House Dad’s Literary Life

The flower of the radish cannot be said to be amazing because it is not like a peony flower, it has a strong color and a spectacular shape. On the contrary, it is not only spectacular, but also not strong, a bit like a starry sky, all beige, even with a very light yellow, and the flower bones are very petite, only when a group of clusters are together, can they behave A little sense of existence!

But for 曦曦, its flowering is more pleasing to her than the peony flower, or the little yellow flower that she has seen before, which makes her see it.

Because it is hard to come by!

When Yang Lan came over to accompany her with her little girl, the little girl worried that her brother was as naughty as Xiaoshi, and carefully shook hands and stood on the ground, and persuaded her: "Younger brother, you can't Touch these flowers! Just stand a little farther..."

Xiao Yan looked up at her sister in confusion and then leaned back and looked at the flowers.

In the eyes of the little guy, it seems that there is nothing special about it. What is the sister saying?

Yang Lan listened, and smiled, but he did not dissuade, but he was pondering on the side and asked: "Hey, Dad came to test you a question, see if you can answer it, okay?"

"What problem?" He turned his head curiously.

"Radish flower, does it have a few petals?"

"A few petals?" This question can be taken into account. She is still flexible. If she doesn't know, she chooses to conduct a field survey. "I counted well."

However, when I saw this opening, I opened a large group of radish flowers. The little girl made a difficult mistake: "Oh, a lot... one, two, three, four..."

Xiao Yan looked at her sister and rubbed her eyes. The little guy learned a few numbers. Usually, Murphy took him to the hillside of Tingshan behind the villa area, while he was holding the stairs and mouth. I took him a few steps, so I taught it little by little.

I really counted it up, but after a while, she stunned herself and dazzled the flowers. After counting for a while, she forgot what she had counted.

"Oh, too much..." The little girl muttered anxiously.

Yang Lan looked at me for a while and then said to her: "You are wrong. You have to look at this. Only a small piece is a flower. This big group is a collection of small flowers. Get up."

"Hey, hey, you don't say it earlier." I found out that my thoughts were wrong, but I counted so many numbers in vain. She twisted her little **** and blamed her father.

The little girl is very smart now, and Dad’s bad taste can be discovered by her.

However, after the complaints are over, I am still interested in counting them again: "I will look again, one, two, three, four... but it seems that there are not four..."

In order to identify clearly, she curiously approached some, reached out and pulled the flowers, and then turned around and told her father: "Oh, no, or four petals, because I admit it wrong, I thought this is five petals, but it No! It has a flower next to it, and the petals of this flower are thought of by this flower!"

The little girl, Barabala, finished her discovery and smiled with her father, waiting for her father's compliment.

However, the little sister next to him pulled the sister's hand and yelled in his mouth: "One, one!"

"What?" I feel a bit inexplicable.

I saw Xiao Yan leaning on the small head, a very serious expression, he used his empty right hand, did not know what to draw in the air, just like pressing down, with a clear rhythm, said: "One, two three four five……"

"Five!" seems to be accusing the older sister of not having read the same five. He also looked at his sister and repeatedly called it five times.

Perhaps because the age is not much different, I understand the meaning of my brother. She smiled and said: "No, my brother, no five, I am with the petals of flowers, you are jingle. Ma Ma to you Read it."

"I will also give you reading!" The little girl raised her tone with interest and said, "One, two, three, four, five, up the mountain to fight the tiger, the tiger can not hit, hit the little squirrel!"

Xiao Yan listened to her sister and jingle. He suddenly seemed to find a companion. He opened his eyes and smiled. While patted the small palm, he used his unclear tongue and said: "Knocking Xu..."

"It's a little squirrel!" I tried to correct it.

......

The radish blossoms are a big deal!

The little girl not only appreciates and records herself, but she can't help but tell the world.

At noon, after eating lunch, before going to bed, she used WeChat to give her mother, to Grandpa, to the little aunt, and to a video call to the grandfather in the country, telling them that the radish they planted had blossomed.

"The radish blossoms, then you can't eat this radish! Too old!" In the opposite lens, the ink crane is dark, it is estimated that the father did not understand how the front camera of this mobile phone can correctly align itself. Face, but this does not prevent him from giving guidance to you. "You let Yang Lan, your father, plant the seeds after flowering, and have radishes in a few months!"

"Seed... Eat radish, okay!" The little girl listened very skillfully, holding the phone and nodding her head.

"Forget it, tell you, you may not remember, give your mobile phone to your father, I told him!" Mo Henian obviously underestimated the memory of his granddaughter.

However, he still obediently ran back and handed the phone to his father: "Hey, my grandfather said to talk to you."

After a while, Yang Lan cried and smiled with the ink crane year to explain that he was not going to give the radish to eat. This is just a homework in a natural science class.

"Hey, you didn't sleep at noon, actually went outside to see the radish flower, and also disturbed the grandfather's rest! You know, it's very late now in foreign countries!" Yang Hao put away the phone, so good And funnyly reached out and licked the little girl's hair.

"Well, then can I call Xiaowei's sister and Xiaoyuer? And Kiki, Shiyun, Zhaoyu..." He said with Dad.

"No, it's noon now, you have to go to take a nap. You see your brothers take a nap." Yang Hao simply hugged the little girl up and went upstairs and smiled. "You want to tell other friends, You can wait for the afternoon, or go to school tomorrow, you can take a few photos, Dad will help you wash it out and show it to them."

"That, then okay..." I had some regrets, but she suddenly felt that her father's proposal was good, and she agreed with joy.

......

In the afternoon, when Yang Lan was on the phone with Murphy, he ran over and said that he would go to Lanxin’s house to play.

"Yes, then you pay attention to safety." Yang Lan agreed.

Usually the two little girls are running around, and the villa area is quite safe.

However, Yang Lan did not expect that, not long after, his phone has not finished playing, they saw the original Anan split the buns in the living room, shaking his tail, and ran out.

"Giggle! Hey, where is your radish flower?" Lan Xin’s big voice, passed through the distance.