House Dad’s Literary Life

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, wear this hat first!"

Yang Lan did a lot of preparations for his birthday. After all, he was the first birthday party. He also went to the Internet to find some cases and learned to arrange himself. At this moment, he seemed to think of something, hurried to the side of the storage basket, picked up a few hats.

"I want to bring this!" Yang Hao’s right hand took the artificial crown that he bought when he went to the pedestrian street that day. Although it was a bargain, it was also shining brightly under the light, and it looked like a real princess. The same as the crown.

"Ma Ma, is it good-looking?" He smiled sweetly, letting Dad help to insert his head in his hair. Her neck didn't dare to move, she could only twist her body.

"Good-looking! My little princess! Right, Yang Lan, I think you can take a photo here! Keep it as a commemoration." Murphy patted Yang Hao's arm, some relatives said.

"Yes, but I have to wait!" Yang Lan still holds two conical hats in his left hand. He wears one first and then points to Murphy.

"I don't want to wear it!" Murphy laughed back a little, and waved his hands again and again.

"How is this going? We have to wear our birthday!" Yang Lan blocked Murphy in front of the bar, leaving her nowhere to go.

Then he personally helped Murphy to wear it, hooked the rope and hung under Murphy's chin. This process is inevitable skin blindness, Yang Yan fingertips across Murphy's chin, feeling the delicate texture of her, looking at her flushed cheeks.

If the beauty is picturesque, it is actually a fool, forgetting to take back his fingers.

Murphy also stupidly leaned against the bar and looked up at Yang Lan. So close, Murphy almost felt the breath of Yang Lan. So close, Murphy can almost feel the burning of Yang Lan's gaze. So close, Murphy also forgot to avoid, so he looked at the tough face of Yang Hao's knife and axe.

"How are you still not good? I am waiting for impatient!" Still the sound of screaming, interrupted the embarrassment of this moment.

Murphy reacted first, and she blushes and pushes Yang Lan, pretending to walk to the shack.

Yang Lan also shook his head and smiled. He also pretended that nothing happened. He went to the side and picked up the SLR camera he had bought before. He said loudly, "Hey, Dad came to take pictures of you!"

I took a few photos, and there were separate photos of the "Yes" gestures that have remained unchanged for a long time. There are also photos taken by the mothers and daughters of Murphy.

"Yang Hao, you have come over and shoot! Timing!" Murphy just had a very happy time with the noise, and now it is also a smile to attract Yang Hao.

"I want to shoot? Don't you?" Yang Lan scratched his head. "I want to shoot it for you!"

In fact, he is not willing to take pictures. The old stereotypes made him feel that as long as he took a photo, it is easy to leave traces to his opponent, and the tracking of others becomes easier!

However, it seems that now I don't have to worry about this problem. After all, his identity is no longer a killer, but an ordinary person.

"Come on!" Murphy said. "You are a father. How can you say no? Come, let our family of three stay together for a photo!"

A family of three, Murphy almost blurted out, and when she said she realized that she suddenly blushed.

However, this is indeed the case, they are all four years old, they are three, have not had a photo!

Yang Lan did not insist, he adjusted the camera's timed shooting, and then ran over, with Murphy left and right, the little girl with a bright smile was in the middle.

"Hey!" The picture is fixed. Everyone has a smile on his face. Even Yang Lan and Murphy are laughing very naturally. I only hope that this happiness will last forever...

There is still food on the bar, not only the fruit that is washed with water, but also the snacks that Yang Lan has baked and made. When Yang Lan played with the camera and prepared to use the tripod to fix the recorded video, Murphy took the hand of the little princess of today's birthday and first came to taste it.

"This is a cookie." Murphy picked up one and put a bite on his mouth.

Her eating position is always so elegant, just a small bite, the left hand is placed under the chin, for fear of falling out some residue.

“Hey, delicious!” Murphy likes Yang Hao’s craftsmanship. This cookie is not only exquisite, but also sells no worse than the cake shop, and it is crispy and sweet, and the taste and taste are just right! Moreover, she likes the cranberry inside, which is a bit sour and especially delicious!

"I want too!" Anxious, she couldn't reach it, unless she climbed into the chair, but Yang Lan moved the chair away in order to arrange the bar.

Murphy smiled and handed it to the little girl. He said, "You can't eat too much. There will be better food later! If you are full, you will regret it!"

“Is it better to eat?” He had a good appetite, but his appetite was wide open, but after listening to his mother, he was hesitant to eat this cookie.

The snacks made by Yang Lan are of course not only cranberry cookies, but also colorful glutinous rice bran.

This glutinous rice glutinous rice is very interesting. Green is mixed with green tea powder, pink is strawberry-flavored, and yellow is mango-flavored. Of course, it is filled with red bean paste. There is also a white, but inside is a purple heart - purple potato stuffing!

Just as Murphy and the 曦曦 曦曦 tasting, Yang Lan came over with the guitar, and he pretended to debug the microphone and the bracket: "cough, feed, feed!"

Murphy saw the guitar hanging upstairs in Yang Lan's study, Brown_Beetle. Of course, she knew that the guitar was expensive, and she knew that the landlord had left it. She had always thought that BB was a pearl in Yang Lan, but she had better, so she didn't have the envy to find Yang Lan.

"What are you doing?" Murphy looked at Yang Lan with a funny smile. She didn't know that Yang Lan would play the guitar. Looking at Yang Lan's clumsy look with his guitar, he laughed and swayed.

"This, I want to sing a song to you!" Yang said in a serious way.

"Okay, okay!" He smacked a small palm. She was so happy today. Mom and Dad prepared a birthday party for themselves, and Dad actually sang.

In fact, I was not as surprised as my mother, because Yang Lan sang "Let_it_go" in front of you, so I am still looking forward to it!

Murphy is also a bit curious. She wants to know what Yang Lan, a guy who once knew nothing about music and didn't bother to understand, can sing. And still the guitar is playing!

"Did he go to learn to play the guitar?" Murphy thought.

"Then I started!" Yang Hao put the microphone back on the shelf, and then began to kick the guitar strings.

"5·565, 17..." A light, simple rhythm sounded.

Murphy paid attention to the **** of Yang Lan's right hand. It seems to be a bit stiff, but this simple repetition, only a few changes in the melody, is indeed enough.

But the position of the left hand on the string is not bad, he really learned it!