House Dad’s Literary Life

In the eager anticipation of the children, this week has passed very quickly, and it is already on Friday night. Because I have to leave early the next day, Yang Lan will start to pack up all the things to be taken tomorrow, except for lunch.

In the bright living room, Yang Lan pointed to two small shoulder bags, and Lanxin, who came with him and said, "This is the schoolbag that you want to carry. This is the bag of Xiner."

Lan Xin asked inexplicably: "Daddy Yang, why do we have to carry a bag?"

"Because you have to bring some essential items for the spring tour!" Yang Yan said with a smile.

Lan Xin blinked and pointed to the big luggage bag next to her. He said, "But you have a bag! You can help us! I don’t have to travel with my dad. I take things."

Take your dad out to travel, but also your own backpack, what do you want to use this dad?

It seems that this is no problem.

He was also impressed by Lan Xin’s words. She smiled aside and nodded. “Yes, I didn’t take anything, but I took it once because we played at the zoo in Australia. Then I want to buy those dolls, let me hold them, but I am tired..."

Yang Lan knows that if he is accompanied, these two little girls will have a dependence.

"That can't be done. The things I took are to serve the entire class. Because Dad was chosen to represent the past, you can't just be your father. I have to take care of other children who don't have dad to go with them!" He explained patiently, "So, this spring tour is the same as a practice. You should be with me, with other children, learn to take care of yourself, and bring your teacher to say what each child wants to bring. Then play happily."

"What about that?" He looked up at the little head in confusion.

"Dad is behind you and is the safest backing for you!" Yang Lan said with a fist and encouraged. "When you feel that your heart is not practical, look back at your father and you can continue to talk to you more comfortably." Classmates go to play, right?"

"That's alright!" Although I still don't understand the difference, but she still inexplicably thinks that Dad is right, then do what Dad said!

Lan Xin still has some reluctance, she whispered: "But, how much tired? You have to carry a lot of things! Dead..."

Usually, when I go to school, I only have a short distance from getting off the train to entering the classroom. Lan Xin feels that she is very hard.

"No, you see, the two bags I have prepared for you are very small, very light, very soft and." Yang Lan smiled and said, "Then you don't have much to bring, you see, This new small kettle can be kept warm, so you can drink it by pouring the warm water inside on the lid. There is also a pack of dry paper towels, a pack of wet wipes, an umbrella, and several garbage bags. More, and then bring your father's lunch for you tomorrow, you can. If you have a snack, Dad will bring you together!"

When Dad took out the items for them, he blinked and ran over and grabbed two new kettles. He liked it very much.

Both kettles are in pink tones, and they all have the same style, and more importantly, the image of Xuebao that I like very much!

That's right, these two kettles are the products that Yang Lan saw from the Sahara Publishing House and went straight to the home. The "Frozen" movie will be released this summer, and these peripheral products will also be launched simultaneously.

The big nose made by Xuebao’s carrots, the big front teeth like rabbits, and two iconic elements make it look so cute!

Of course, the two kettles are still a little subtle. The Xuebao on a kettle is happy to hold two branches and one foot, and the whole person is happily twisted, while the Xuebao on the other kettle is Shy expression, two branches clasped in front of each other.

Each has its own cute!

I couldn’t bear to let go, and Lan Xin recognized Xue Bao. She also yelled and screamed over and admired it with her.

"Xiner, our kettles are very similar!" He said happily to Lan Xin.

"Yes, but these two kettles, which one is mine, which one is yours?" Lan Xin asked.

"I don't know, oh, these two kettles, which one is mine, which one is Xiner?" I begged for help.

Yang Wei smiled and said: "You can do it yourself. Anyway, it is the same. Whoever can take it is OK."

"Not the same... I like both Xuebao." He fell into the dilemma of choice. She reluctantly touched the two kettles and placed them side by side on the coffee table. Look left, right. Look, don't know how to choose.

"Xin Er, which one do you like?" He hesitated for a while, but finally threw the problem to Lan Xin.

"I don't know which one to choose." Lan Xin didn't seem to know how to choose, but she could be more casual than a sly, and said refreshingly, "Come and choose one!"

Just listen to the little girl and read the point, the fingers on the two kettles in a mess, and finally stay on one of them.

"Okay, this is mine, this is yours!" Lan Xin picked up the shy Xuebao's kettle, and then grabbed another happy Xuebao kettle, stuffed it into his arms, and smiled slyly. .

"Okay." He was a little hesitant. She held her own kettle and looked at the kettle in Lan Xin’s arms. She finally agreed to nod.

Yang Lan is next to him, laughing and watching their own distribution.

"Now you have to pack your own bags, pack these items neatly into your backpack, and this lunch box is also, tomorrow, Dad will pour water into your kettle and give you lunch in the lunch box. But now you have to learn I packed it up." Yang Lan said.

It may be the nature of a girl. He and Lan Xin did not complain about why Dad didn't help. The two little girls began to pack their backpacks with excitement.

However, the ability to pick up Lancome and Lanxin is still different. Usually, the schoolbags are neatly packed. Every book is carefully coded, for fear of making wrinkles, and Lanxin is very casual.

Therefore, when I packed my backpack, I took a piece of article very carefully, and learned how Dad usually looks and put them in carefully. If it feels unreasonable, she will take it out and stack it again.

And Lan Xin was a brain to the backpack, and the result was very messy.

Lan Xin took a sly backpack and looked at her. I felt that my backpack was very unsightly, and then I came out again and asked about it.

He picked up his backpack and turned his head from time to time. He turned and pointed to Lan Xin. He even helped to help the clumsy Lan Xin to understand the contents of her backpack.

Yang Lan was on the side, watching the two little girls eagerly discuss the way, and could not help but reveal a kind smile.

He didn't have any leisure time, sorted out his own big bag for a while, put some handmade candy and snacks made in the past two days, then got up again and put the guitar in the living room into the guitar bag.

"Yes, hey, Xiner, the song that I taught you before, do you still remember? When you teach the students to sing tomorrow, you have to lead the sing!" Yang asked with a smile.