House Dad’s Literary Life

In this fun sports meeting held by the kindergarten, there will naturally be no big 800-meter running and one-kilometer running. Considering the physical condition of the children, even the cooperative racing competitions of Yan and Lanxin are very short.

The straight runway is only fifteen meters long, and it is only 30 meters away.

Of course, for the little ones, this is no small challenge. What's more, the two children in each group must be tied together with rope and waist to cooperate to complete the 30-meter race.

Before the game started, Ms. Mu heard that her grandfather had come. When he watched him so popular, he invited him to serve as the commander and referee of the turn-back race. The ink crane year readily agreed.

A cowboy dressed in a cowboy, waving a yellow/color hairpin in his hand, standing at the starting point, this cool look still attracts many children to worship.

This will stop the location of the starting point, or Ms. Mu will help to guide the game, so that the game can be carried out normally.

Yang Lan is in the rope for the 曦曦 and Lan Xin, the rope is tied to the waist, tied into a ring, the two little girls are put together.

"Hey, I am holding it with Xiner." I don't know what is funny. The two little girls are happy when they are together.

"Hey, don't press me, I can't move." Lan Xin also giggled.

Two little girls are holding, you come to me to twist and twist, but also have fun, silver bell-like laughter filled with Yang Lan's ears, but also tossed Yang Hao can not tie the rope.

Because they are not holding them, they walk sideways, but the two are side by side, running at a synchronous rate.

"Well, you listen to me!" Yang Hao had to hold them down, let them face themselves, and said with a serious statement, "Do you want to win this game?"

"Think!" Lan Xin quickly replied.

"Super thinking!" he said.

"Super super thought!" Lan Xin is not willing to show weakness.

"I have 10,000 super thoughts." He giggled.

This is endless!

Yang Hao had no choice but to interrupt them: "Well, I know that you all want to win, then you have to listen to the coach, that is, my command, or you can't win."

Yang Lan is not an alarmist. He and Lan Xin have a strong opponent. Just now, Yang Lan heard the teacher shouting, Wang Xiwei and Wang Xiwei. The tacit understanding of this brother and sister must be higher than that of Lan and Lan.

The two little girls finally quieted down, staring at the big eyes and listening to them with concentration.

Yang Yuji, gave them a rope, not too tight, but it will not fall off. He also skillfully designed two rings, which can be used to carry the 曦曦 and Lanxin respectively.

"This way, hey, Xiner, I shouted one or two. When I shouted to the second, you took a step forward to see this." Yang Lan patted his hands and beat.

He was more sensitive to the beat. When she heard Dad shouting, she took a step on her left foot. Lan Xin was a little slower, but she quickly took a step, but it was the right foot.

"..." Yang Lan had some helplessness to see that the steps taken by the longer legs were obviously more than the ones of Lan Xin!

"This is not good, hey, you don't want to run so fast, slow down. You raise this foot." Yang Lan let the donkey close his left foot, then he grabbed the little girl's little ankle and pulled it to the same as Lanxin. Stride, "In this game, you take such a big step in one step, remember?"

Yang Lan looked up and saw the sly little eyes that seemed to be a little dissociated. Then she seemed to understand and nodded.

"It doesn't matter, let's try." The time is tight, and the game is about to be played soon. Yang Lan said, "This way, I ask you all to use the same pace. For example, when I shout, you will take your left foot together, then When I shouted, you will take your right foot together. Similarly, the other foot is the support foot, don't move."

He nodded, but Lan Xin said confusedly: "Uncle Yang, I, I don't understand what you are saying."

"It is just one time to take this foot out. When you are two, take this foot out, so that you can go forward together." Yang Lan had to grasp Lan Xin's ankle and teach him. This little girl seems to be a bit different.

Yang Lan said in his heart: "It is still smart."

However, when he began to call the beat training, Lan Xin successfully went forward, but he still left his left foot, and the step between the two feet was even bigger.

No! I found myself dragging my hind legs and quickly put away my right foot, but still let the two staggered a little distance, the rope pulled Lan Xin a glimpse.

"Oh, hey, you are not right!" Lan Xin cried.

He looked up and his big eyes looked at his father in confusion. She also felt a bit wrong, but she didn't know what was wrong.

Yang Lan grabbed his forehead and laughed.

Feelings are not understandable, she is listening to the time when she is confused, habitually nodded!

"Hey, you can't help but understand. If you don't understand, ask Dad!" Yang Lan went down and continued to teach her daughter the steps and beats.

After a while, Mo Henian waved the flag and shouted: "The three groups of middle school students, hurry to review, start the game!"

Father's swearing, very rhythm, just like catching cattle, attracted many onlookers to imitate, they also followed and sipped: "To start the game!"

This childish and lovely voice caused the parents next to it to make a good laugh.

Five runways, three groups of children, Yan and Lanxin on the runway on the right, Yang Lan stood on one side, clapping his hands and applauding the 曦曦 and Lan Xin standing on the runway: "Come on, 曦曦, 加油, 馨儿!"

Next to Chen Shiyun, Yang Qiqi, and Nan Zhaoyu, the dad or mother who came over to watch them shouted for Dai and Lan Xin.

Lan Xin is okay, Xiaopeng girl waved at Yang Shushu, and she looked a little nervous. The little girl turned her head, leaned her head and looked at her grandfather. The little face was tight and the little mouth was unconscious. The ground is slightly open.

"You children, you listened to Grandpa, Grandpa said, whistling the whistle, the flag waved down, the game started, and before you waved down, you can't run it!" Mo Henian had a good time and patiently explained The rules.

"Listen to my beat, hey, look over, Dad will call you one or two, one or two!" Yang Lan tried to attract her daughter's attention.

The ink crane year said uncomfortably: "No one is involved, do not interfere in the game, shut up!"

Yang Hao’s face can only be said with a whisper and Lan Xin: “Well, I can’t shout, you shout yourself, hey, you’re shouting one or two, one or two.”

The parents around them knew the relationship between Mohe Nian and Yang Lan, and they couldn’t help but laugh when they saw that they were not dealing with each other. Yang Qiqi’s mother Wu Yi was laughing and leaning forward. She patted Yang. His arm said: "Oh, how is your grandfather so fun? When the referee is really selfless."

Yang Lan can only shake his head with a smile.

Without the help of Dad, Yan and Lan Xin can only rely on themselves.

Fortunately, at the crucial moment, there is no chain. Although she received a lot of information during this time, the little girl looked a bit sultry, but she still firmly remembered Dad’s guidance.

"Beep!" The whistle sounded, and the ink crane year leaned forward, his arm smashed a circle, and the flag was coolly waved. This pose shows that the children around him are another worship.

Game start!