House Dad’s Literary Life

"Wow, my sisters are telling stories, wow, let's go and join in the fun!" When Yang Lan was going to arrange for the two girls to tell the story, Murphy’s laughter came over, he and Yu Lanxin. He turned his head and brushed, and saw Murphy walking towards them with a smile. He still had a small bench sitting in his hand, and Xiaoyan had already rushed ahead.

The little guy's steps are not big, but the pace is really fast. Just like a French small sports car, he screams and ran. He ran to the middle of the screen and the screen, and stopped to see the sisters. I opened my mouth and laughed. A few white teeth were exposed, very cute.

"Come on, we can sit here and watch, can't bother your sister." Murphy took a nap and took him to the side.

Murphy knows that Yang Lan wants to teach Lan Xin and what kind of values ​​he wants, so she also brought Xiao Yan, although Xiao Xiao is not necessarily able to understand, but it may have an effect when it is heard!

Back on the right track, Yang Lan proposed: "Well, since you all like to tell the story of the second painting, we will come to a guessing fist. Whoever wins will talk about this painting, and it will not be sad to lose. Because of the story of the first painting, there is a lot of room to play!"

This proposal is still relatively fair. Both Yan and Lanxin readily agreed. After a guessing of the boxing, she lost her heart. She regretted sighing and gave the position to Lan Xin.

Of course, although the little girl felt sorry, she didn't care too much. She said in a big way: "That, the story of the giant panda!"

Lan Xin was full of joy, but when she stood in the middle and wanted to talk, she realized that she didn’t seem to remember the story. She scratched her head and looked at Yang’s father a little embarrassed and said with embarrassment: “But, I am not ready yet!"

"Hey? Do you want to prepare for a while?" Yang Lan looked at him and smiled. "Would you like to tell the story first?"

I immediately came up again, she did not think about preparing, and ran up with joy: "Well! I tell the story, my brother and Ma Ma are listening!"

"Applause to my sister!" Murphy took the small hand of the small cockroach and smiled and patted it.

The ability to tell a story is a few years of exercise, so the little girl stood there, although she did not bounce and behave very well, but her little face was filled with a confident smile.

Because I just walked back, I sweated a little, and the sweat on my cheeks stuck a few hairs. It looked like a pretty kind of pretty, and the most rare thing was that her calm eyes and expressions were actually a bit different. Murphy's temperament on the concert stage!

“It’s been a long time ago!” The little girl used the most common beginning that Dad used to tell her when she told her story. Naturally, she cut into the story. “Several people are walking...”

Walking?

Yang Lan squatted aside, how could it be a walk? However, he also smiled and did not interrupt the free play.

"But the sun is so good! They have to take a break, then they will rest under the tree!" He pointed at the painting on the screen and used her not a rich vocabulary to talk about it, "then, then One person went to climb the tree because there was fruit to eat."

"It's pear, Sydney, sweet!" Lan Xin recognized the following words, and kept reminding her little friends.

"Yeah, it’s Sydney, I want to eat Sydney!" The eyebrows smiled and nodded with the little friend.

Next, the story told me is basically reading the above dialogue. Some words she didn't know, the little girl stopped and asked her father.

"...this person sitting under the tree said: No, the pear tree is someone else. No, he said that the pear tree has no master, but in my heart, it is someone else." When I was at the time, I scratched my head a little confused, and I couldn’t get around.

Yang Wei was quiet and waited for the story of the whole department. He only smiled and pressed the two hands, indicating that Murphy and Lan Xin did not rush to applaud and said, "Hey, it’s not finished yet!"

"Let's finish it! Is there still?" He looked at the back screen with a puzzled look and looked back at his father in confusion.

"Remember when Dad usually tells you stories? We tell stories, not just telling a story. At the end, we have to make a small summary. For example, this story, what did it tell us? Reason." Yang Yan said with a smile.

He was also reminded of his father, and she remembered and nodded.

Subsequently, the little girl showed a sad expression, the delicate brows pulled down, the beautiful big eyes are also revealing. I saw that she was unwilling to interweave the two little hands in front of her, twisting her waist with her little buttocks, pleadingly pleading: "Hey, then, can I say more? I want to reward!" I want to invite everyone to see the doll!"

It turned out that I had a lot of thoughts. She felt that her father had pointed out the shortcomings of her storytelling. She was already convinced that she was not good at it!

Yang Lan, who didn’t think so at all, laughed and laughed. After organizing a language, he said softly: "Of course, you try to complete our story and it is progress!"

曦曦 This is cloudy and sunny, and I am happy to show a sweet smile.

"Then let me say, that is... this story tells us that we can't pick pear trees that others have planted. If we want to eat, we will grow our own seeds. I can grow potatoes, or I can grow very sweet and sweet pear trees! "Yu Yue said that the smoother, the eyes with the excitement of light, said, "Yes, can't eat other people's pear trees, because, because it was someone else who worked so hard, my radish was planted and broken by the steamed buns." One, I can be uncomfortable!"

The performance behind him is really beyond the expectations of Yang Lan.

In fact, Yang Lan only hopes that he can make a summary of himself, so that he can have a deeper impression on the story and on this truth.

However, Yang Lan did not think that he could extend his imagination to his previous experiences and tell the feelings of the "victims".

"Great!" Yang Lan gratefully praised him, and couldn't help but praise him. "Hey, Dad is really happy for you, because you can sum up so much content, you see, you. The story, is it true that it is complete and complete?"

I got the praise of my father, and I got the applause of my mother, my brother, and Lan Xin. She was a little embarrassed to stand in the same place and smiled awkwardly.

"Yang Dad, isn't it very good, can you go to the doll's factory to visit?" Lan Xin asked curiously.

Yes, this is the key! At this moment, I couldn’t care about it. She lifted her small head and looked at her father with a sly look. Her face was a little tight and she waited for her father’s ruling.

"Of course, I have already won her reward!" Yang Lan smiled and looked at Lan Xin and said, "So, now it’s the turn of Xiner, you can go to Baodao with us. If you eat, it’s up to you to read the story you told me!"

After listening to the first half, I just smiled and smiled, and Lan Xin interrupted her joy.

"That, then I have to prepare for a while! Hey, hey, come over, I told you, you have to help me..." Two little girls, squatting aside and squatting.