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Song Yao cried so hard that even his parents couldn't coax him. Later, his ten-year-old stepbrother who came back from outside showed him a little rabbit, and he barely stopped crying.

The child sobbed and leaned over to look at the little rabbit for a long time. Finally he remembered what had happened to him and immediately complained to his stepbrother:

"Brother Daqiang, mommy lifted me up."

Next to her, Song Ma turned away with a guilty conscience: "Ahem, I'm going to cook."

Dad Song immediately said to her happily: "I brought fish. Let's eat fish today? Let's add more spicy food."

Song's mother looked at him quietly: "Yao'er was hiding behind the door, why didn't you stop him?"

The smile on Father Song's face froze: "This..."

After all, they grew up together. As soon as Song Ma saw the guilty look on his face, she knew what was going on. She laughed:

"You come in, kill fish, wash vegetables, and chop wood."

Song Yao didn't pay attention to his parents. He was still trying to describe what just happened.

Afraid that his brother would not understand what he said, the child raised his hands with gestures and words to show that he was lifted so high.

"It's so high, I thought I was going to fall when it hit me."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but pout: "Mom also hit me on the head with a sweet stick."

Zhao Qiang, who was two years older than him, patted his younger brother on the head:

"It's okay. Mom often lifts my dad up like this. She's just teasing you."

Song Yao was stunned.

"Has little dad been lifted up before?"

Because he looked surprised, Zhao Qiang recalled it carefully before answering him: "Yes, mom has raised it to dad many times."

He analyzed seriously: "Mom said this can help you practice strength."

Song Yao's mouth opened into an "o" shape.

His attention was completely diverted: "Can I really practice strength?"

Zhao Qiang didn't know either, but that didn't stop him from nodding:

"That's what my mother said. She said that's how she got her strength."

Song Yao immediately became energetic.

What he envied most about his mother was that she was very good at fighting.

He still remembers that when he was four years old, some gangsters came to their house to steal chickens. His mother happened to be eating there, and they knocked down three or four of them.

Song Yao still remembers that he was held by his father and stood at the door, watching, and his father taught him how to cheer.

He looked at his elder brother expectantly:

"Brother Daqiang, if I also practice lifting things, do you think I can be as good as my mother?"

Zhao Qiang: "..."

He looked at his younger brother with tender skin and fair flesh in front of him, and he didn't know how to answer at all.

After holding it in for a long time, I managed to choke out a euphemistic sentence:

"How could you have such an outrageous idea?"

Song Yao lowered his head and looked at his fleshy little hands: "..."

The child did not cry this time, but expressed firmly:

"Although I can't be as powerful as my mother, I am actually very strong in fighting."

Zhao Qiang looked at his little brother again, doubting the accuracy of this sentence.

He patted his chest and said, "You don't need to know how to fight, Yao'er. If someone bullies you, just tell me and I will take my two strong men to avenge you!"

Song Yao's eyes turned into crescent moons when she smiled, and she nodded happily:

"Yes! I know. I have told people that my brothers are very good at fighting."

The two brothers talked affectionately together for a long time. After realizing that there was still some time before dinner, they ran out to play.

When Zhao Zhuang came back, he was also surprised to see Song Yao playing at the door, and Pidianpidian joined in.

In fact, they haven't seen each other for a while. If you count it carefully, it's only been two months, but as children, they can still play together.

While they were playing, Song Yao's stepfather Zhao Zhigang came back. He was carrying a small tree on his left and right shoulders, and he walked a little slower.

Seeing three children playing happily at the door, a smile appeared on his face:

"We're going to eat in a minute, so just play here and don't go too far."

When Song Yao saw him, she ran over excitedly: "Little daddy!! Do you miss me?"

Zhao Zhigang: "Think about it, do you miss your little daddy?"

Song Yao nodded immediately: "I really want to!"

His father thought he was getting too heavy and was unwilling to let him sit on his neck.

But my little dad is different.

Even if they are as heavy as Brother Daqiang and Brother Erzhuang, my little dad can still let them sit on them.

Zhao Zhigang said a few more words to his stepson before entering the yard and taking down the tree from his shoulders.

