House Dad’s Literary Life

After digging a lot of shells, after carefully selecting, you will be able to make beautiful pen holders for the three teachers! Just when he and his mother and father made a pen holder, the other side of Jiangcheng was just two years older than Yu Wei, who sat next to her mother and listened to her story.

"... Xiaobubu once again sat on the high soy sauce bottle. He was smug thinking: Haha, my original courage is really too small! Actually, falling from such a high place, it is not a fall. Follow the head, there is no problem at all! Instead, this is quite fun, I have to try again..."

Yu Ying is slowly reading her manuscript.

She has written several chapters of the story. She used to work behind closed doors and did not show it to others. However, after several revisions, Yu Ying gradually gained some confidence in herself. She felt it necessary to share with her daughter and see. Daughter likes it or not!

Yu Xiaowei is also one of the audiences of this story. Yu Ying also told Xiao Wei about this story. However, at that time, Yu Ying’s thinking was rather confusing, and the structure of the story was very fragmented. The level of excitement was naturally far behind. Now through her carefully conceived and revised version!

No, in the brightly lit bedroom desk, Yu Ying and her daughter sat side by side, she read the manuscript, and Yu Xiaowei was also engrossed.

"...Oops! The little cloth is too hard, can't control myself, and actually drives the soy sauce bottle to fall down!"

The voice that my mother suddenly raised, suddenly let Yu Wei nervous, the little girl pouted, her eyes rounded.

"This time, Xiaobubu smashed into the small bowl of fruit with a soy sauce bottle. The small bowl was knocked out and rolled on the floor. The white rice was sprinkled on the ground!"

If you are listening to the story, you will definitely catch Dad’s hand. Barabala said a pass, but Yu Xiaowei doesn’t like to interrupt, she just listens nervously.

Subsequently, Yu Ying said that because the small cloth was wasting food and angry, he also said that the grain and grain were all hard. While reading the manuscript, she did not forget to remind her daughter of the importance of this truth: "Mom is in the hotel. Work, there are many guests who don't eat clean, and there are a lot of meals left, which is really wasteful, but we can't learn them. Just like fruits, we understand that every rice is hard to come by."

Yu Xiaowei nodded gently, she hesitated and said: "Mom makes money very hard."

Yu Ying took a look, she did not expect her daughter to be so sensible!

It may be difficult for others to understand her mood at the moment, but we must know that on Saturday, Yu Ying actually went to work one day, and had a little free time to accompany her daughter at night. Even after she fell asleep, she continued to write!

After suffering and tired again, Yu Ying has been stunned by people all these years, and no one has complained about it. It is just warm and self-aware.

But at this moment, when she talked about the hard work of the farmer's uncle, the daughter was more concerned about the hardships of her earning money to support her family. When Ying Ying suddenly saw her eyes, she became red.

Stronger, but also the softness of the heart is touched at this moment!

"Thank you, Xiao Wei, my mother is very moved, and it is worth the hard work!" Yu Ying hugged and hugged Xiao Wei, pretending to calmly smile, "Let's tell the story!"

Next, Yu Ying talked about the contradiction between the small cloth and the fruit. The angry little cloth found an opportunity to escape from the fruit of the fruit and start its adventure...

Yu Ying’s manuscript only wrote that Xiao Bubu was taken away by the mouse and was in distress. However, when she finished reading, it was almost time for Xiao Wei to sleep!

"Xiao Wei, how do you think your mother's story is written?"

Yu Ying sat on the edge of the bed and helped the lying lie to cover the little belly. Now the weather is not hot or cold, there is no need to open the fan, but it is still necessary to cover the quilt to avoid the cold, by the way, and pretend not to care. Asked.

Yu Xiaowei looked at her mother, her eyes softly groaned and whispered: "Good, I like it."

"Oh, that's good, you like it, mom is happy!" Yu Ying is really happy, although her daughter doesn't talk much, but she is very smart, and she is honest, she doesn't like to lie, she said yes, it means not bad. Where to go!

However, she couldn’t be too smug in front of her daughter. Yu Ying took a deep breath and pretended to say seriously: “Xiao Wei, my mother told you a very important thing, that is, you can’t learn small cloth, you can’t So capricious."

Yu Xiaowei looked at her mother and listened carefully.

"If you have a contradiction with your mother, we can slowly solve it and communicate with each other. It must not be like a small cloth, and leave home." Yu Ying said, and then moved the truth, she took some The nasal voice said, "If you suddenly disappear, my mother will be sad."

Yu Wei, who was lying in bed, had already leaned over. She nodded gently, hesitated, and extended a small hand from the quilt, gently holding her mother's hand.

......

At the Yang Lan family's side, when Ying and his daughter read their own manuscripts, Yang's handicraft factory has announced the end of a day's work. In fact, the production of the pen holder just opened a small head, but I also took a bath and sleep almost at the time, so the rest will be completed until tomorrow.

After the shower, the cockroach climbed into the bed as usual, waiting to read with his father before going to bed.

However, Yang Lan has other arrangements today.

"Hey, look, what gift did Dad bring to you?" Yang Xiao smiled and shook a small box and showed it with him.

"Wow! There are gifts!" I happily rolled over on the bed and stood up on the little quilt.

Yang Lan handed the small box to the donkey. He sat down and rested on his lap. While opening, he curiously asked, "Hey, why do I have a gift? Is this my birthday present?"

"No, there is still one month for your birthday. When we go to Grandpa's house to give you a birthday." Yang Xiao smiled. "Dad suddenly wants to give you a gift, so there is a gift!"

In fact... Yang Lan just debugged the electronic components in the Buddha image and tested it for a few days. After doing it, I wanted to wear it to the donkey, but as for why I gave the gift to you at this time, Yang Lan is really Did not think of a good reason.

In fact, she didn't care. She grabbed the red rope and pulled out the small Buddha statue inside. She was surprised and said: "Wow! Hey, what is this? So beautiful!"

In fact, when Yang Lan took her to Hanshan Temple last time, she had seen Guanyin Buddha statue, but I didn’t recognize it now. This is too small! She likes this statue of Buddha, on the one hand because of the exquisite carving of Yang Lan, and on the other hand because the reddish brown color and natural texture of this wood are really beautiful!

Yang Lan took a little time to explain the role of this Buddha statue pendant, like the function of the call, Yang Hao gave a demonstration.

The little girl had a good time. In the end, Yang Lan said it for a while before she persuaded her to understand that this call function was only to let her encounter the situation that was previously mentioned by Mr. Cai from Huijia Primary School, or it was dangerous. When I can use it, I am still trying to put it down.

"You usually want to call Dad, you can use your mobile phone directly!" Yang Xiao smiled.

"But I think this is more fun!" He whispered his mouth and didn't realize his father's fear of some potential danger.

"This is what we will wear after we get up tomorrow. Now Dad tells you a story, then go to bed early, okay?" Yang said softly.

This situation was also expected by Yang Lan, and there is not much crisis awareness.

Therefore, he wants to tell the story of a famous magical story in the past. From the story, he tells the world that there are still many unknown dangers. Some strangers may be guilty of speculation and need to be vigilant at any time.

Of course, the most important thing is to ask for help from Dad!

"Okay! I like listening to stories most!" I just looked at the Buddha statue with dismay, but now I am lying back in the bed with joy and looking forward to my father.