House Dad’s Literary Life

I couldn’t go back to my hometown with my grandfather and grandmother. I was sad for a long time yesterday. However, after I slept, the girl’s mood returned to optimism and cheerfulness. There were fathers and mothers around, what was unhappy. What?

“There is always a colorful river in the fairy tale town, with the arrogance of magic, but twists and turns in love...” The day before the New Year’s Eve, this year’s taste is not too strong, in Murphy In the song of gentleness, the prelude was opened.

Yang Lan went out. He was still not in the 30th year. When some shops had not closed, he rushed to purchase some Chinese New Year materials. Speaking of it, this is also the first Spring Festival he has personally handled as the head of the family, so Yang Lan has to make this year more refined.

When Murphy was idle, she took Yang Lan’s guitar and sang some songs to her and Xiao Yan. Although she didn’t play the guitar often, she was also a musician. This basic skill is still mastered. This is not, the song of the fairy tale town, Murphy easily dialed out.

I was happy when I was dancing, and I was dancing on the sofa. If I met her familiar part, the little girl sang along with her mother.

"I heard that Peter Pan is not big..." Murphy shook his head gently, and his beautiful eyes looked at his daughter with a smile.

I rushed forward and rushed to my mother's side. The long hair floated a little before the squatting. The little girl felt very funny. She giggled twice. When you have time to breathe, the sound seems a bit lacking.

I only heard the singer sing: "Jack, he has a harp and magic... I heard that there is a candy house in um, Cinderella lost his beloved glass shoes..."

There is also a place to forget words, but the more naughty is her singing, which perfectly interprets the word cynical.

"No, sing and sing!" Murphy couldn't help but laughed and said.

"Ah, ah, yeah, yeah!" I don't know if I was very happy to listen to my mother's singing. Now I am lying next to the small shaker. I am also dancing and dancing, and I am happy to use the tender vowels. With your own emotions.

I can't hold the little guy all the time, so I placed a four-legged blue small shaker in the living room, which looks like a small boat hanging in the air and can be gently shaken by a small amount.

Xiao Yan is lying in the shaker, because she is at her mother's side, she can easily look at her mother, and she can hear her mother and her sister singing.

"Hey! Ma Ma, my brother is laughing!" He slid off the sofa with enthusiasm, sat on the carpet and looked at the younger brother in the shaker.

Although singing is very interesting, my brother is more fun!

I saw the little girl holding a yellow handle, a red cartoon balloon hammer, and scribbling and arranging in front of her brother.

However, Xiao Yan still does not reach out to grab, he can only watch, the fleshy little arm gently twisted, licking the small mouth without teeth, very happy to make a string of laughter.

"Did brother, do you want to play? But you won't play!" The bad sister, still giggling, teasing and playing.

Murphy looked at the side and couldn't help but feel happy for the warm interaction between the two brothers.

However, she also saw Xiaoyan still running a runny nose, not much, but think about how he looks like when he catches a cold, you can know how uncomfortable it is in the cold.

I have to say that although Xiaoyu has a cold, but the mental state is not bad, the little guy seems to have a very optimistic attitude. Before the diarrhea, the body was weak, but the little guy was still teasing and teasing in the arms of his father and mother. Then he stared at his big eyes and smiled "Yeah, Yeah."

If he learns to speak, will he be more happy to express his emotions with new words?

Of course, I still have to help my little nose. I only see Murphy first use a small towel to help the little guy wipe off the nose outside the nose, then tear off some medical cotton **** from the coffee table next to them and make them into a small stick shape. Gently reach into the nose of Xiao Xiao, and smear the nose in his nose.

Murphy did it very seriously, and he looked at it with interest.

The little cockroach lying in the shaker was not clear, so he looked at his mother with his big eyes and looked at his mother's face that made him feel comfortable.

For a moment, he was inexplicably happy, and he laughed and danced.

"Don't move, there is a nose here." Murphy gently pressed the little hand raised by Xiaoyan and looked at the little baby who smiled. The mood is really no bad!

......

When Yang Lan was almost noon, he bought it back. However, he was busy preparing lunch. Although Murphy could help rice cooking, but the cooking was still done by Yang Lan, so all the things bought back were left in the afternoon to be sorted out.

In the afternoon, on the table of the banquet hall, Yang Lan prepared the pen and ink, and the large gold-plated paper was cut by him. The thick stack on the table looked like it was to sell the Spring Festival couplets.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I was very interested. She followed her father's **** and looked at her father Zhang Luo.

The buns are also behind the ass. This guy is now a sly follower. Of course, it is also very interested in Xiao Yan, but the temporary master still does not let it play with Xiao Yan.

"You want to write Spring Festival couplets, let's take a look at 粑粑 writing, okay?" Murphy holding a small donkey, coming from the living room, sitting in the chair next to him, smiled and said.

"Okay!" In fact, she didn't use her mother to say that the little girl had climbed up the chair with enthusiasm, stood on the chair, held the table, and curiously looked at her father's brush on the ink in the ring.

Yang Lan’s face is somewhat serious. He knows calligraphy and learned it in the past. However, in contrast, his calligraphy can only be said to be worthy. The chess and calligraphy, chess and books are not comparable to his piano and painting. And it’s been a long time since I’ve written a big character, and Yang’s brewing is a slap in the face.

"A smooth sailing to the stars, everything is happy to come to the door ... wealthy!" Murphy looked at Yang Yu to write, but also read a word, a word.

Yang Lan uses the square European script, which seems to be neat and tidy, and the strokes are steep and rugged like a broken cliff! Of course, this script is well recognized compared to the book and the big man!

After writing a Spring Festival couplet, Yang Hao paused and looked at the word he wrote. Some of his regrets shook his head. For a long time, he didn’t write a brush, it looked a bit rusty!

Murphy had a good time to look at it, and her heart was full of pride. She felt that Yang Lan was really versatile and knew everything, but she couldn’t help but scream when she saw Yang Hao shook her head and threw it away.

"Why are you throwing it away? Isn't it well written?" Murphy asked.

He is also very confused, but she still doesn't understand what Dad is doing, so she just looks at it in confusion.

"Writing is a big loss of standard, the writing style is stiff, when the pen is closed, the pen tip is too sticky, I will write another one again!" Yang Xiao smiled.

"That's okay..." Murphy said with regret.

Then, Murphy looked at Yang Lan’s writing again and read: “The days of the increase in the number of people increase the life, the spring is full of Qiankun Fumen, the Vientiane is updated...”

This time, Yang Lan wrote a little to make him satisfied, and did not throw it away.

"Do you all recognize this word?" Yang Lan pointed to the "Year" in the Spring Festival couplet. This is the traditional Chinese character. Yang Lan wrote a traditional Chinese couplet in a slightly boring manner. The door and other words, this old-fashioned traditional character is much more complicated.

"I am also living in Hong Kong, okay?" Murphy smiled slyly. "And, do you think I am so stupid? Even if you don't recognize it, you can see the context!"

Yang Lan had forgotten this. He smiled and shook his head and continued to write it down.

The Spring Festival red paper he prepared a lot, just to throw away some badly written. On one side, I was concentrating on watching my father write big characters. I don’t know if Dad’s serious attitude can plant a serious seed in the heart of the little girl.