House Dad’s Literary Life

Have a secret? This little guy has a little secret?

Yang Hao was curious, and he asked, "Well, you told Dad, what secret?"

"Ma Ma just cried!" He also let his father lean over his head, she put it in her father's ear, covered her mouth with a small hand, whispered.

"Mom cried!" Yang Lan understood, and he was talking about the matter just now.

"Yeah, but Ma Ma said that she didn't cry, but her eyes went into the sand." He then came over and whispered, "Ma Ma didn't tell the truth, I know."

"Do you know everything?" Yang Lan asked with some surprise.

The little girl nodded seriously and said: "Ma Ma, she did not enter the sand, I blow my eyes, I did not see sand."

Yang Lan said with a funny smile: "That may be that you have missed it, and the sand may be particularly small."

I stumbled for a while, but she thought for a while, and shook her head again and said, "It’s not! It’s very painful and painful to rub your eyes into the sand, but you can’t open your eyes, but there’s no such thing!”

She had had the experience of seeing her eyes into the sand. However, what Yang Lan did not expect was that the little girl was only four and a half years old, and she could observe this in such a way that both things can be linked.

Of course, Yang Lan is still very proud of his heart. He smiles and licks the little girl's head and says, "We are really smart! It is better than Dad."

He was worried about pulling his father's hand and said, "Hey, isn't the grandfather numb? Is he just crying? The grandfather is not good, grandfather, grandfather, I don't like my grandfather!"

Yang Lan was silent. He said in his ear: "You can't say this to your grandfather. Although your grandfather sometimes has a bad temper, his starting point is good! You think, Dad is sometimes angry. But that is also thinking of being good for you, because Dad loves you, I hope you can be obedient, not naughty, right?"

Unwillingly nodded and nodded, then followed: "But, but I don't like to be angry."

"Well, Dad won't be angry at all, but Dad wants you to understand. My grandfather is a fierce mother, but he also loves his mother. He wants to be good for her. Because her mother is a grandfather, he is a father. In the same way, it is a darling! Just, the way of public use may not be appropriate. As a junior, we must learn to understand and tolerate, right?" Yang said.

I don’t know how to understand.

......

After calming down, Yang Lan took the cooked water to the study room, and there was a set of tea sets in the study.

Murphy is a good person. Mohe Nian is a person who likes to drink tea. Especially for the frozen top Wulong, when Yang Hao uses the water that is boiled for a while, it brews the best frozen food from Lanzhou Kai. The oolong, orange-yellow tea soup floated the sweet-scented osmanthus, and he could not sit still.

"Uncle, I bought this super-frozen oolong with people. I don't know if it is true or not. You are a connoisseur. Do you taste it? If it is a fake, don't buy it with him next time!" Lanzhou Kay took a step to the ink crane year.

"Yes, Dad, do you have a drink?" Murphy had discussed with Yang Lan before. The two had a clear division of labor. She held the purple sand tea cup with both hands and gave her father a pass.

The ink crane year hesitated for a while. He still wants to slap his face and not give Yang Hao a good look. But the frozen top oolong that I haven’t tasted for years, and the scent of the best frozen oolong, still makes him unable to resist the temptation, reach out and take a sip.

"Tea is good!" Mo Henian licked his mouth and carefully recalled the sweetness of the tea soup, then snorted and said, "But this person can't, don't know how to make tea!"

Sure enough, the gun was very good, and the tone was very strong, but Yang Lan was used to it.

"Uncle, please also give pointers." Yang Xiao smiled. "I am also afraid of spoiling this good tea."

In the year of the ink crane, he seemed to open his voice. He sat down on the sofa in front of the tea set and said in a disdainful tone: "First of all, the water you make in tea is not right. You should use the spring water to make tea!"

Yang Lan is actually a person who likes to drink tea. Of course, he understands it. However, he deliberately reveals flaws to pick up the ink crane year and gives him a channel to vent.

"Oh, I am afraid..."

Mo Xiaojuan went back, and a man couldn’t sit still in the living room. The little girl explored the small head and held the open door frame of the study.

"Come here, hey, come and spend time with my grandfather and Dad." Yang Lan quickly waved and called the little girl.

I ran over joyfully, tired of my father's arms.

However, this scene, in the heart of the year of the ink, is a bit uncomfortable for a while.

This granddaughter, Mo He Nian, watching her grow up, is also a favorite. But for three years, it’s not as good as this guy’s call. Although it’s a dad’s father, how long has he been taking care of him?

If it was before, you will run to your grandfather here, tired of eating delicious candy?

Now, this **** appears, not only grabbed his daughter, but also grabbed his granddaughter, thinking of this, Mo Henian is angry in the heart.

Of course, there are granddaughters, watching her innocent big eyes, and the ink crane year is not as heavy as the initial grievances, naturally it is impossible to attack.

"Uncle, you are right, I forgot to use the spring water, I will buy some tomorrow, and then give you a bubble." Yang Lan smiled while continuing to give the ink year tea, "However, today this pot Still have to drink it first, it is a pity to waste it."

"This good tea is a waste in your hands!" On the mouth of the ink crane, he still drank, and Yang Hao gave him the end.

"What you said is also, I don't know how to taste tea, you give me a lot of advice." Yang Lan continued to pour tea for the year of the ink crane.

"Since you want me to say, I am not polite, you can't do this, and there is no step in the brewing pot..."

......

Looking at the appearance, although the attitude of the ink crane year did not improve further, however, as his and Yang Lan’s exchanges on tea became more and more in-depth, the relationship between the two seemed to be less rigid.

In the end it is still too late, not only yawning, but also the ink crane year is a bit too much to eat, the father is 60 years old, after all, his body can not compare with Yang Chonggui.

Yang Lan quickly arranged for the ink crane to rest in the bedroom. This bedroom has already been packed, but I don’t know if it’s suitable for the year.

"This room, who sleeps?" Mo Henian pointed to the second bedroom opposite the sleeping side of the main bedroom, asked.

"This is my sleep." Yang Hao replied quickly, he also opened the door for the father to see, "Uncle, if you like the room here, I will change it for you now, but the house on your side will be better. Like the scorpion, it is facing south, with good feng shui and good air."

He doesn't believe this. The reason why he has been sleeping in the second bedroom is because there is a corridor between the main bedroom and it is not easy to make a noise.

However, the ink crane year saw the two pillows on the bed. He frowned and turned to look at Murphy, who came back to sleep. He said, "You sleep here too?"

Yang Lan and Murphy stunned, and the two looked at each other and then looked at the place where Mo Henian saw it, and suddenly understood their omissions.

In the previous preparations, they had already cleaned up Murphy’s personal belongings back to the master bedroom, but they all ignored it. In Yang’s room, there were still two pillows.

"Cough, uncle, Murphy, she basically sleeps in the master bedroom." Yang said.

"Basically sleep in the master bedroom, that is, occasionally still sleeping here?" Mohe year looked unhappy.

Murphy sighed with some conviction: "I am married to Yang Lan, what is the relationship between sleeping here?"

"Cough, Murphy, don't talk to your dad like this." Before Yang Ernian became angry, Yang Lan quickly said, although it was a blame, but he always looked at Murphy.

Already a little ease, can not stimulate the father again!

In the year of the year, he did not make any fuss. He stayed abroad for a long time, and he did not succumb to this level. He just snorted a little uncomfortably. He glanced at Yang Hao like a warning and turned his head to his bedroom.