henian said, but I don't know why, he looked at Yang Hao's eyes very much.

Maybe it's the same feeling?

He read this work, and his feelings are particularly profound. Because the time described in the article is exactly that he is still studying in Baodao. He has experienced the economic bubble bursting in Baodao, experienced numerous business failures, and experienced Baodao. Confused, confused, and see the dark examples of people who have forgotten their love and humanity in pursuit of profit.

"Uncle, when you said that, I was still very young, and I still lived in the countryside of Anqing. How could I have experienced it?" Yang Xiao said with a smile. "I just read some books and studied the society of Baodao at that time." situation."

Yang Lan also took down from the bookshelf of the study and approached ten books on sociology of Baodao's social studies to see the year of the ink.

When Mo Henian looked at so many books, he believed in eight points, but he still wanted to pick the bones in the egg. He tried to test the school, Yang Lan, and asked: "In the early 1980s, Baodao happened very seriously. Do you know about the mass suicides that sensationalize the world?"

Yang Lan nodded. "I know that because the stock has fallen, the debt is very heavy, and it is difficult to accept it at a time. So a group of six people in Baonan committed suicide with gas..."

As if to find a common topic, Mohe Nian and Yang Lan discussed the social situation of Baodao, and the satisfaction of Yang Henian to Yang Lan seems to be gradually rising.

As for the side of the "Devil" of Yang Lan, which was originally mentioned in the entertainment newspaper, Mo Henian is also a high-level intellectual. If he reads novels, can he still see that this is only a dramatic description of the novel? He does not deny the character of an author because of the content of a work.

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In the afternoon, Chuntian Kindergarten will hold a fun sports meeting. Yang Lan invited Mo Henian to go to see the competition. The old man still held it for a while, but when he thought of his granddaughter's game, Mo Henian pretended to be impatient and said: "Go and go. Let me save you in my ear!"

Although it was a reluctant attitude, but before the father went out, he was dressed up in a Hawaiian-style shirt with a coconut print, no windbreaker, but a wide scarf with an Indian pattern. The lower body is still Jeans, riding boots, and then put a white cowboy hat on the head, in the streets of China, always attract the attention of many people - this old grandfather can not be too tide!

In the Springfield Kindergarten, the ink crane year suddenly replaced Yang Lan and became the new favorite of the children. However, the children did not rush like the sticky Yang Lan, but they were surrounded by curiosity. The innocent eyes revealed the worship of the gods.

They were the first to see such a dress, especially the hat, the scarf, the boots, all very novel. The buzz of "cool" is one after another.

"This is my Grandpa, my grandfather!" He squeezed out from among the little friends, cheering and rushing into his grandfather's arms, and then proudly introduced it to other children.

曦曦 I didn’t wear a skirt today, I wore a pullover and sports trousers, the burgundy color, the bright texture of the cotton velvet, it was very energetic. Of course, the most important thing is that the little girl's arms and calves are long and slender, and what kind of clothes they wear look very slim and beautiful, and they don't look bloated at all.

Chen Shiyun shouted in the crowd: "Hey, is your grandfather not a fierce? I don't think he is fierce at all, still handsome!"

The old face of the ink crane stretched for a few days, and then I couldn’t help it. The children couldn’t help but burst into a smile. He pulled the hat and bowed to Chen Shiyun’s cowboy ceremony and said, “This little friend Knowledgeable, good, good!"

"Where is the grandfather? The grandfather has been very nice!" Mo He Nian did not forget to gently pat the small buttocks in his arms, a little blame.

"Hey!" The little girl squatted on the shoulders of Mo Henian, and she smiled embarrassedly.

"Cool! Grandpa, can I wear your hat?" Chen Shiyun was brave and she asked.

"I want to wear, I also like this hat!" Lan Xin squeezed into the crowd, and quickly yelled.

"You can't wear it together, you have to line up, come one by one." From the grandfather's arms, she squeezed in front of her grandfather and helped her grandfather maintain order.

"okay then……"

So popular, the year of the ink crane is naturally very proud of the heart, and the feeling of grief that was previously swayed by Yang Lan at home was swept away. He generously took off his hat and handed it over to the children. He did not forget to glance at Yang Lan.

Don't worry that there will be fewer plays for new children. At that time, you will still be dominated by sputum, mainly depicting some stories about her role as a sister.