Almighty Star Daddy

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Away from the hustle and bustle of the city and the crowds, the quiet village is another world. The morning light shines on the earth among the blue sky and white clouds. Because there are no more entertainment facilities, people living here are more accustomed to going to bed early and getting up early.

The chicks came out early to wander for food, and a few golden-yellow, fluffy chicks chirped after the hens.

Xuanxuan quickly integrated into the village life. She went to bed early and woke up early, so she didn't need Han Mo to worry about it.

Everything in the yard was so new to her. The chicks that attracted her attention the most were the chicks. She just wanted to follow the chicks, but the closer the little guys followed, the faster the chicks ran. .

Xuanxuan and the chicks were like this. You chased me and ran around the yard for a few times. Han Mo sat in a rattan chair not far away and looked at everything in front of him gently. Why, the quiet courtyard and a few free-range chickens made him feel particularly comfortable.

"It would be nice to have such a yard if you are old." Han Mo seemed to see a picture of growing vegetables, feeding chickens, and leisurely climbing the mountain with Shu Ya when he was old, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help showing a smile. .

"Dad, what you say is good." The little guy failed to chase the chicken and ran to his father panting.

Han Mo rubbed the top of the little guy's head, but without answering his daughter's words directly, he asked, "Have you caught the chick?"

The little guy pouted as soon as he heard this question, his face full of unhappy, "The chick is not good, don't play with Xuanxuan." After speaking, he was unwilling to see that no one was chasing after him, who had returned to a leisurely state. chicks.

In fact, the chick is also depressed. Where did the children chase us and ran all morning, twittering~

Han Mo gently wiped the sweat from Xuanxuan's head, and a voice suddenly came from outside the yard.

"Xuanxuan, I'm here." Mengmeng jumped into the yard.

The little guy ran over excitedly when he heard the voice of his good friend, and walked into the yard holding Mengmeng's hand.

Mengmeng's father looked haggard, and he was not too young to look old. He wanted to take the children out to play early, so that he didn't have to grind him alone in the room, although it was only one night, Mengmeng's father has already It feels like a year.

Two good friends are standing together holding hands.

"dad,

I'm going to have braids. "Mengmeng said aggrieved.

Mengmeng's dad smiled a little embarrassedly, "Dad didn't you braid your hair?"

Mengmeng pouted her little mouth and felt even more aggrieved, "But I'm going to have a braid like Xuanxuan's." The little girl was crying.

Mengmeng's father looked at Xuanxuan and at his daughter's hair. At this moment, he really understood what there is no difference without comparison.

Han Mo washed Xuanxuan's face, brushed her teeth, and combed her hair early in the morning. Because she was playing outside, Han Mo didn't braid her child's hair that was too complicated. She just braided the broken hair at the back of her head and tied it into a high ponytail. Into the ball head, it looks cleaner than usual.

Xuan Xuan stared at Mengmeng as if surprised and said, "Mengmeng, didn't you comb your hair?"

"My dad said, comb my hair." Although she is only four years old, the little girl has an aesthetic sense. In her small heart, she doesn't admit that her dad combed her hair at all.

Her hair, which was longer than Xuanxuan's, was loosely wrapped around the back of her head by a rubber band. Because Mengmeng's hair was thick and long, and the braids were tied too loosely, it would be crooked and collapsed at the back of her head. It's messy. If Mengmeng's father said that he had combed his child just now, Han Mo would not believe that Mengmeng combed his hair.

Mengmeng's father suddenly saw Xuanxuan's hair, his eyes lit up, and an idea came to his mind, "We'll ask Teacher Ding to brush your hair for a while."

In the heart of Mengmeng's father, it is perfect to tie the ponytail so that it is not loose, but also braid? Still doing tricks? If you can't do it, Teacher Ding can tie Xuanxuan's hair, and she must also bring Mengmeng over and ask the teacher to help comb it.

Mengmeng's expression didn't change after listening to her father's words.

"Look at how well Xuanxuan's braids are combed by Teacher Ding, let's go to the teacher now." Mengmeng's father took the child's hand and waved to Han Mo, "Let's go to Teacher Ding and let her comb his hair too. , the same comb as Xuanxuan." Mengmeng's dad smiled lovingly.

Mengmeng's father seems to have found a life-saving straw. He thought that if he could comb Xuanxuan's hair, he would also comb Mengmeng's hair. The teacher said before that the child's daily life in the past two days will be handled by the father alone, so he is embarrassed to go. , this is good, it doesn't seem to be helpful at all.

Xuanxuan drew a big question mark on her head, and asked suspiciously, "But Dad, you combed my hair."

Mengmeng's father just pulled Mengmeng to turn around, and what Xuan Xuan said behind him was caught in his ears. The expression on his face froze for a moment, the corners of his eyes twitched fiercely, he turned around slowly, and looked at Han Mo in disbelief. "Xuanxuan's hair, did you comb it?"

Before Han Mo could speak, the little guy stiffened his waist and raised his head, as if he was showing off on purpose, and said first, "Yes, Dad will give me a beautiful hairstyle every day, and even Teacher Ding Rou asks me for advice. Dad has braids."

Mengmeng's father's eyes widened, the corners of his mouth trembled, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly changed from surprise to joy. He put his hands on his daughter's shoulders and gently pushed him in front of Han Mo, "Xiao Han, you have a job."

Han Mo didn't say anything, but smiled and brushed the little girl's hair.

Leyan's father led Leyan through the yard of Han Mo's house with a sad face. Mengmeng's father was busy in the morning. He wanted to comb his braids, but he couldn't do it, but Leyan's father just gave up the idea and went out to find a teacher. comb hair.

As soon as he arrived outside the courtyard of Han Mo's house, he was stunned by the scene in front of him, and he turned around without thinking.

Han Mo's technique is very fast. Compared with the tedious styling work in his previous life, it is simply too easy to make a braid for a child. He tied up the cute hair and made Peng Song a little more cute. Just now It's over, I haven't had time to look up here.

"Xiao Han, thank you for your hard work."

When Han Mo looked up, Leyan was already standing in front of him, next to Leyan's father with an embarrassed smile.

Leyan's hair is not tied up at all, it is not as cute as just now, but it was combed by Leyan's father and draped behind her shoulders.

After a while, another new bud head appeared. Le Yan touched the top of her head. The three little girls were about the same height, and they wore the same hairstyle as if they were little sisters.

"You are all here, why haven't you left? Teacher Ding sent a message to ask to gather." Xiaohu's father shouted into the yard.

Han Mo and Xuanxuan lived closest to the meeting point, and other families who went to meet with Ding Rou would pass by the gate of their courtyard.

"What notice? I didn't see it." Leyan's father quickly took out his mobile phone. To be honest, they were too lazy to take out such an old phone. In the past, even if there was no movement on the mobile phone, they would flip it out and browse the web page. Now the mobile phone is completely useless. presence.

Han Mo's cell phone was still in the room, he went back to the room and took out his cell phone, and glanced at the text message at the top of the screen.

At this time, Le Yan's father was also reading text messages, "Please go to the meeting place to participate in the activity of 'How Much Dad Knows'."

"How much does Dad know? Is it a knowledge contest?" Le Yan's father couldn't help but ask.

"It doesn't feel like it, you'll know when you go."

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