House Dad’s Literary Life

To write Spring Festival couplets, it is necessary to post Spring Festival couplets. Yang Lan left the stack of spring couplets for one night. The next morning, the sun was shining outside, and he was ready to post the Spring Festival couplet with the curious baby's door.

Of course, before that, we must first paste.

"Look at Dad, so you can paste it and brush it around this time." Yang Lan gave her daughter guidance, and then handed the small brush to him. "You come to the other one, and the Henglian." Brush the paste, be careful not to brush too much, and don't brush too little..."

I have long wanted to help my father, although in her consciousness, these jobs are not all tired, but try new things, and can help Dad.

I saw the little girl standing on the small stool, holding the table with her left hand, and longly exploring the right hand holding the small brush. Fortunately, Yang Lan discovered his own negligence and quickly came over to bring the paste closer.

"Oh, it’s weird!" The girl saw the paste once, and the sticky feeling made the donkey feel a little bad.

"It doesn't matter, this paste is brushed up. After the dry, the couplet is firmly attached to the wall." Yang Lan said.

After brushing for a while, after all, the person was weak and brushed, and after brushing a whole couplet, she had to turn around, but if she was not careful, the left hand she supported was pressed on the paste she had just brushed.

"Oh, oh!" I saw that my little hand was like the broth of the porridge. It was sticky, picked up and loosened. It felt so uncomfortable. She had to look at her father poorly and ask for help. What should I do? A lot of paste."

In fact, it was fine with a little paste. It was good to wash it behind, but the reaction was a bit big. Yang Lan had to take her to wash her hands. After the warm hot water rushed, the little girl’s hand was red again. Red and tender.

Still clean and comfortable!

Although she didn't like paste very much, her work attitude was not vague. She continued to help her father brush the Spring Festival couplet and finally finished the brush.

Yang Lan took the 曦曦 to the front of the villa to paste the Spring Festival couplet: "The right side is posted on the left side, the left side is posted on the left side. Dad told you yesterday which one is the Shanglian. Do you remember?"

"Hey, I know that there is a steamed bun with a steamed bun." He followed his father and said, she remembered that when Dad said it, he also opened such a joke. Because of this, I remember to be extra clear.

The buns shook their tails, and they ran on the side of everyone, and they came out to let the wind out. It was the happiest one. However, I heard the name of the little master calling me, and the sound of the bark, the smart yellow dog. Slowed down and looked around with a puzzled look.

But no one explained it to him.

Yang Lan will carefully link the other Spring Festival couplets, face down, and paste the back side up, put it on the short wall, and then pick up the piece of "Huijubao Millennium", posted on the top, also It is the direction of the right hand.

"You help my father to hold down the Spring Festival couplets. Let's aim at the four corners and let it stick vertically." Yang Hao directed the help.

"Okay!" The little girl ran up happily and helped her father hold the two corners below, so that even if the little one is not tall, they can do their best.

I still don't like paste very much, so she uses her fingers and carefully presses the red paper. She doesn't dare to press the whole hand, for fear that the squeezed paste will get on her hands.

Sticking to the couplet at the entrance of the courtyard, Yang Lan and Yan moved to the gate of the villa. At this time, Murphy left Xiaoxiao on the small shaker he could see. He also took the camera and walked to the door.

"Hey, there are dads, look at the camera, laugh one!" Murphy wants to take pictures of Yang Lan and her daughter.

"Hey!" The little girl helped me to follow the Spring Festival couplet and turned back, and she was very fond of it.

Although wearing winter clothes, but the little girl is full of vigor and spirit, the red paper and the bright sunshine of the Spring Festival couplets are reddish cheeks. It seems that the spring breeze is blowing, and the flowers are ten miles away. It is not as sweet as her smile...

"Hey!" Murphy seized the scene and settled down.

When Murphy took a few photos and came back with satisfaction, the little squatting in the shaker began to call up, not knowing if he was a little bored.

