House Dad’s Literary Life

After all, the troops were troops, not friends' homes. Yang Lan came back one day and met old comrades. Early the next morning, after breakfast, they were ready to go back.

At the time of the farewell, Yang Lan and the brothers hugged each other.

When it was the turn of the rain, he pulled out a tank glued from the bullet casing.

Not too big, Yang Hao's palm size. The body of the tank is golden. It is obvious that Shen Yuyu has carefully selected the well-preserved shells, and then polished the black stains on the shells. It is so beautiful. In the morning sun, it reflects the dazzling The light!

"Old Yang, this tank, give it to your daughter to play!" Shen Yuyu stuffed it into the hands of Yang Lan, and said indiscriminately.

Yang Yi took a moment to give such a toy to play?

However, what is important is not what the gift is, but the feeling of Shen Yuyu. Yang Xiao smiled and embraced Shen Yuyu and patted him on the shoulder: "Good brother!"

"I was sorry last night, let you be reprimanded by the head." Yang Lan said with a low voice.

However, Shen Yuyu raised his brow and raised his squat slightly. He said proudly: "Technology is not as good as people, and training is also appropriate! What are you sorry? It is a brother, you should let me see my own deficiencies!"

Yang Xiao smiled and patted the shoulders of Shen Yuyu.

Back to the side of Murphy and Hey, they have already waited in the waiting room at the entrance of the military camp. Yang Lan took out the "tank" and said with a smile: "Hey, look, this is what Shen Shushu gave you!" ”

"Wow!" The little girl didn't know if she thought the "tank" was exquisite, or was attracted by this splendid golden light. Surprisely ran out from her mother's side and looked at her eyes as if she had seen something rare. .

The reaction of Yan was a bit out of Yang Lan’s accident. Yang Lan thought she would not be interested in the toys that this boy played. After all, when I usually take her to buy toys, I pick up the dolls, plush dolls that little girls love to play, or the kind of mini kitchen, mini nurse set and so on.

“Do you like it?” Yang Hao handed it to him and said, “You have to be careful. After all, it is glued with glue. It may break on the ground.”

He didn't pay attention to it. She grabbed a bit of a heavy shell tank and grabbed it with both hands. She looked left and right with joy and looked at it carefully. She was reluctant to let go.

Yang Lan also heard the little girl watching the "tank" while muttering: "Do you want to forgive Shen Uncle? He fights with the donkey, but, however, Uncle Shen lost to him. Then, Uncle Shen gave it to me. I am not angry with a beautiful car, Shen Shushu is a good person..."

The logic of this little child, Yang Lan could not help but smile and shook his head.

However, Yang Lan can probably understand that he is not like a tank and likes this gift. She should like this color and like this delicate appearance.

"Hey, I can put it at home, then, let Xiner come to my house to see it?" He also raised his head, and the two small hands were holding the cartridge tank, and he said happily to Dad.

"Of course!" Yang Hao nodded.

"Is it raining back? He sent such a valuable gift, and he didn't say thank you to Uncle Shen." Murphy walked over and looked at the shell tank on his hand. He felt very uncomfortable.

"Go back, they still have tasks. Not a valuable gift, that is, some shells, usually throwing a pile of discarded shells, usually with a lot of management people." Yang Yan said with a smile, "and I also thank you for it."

"It's not expensive. It's not easy for him to make this craft. And thank you and thank you personally for not being the same," Murphy said.

"Ma Ma, what are you talking about?" After holding the shell tank for a while, she felt that her hands were a little sour. She took her father's hand and asked her father to help her.

Yang Lan took the left hand and the small head of his right hand squatted and smiled and said: "Your mother said, let you say thank you to Shen Shushu, this is what it should be, but Shen Shushu has now gone back, we will next time. Go back and call him and say thank you!"

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Yang Lan drove the rented car, took Murphy and He started to return to the Spring City, and along the way, it was singing and dancing.

Looking at the spring gardens and the flower fields of the characteristic villages along the road, I couldn’t stop the excited little mood and sang the song "Where is Spring" for dozens of times, listening to Yang Lan and Murphy. She spit up, but she still enjoyed it, and dragged Murphy to sing with her.

"Let's do it, let's change it, you sing a song, then sing a song, then sing a song, and then it's your turn to sing, okay? Let's see who sings the most!" Murphy In the end, I found a way to play the game with the shackles.

Perhaps it is a return to heart, they did not take too long to return to Spring City.

However, today Yang Lan has not planned to go back to Jiangcheng. According to the plan, they still have to play in Spring City for one day.

It’s a pity to come to such a beautiful place without visiting the scenery of the Spring City and not to taste the local specialties.

Therefore, they went straight to the Dianchi National Park in the morning, and the Dianchi Park was a bit big. After Yang Hao bought the tickets, he could drive the Murphy and the squat along the way.

It is said that Dianchi was not so beautiful before, and even suffered from pollution. However, under the strong control of Chuncheng, not only the water quality recovered, but also the clean and clear water, and the grassland along the coast was trimmed neatly, at first glance, relaxed and happy.

After leaving a lot of photo memories on the edge of the Dianchi Lake, at noon, Yang Lan went to a rice noodle shop in Chuncheng for lunch.

"Come on the clouds, cross the bridge rice noodles must be tasted!" Yang Lan said with Murphy and Hey.

I was very curious, she ran to the old grandmother and watched the old grandmother add to the big plate.

"No, don't pepper, I don't want peppers!" The little girl suddenly cried, and she ran to her father, whispering a small mouth and screaming, "Hey, I don't want peppers! But the grandmother has peppers in it."

"I don't want to be spicy either," Murphy said quickly. I don't like to eat spicy, I can't eat a little spicy, this is exactly the same as Murphy.

This rice noodle shop is an old shop. The service standard is not as high as that of a big hotel. Therefore, materials such as meat and sour bamboo shoots are directly packed on the plate and are not separated by small plates.

Yang Lan stood up and smiled and said to the grandmother who stopped the action in surprise: "Sorry, give me the plate that has already put the pepper. Don't let the other troubles go."

Finally, served, in addition to the previous ones with a bowl of rice noodles, each person is also placed in front of a sea bowl, which is filled with thick soup, covered with a layer of chicken, duck meat and grease.

Yang Lan was not so particular. He helped me and Murphy to pour the ingredients and rice noodles into the soup. They mixed gently and the oil surface spread out. The originally calm noodle soup actually appeared white steam.

"It's very hot! I can't eat it!" Yang Hao turned to see the chopsticks biting in the mouth and said, "Before waiting for it to cool, Dad will tell you a story first!"

"Oh! What story?" I saw the water vapor of the soup, but I also knew it was very hot, so I took my attention from the food and transferred my attention to my father.