House Dad’s Literary Life

In order to make it easier to tell the story, Yang Lan also sat on the bamboo bed. He immediately came over and slammed his father's firm calf and comfortably placed his head on it, as if Dad's big hairs were bigger than the pillows. Still more comfortable!

"Don't be afraid of stinky? Dad's ankle!" Yang Xiao smiled and reached out and licked the little guy's head and asked.

"I am not afraid of not being afraid! The feet are washed as clean as mine! Hey, look!" Lying on his back, he also picked up a white and tender little ankle like the legs of Ji Erlang, and smiled smugly.

Of course, the feeling of dependence of the little girl is still very useful for Dad. Yang Lan gently stroked her little head and said a few words to her, she smiled and began to tell the story.

"A long time ago, there was a sister, she was called Xiaoyue, and she had a very cute sister, Xiaomei." Yang Yan said softly.

I curiously leaned back on my head and looked at my father and asked, "Hey, why isn't there a younger brother? So, this can be my brother and me!"

"This is just a story." Yang Lan gently shook his head and smiled. "Do you want to be the sister yourself, and then let your brother add to this story?"

He was a little embarrassed. She covered her little face with both hands, and while she was twisting her little **** and rolling around with the wood, she smiled and said: "All right!"

The girl’s words are inscrutable and certainly cannot be understood literally. It’s okay to say it, but it’s still what you want!

"That's okay!" Yang Lan decided to make an impromptu adaptation. "A long time ago, there was a beautiful and sensible sister. She was called Xiaoyan. Then she had a lively and lovely brother, called Xiaoyan. Let's do this, okay? ?"

The silver bell-like laughter echoed in the yard. After she smiled, she shouted shyly: "Giggle, hey, I am a beautiful and sensible sister..."

The story goes on.

“Because Xiaoyan’s mother is sick and needs to be rehabilitated in a beautiful suburban hospital, Xiao’s father decided to move her family back to the countryside closer to the hospital so that he can work again and care for two children. I can often visit Xiao Yan’s mother.” Yang Lan said softly.

He sat up in a hurry, and the little girl’s eyebrows twitched slightly, and said with a worried look: "Ah? Is the small cockroach sick?"

"It doesn't matter, don't worry, as long as you quietly go to nursed back to health, Xiaoxiao's mother will be better." Yang Lan said softly, "And, Dad said, this is just a story, not really awkward, and There are moms and dads in it, there are only characters in the story."

"Well..." I lie down with my father, half lying in my father's arms, holding my father's hand very dependently, listening quietly.

"They lived in the country in the old house. For a long time, no one had lived. So when I moved back, Xiaoxi took a small donkey and worked hard with her father to clean the house." The questioning eyes were explained with a smile. "Yes, in this story, Xiao Xiao is already a child of three or four years old. Xiao Yan, of course, is bigger than you are now."

"My brother is three or four years old, then I am eight years old!" Hey's mathematics was good, and he quickly came out and said briskly.

"Yes, it’s really amazing. It’s calculated so soon! Because the little sisters and little sisters in the story are growing up and very sensible, they are very diligent to help their father clean.” Yang Lan smiled and praised The little girl, then went on, "When cleaning, Xiao Xiao discovered a magical dust elf."

"Dust Elf?" He looked at Dad with surprise.

It turned out to be a fairy tale! The little girl’s interest is even stronger.

Fortunately, when I was preparing to tell the story, Yang Lan went to the back room and took a pencil and a stack of calendar papers. Although the equipment was not good, under the tricks of Yang Lan’s skill, a black one, generally only The dust elf, who can see two big eyes and grow a lot of bristles, jumps out on the paper.

"Hey, hey, I think it's familiar!" With his big eyes, he looked at it and made a doubtful voice.

Yang Xiao smiled and said: "Is it very similar to when we were at home, Fu Jun's uncle sent us a rambutan?"

This is still a recent event. With a blink of an eye, he said with surprise: "Yes, it's like that thing, and then Rambutan is delicious!"

Still have to tell the story, I am very fond of this dust elf, when she knows that Xiaoyan caught a dust elf, and after the dust elf slipped away, the little elk was covered with black coal on the ankle and ankle. When I was printing, I still felt very funny and giggled for a long time.

Of course, the most touching character is still behind!

Soon, Yang Lan said that Xiao Yan went to school, Dad worked at the desk, and Xiao Yan played in the yard with the story of two little dragons attracting attention.

"My Neighbor Totoro?" He took a look at his father and watched Dad draw the two little chinchillas.

Yang Lan did not stop, while painting, while speaking, Xiao Yan followed two little chinchillas and got into a tree hole intertwined with bushes.

I listened very carefully. At this time, she forgot to recognize whether the plot here is a bit familiar. is not that right? Isn’t this story similar to the story of Alice in Wonderland that Dad had told her before?

But my attention was placed on the two cute little chinchillas.

Soon, in the vivid description of Dad, Otaru slipped into a huge tree hole and found a fluffy, super large Totoro.

"The totoro is as big as a fat car, but it is sleeping, so Xiaoyan climbs up along its soft, fat tail like a squirrel." Saying, while drawing this big chinchillas very carefully, it also used a shadow effect.

Soon, a big, squirrel-like big chinchillas jumped on the paper. I suddenly liked its white belly with two rows of crescent-shaped hair. Although she was a little sleepy and wanted to take a nap, she couldn’t help but whispered cheerfully: "Wow, so cute!" It looks like a fat cat and a beard!"

"So it's called the Totoro! Xiaoxiao also thinks it is very cute, especially when he sleeps, just like when he was lying on his father's belly when he was a child, it was very fun! So, the naughty little cockroach is licking the big chinchillas. On the stomach, licking its belly, and reaching out to touch the nose of the big totoro." Yang Xiao smiled. "The big tarragon is very interesting. When it is touched to the nose, it will feel itchy and it will sneeze. Then Its super big mouth will open!"

In order to describe it more vividly, Yang Lan draws the mouth of the big chinchillas on the hanging calendar, while opening his own mouth and performing it for the audience.

When I saw Dad open his mouth, he couldn’t help but yawn. It was a bit sleepy. However, at this time, the little girl couldn’t help but ask: "That, the big Totoro will not Did the younger brother eat it? Its mouth is so big!"

"No, the big chinchillas are good people, they are good elves. It is the guardian of the forest. Don't look at it a bit big, the claws are terrible, but its heart is very kind, and of course it will like Xiaoyan so much. Cute, lively children!" Yang Xiao smiled.

In the story, Otaru fell asleep on the belly of the Big Chinchilla.

I can't resist the sleepiness of taking a nap. In my father's arms, I was stunned by my father and fell asleep. The story is naturally unfinished.

But I believe that in the process of taking a nap in the shade, the dream must be wonderful!

Because there may be no small squirrels in the tree, but there are thick and lovely big chinchillas!