"You also want to play with your sister, right? You want to help your father, and you want to take pictures with your mother, right?" Murphy smiled, holding both hands in his arms and holding him. He hugged out from the small shaker and hugged him in front of him, talking to him face to face.

As if this was a fair conversation, I looked at my mother for a while, and finally opened my mouth. "Ah, ah," I laughed, I don't know why I am so happy!

......

The New Year's Eve is busy and fulfilling. After all the preparations, in the evening, Yang Lan took out a string of red firecrackers and hung it on the tree in the yard.

"Hey, don't we set off firecrackers? I'm afraid..." After seeing the firecrackers, I remembered the thoughts of my father's family when I went to the grandfather's house last year, when I went to set off firecrackers, I was worried that my father would be blown up, and this time. The firecrackers were still so big. She was even more afraid. She grabbed Dad’s clothes and pleaded with enthusiasm.

Yang Hao turned back and saw her daughter's tearful eyes, as if she did not give up the idea of ​​setting off firecrackers, she would cry.

Yang Lan couldn't help but feel happy in his heart. He smiled and touched his small head and said, "Little fool, what do you think Dad is taking? Is this really firecracker?"

Yang Lan took the small hand and let her touch the red firecracker. The hard plastic texture was suddenly touched by the little girl.

"This is a fake, just a model. After we plug it in, we turn on the switch, and it will make a sound of firecrackers, but it is not really firecrackers." Yang Lan explained to him.

"Can't it explode?" the little girl asked doubtfully.

"Of course not, there is only firecrackers. We have a Chinese atmosphere for the New Year. It is called the New Year, right?" Yang said with a smile.

It’s not that Jiangcheng’s ban on firecrackers and fireworks, Yang’s failure to buy real firecrackers, or because of firecrackers, will produce a strong smell of gunpowder. He fears that the taste will be small, so he switched to fake. Firecrackers.

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Yang Lan was plugged in on the socket that was pulled out. The red firecracker hanging on the tree flashed red light, and the sound of the firecracker exploded.

At first, the red light and the slamming sound suddenly scared, and the little girl hurriedly hid behind her father to find her most trusted shield, but soon she found that the light was moving and there was no threat. The little girl was brave enough to explore her small head.

It really won’t explode!

However, under the gradual fall of the night, this flashing fake firecracker is also pretty good!

With his eyes wide open, he took his father's hand and let her approach and look at it.

At this time, a dark figure came from the yard. When I was near, I saw the yellow fine hair of the buns under the light of the yard.

"Wang, Wang!" The buns seemed to be scared by the sound of the firecrackers, screaming at the firecrackers.

"Bun, don't ask!" Yang Hao screamed, he worried that the buns would scare the children.

"Giggle, the buns thought it was also a real firecracker!" But he bent down and smiled and hugged the neck of the buns and calmed it up. "Bun, don't be afraid, this is a fake firecracker that you bought, not true."

Facts have proved that the buns are a hoard of fake foxes and tigers. Just next to Yang Lan, they screamed at the firecrackers, but they were very scared.

This is not, when I hold it, this guy twists his head and drills into his arms, whispering in a "squeaky" way, as if he is very wronged.

Yang Lan inexplicably thought of a sentence: "Who is not a baby?"

On the contrary, the little courage in the house is much bigger, although the sound of firecrackers in the room is separated by the door, the sound is not so loud, but the little guy seems to be not afraid at all.

You know, other kids will be afraid of firecrackers!

But Xiao Yan still calmly drinks milk in his mother's arms and enjoys his New Year's Eve dinner.

The firecrackers sounded for a while, and Yang Lan also pulled out the electricity and prevented it from disturbing the people. Of course, the red firecrackers remained in the trees and could be used again in the early morning and tomorrow.

"Happy New Year!" Although it is just a family of four, but there are fathers, mothers, and younger brothers who are licking their fingers, and who have helped themselves for a busy day, they have a good taste and laugh happily. I kept holding up the small cups with soda and my father and mother, and blessed each other.