In the room, Father Song, who had just been scolded by his ex-wife (who scolded him for deliberately teasing his son), was washing the dishes with his head and brains wilted.

He deliberately turned his back to his ex-wife, fearing that she would catch him and scold him incessantly.

While washing, he saw Zhao Zhigang coming in. Father Song, who had not been very energetic just now, immediately cheered up, put down the dishes and went to greet him.

"Zhigang, why did you bring two trees back? Come, let me help you get them down."

He stretched out his hand to lift the tree down. As soon as the weight came to his hands, he almost fell to his knees:

"This tree looks small, but it's quite heavy."

Zhao Zhigang laughed and slowly unloaded the tree himself.

After placing it on the ground, he moved his wrists and neck:

"This is a plum tree. I saw it when I went to Xiaoxun Mountain yesterday, so I dug it out."

"Don't you like to eat plums? You take one with you when you go back... By the way, if you can't carry it, I'll go with you when you go back. The plums produced by this kind of plum tree are particularly delicious."

Song's father was very happy and was not polite to him: "Okay, then you go back with us today."

Song Ma, who was cooking, interrupted with a smile: "How about I go too?"

Dad Song: "..."

This posture made it clear that he was going to complain to Grandma Song.

He was a coward, but he didn't dare to express any opinions to Song's father. He could only look at Zhao Zhigang with his little eyes.

Zhao Zhigang was helpless, but he could only stand up and help them make peace:

"Okay, okay, you're not afraid of your children seeing it, Taohua, didn't you say you wanted to go into the mountains tomorrow?"

Song's mother originally just wanted to choke Song's father, so she snorted but didn't say anything.

Father Song breathed a sigh of relief and quietly gave Zhao Zhigang a "you are awesome" look.

"Come on, let's go. We haven't seen each other for several days. Please continue to tell me what you know about the surrounding counties. You were too busy last time and didn't say much."

"I have been going to the county every day to sell honey these days. I feel like I have almost visited all the places where I can sell honey. It seems that I have to go to other counties."

Zhao Zhigang frowned, a little worried: "If you want to go outside, you must not be alone. If you are not familiar with the place, you will be stared at."

Father Song is also worried about this, but he really wants to make a career.

"How can making money be without risks? Let me tell you, I have traveled almost all over the county this week, and I found that things have really changed a lot..."

The two of them went out without saying a word.

Song's mother didn't think anything was wrong at first, but she remembered when she was about to cook:

"Song Youcai!! You haven't finished washing the dishes yet!"

"Zhao Zhigang! You too! Come back and wash the vegetables!"

The two people who just wandered outside: "..."

They had to go back in despair, and sat down to wash vegetables while discussing plans to sell honey.

The children are much happier.

They don't have to work, they just have to play happily.

The three of them played three or four games in just half an hour. When Song Yao got tired, he sat on the ground and took a breath.

Then he thought of something, his eyes lit up, he stood up suddenly, and whispered mysteriously to his two brothers:

"I'm doing something big recently!"

As expected, Zhao Qiang and Zhao Zhuang were intrigued. They leaned over and asked in the same low voice: "What? What's the big deal?"

Song Yao looked left and right.

His delicate and pretty little face was forced to look like a sinister look.

"I have already started to complete the first step of building a spaceship. Didn't I say last time that as soon as I started building it, I would be the first to let you know!"

"I'm very trustworthy!"

Zhao Qiang and Zhao Zhuang became excited instantly.

"Is it the spaceship you mentioned before?"

Zhao Qiang: "That's the one, it's so big, it can fly between the stars, and it can also fly out of our Aquamarine Star's spaceship!"

Zhao Zhuang: "I remember, I remember, that spaceship can go from our house to yours at once, and there are a lot of delicious food in it. You can have everything you want."

Song Yao stood proudly under the yearning gaze of his two brothers: "Yes, that's it!"

Twin brothers: Wow! !

Compared with the adults who regarded Song Yao's words as children's whims and simply and rudely believed that it was an ordinary ship, Zhao Qiang and Zhao Zhuang, who were also children, believed in this matter.

In particular, Song Yao's description is very realistic.

What kind of spaceship can fight in the starry sky? There are many, many weapons on it, and there is a large restaurant with everything (Song Yao specially added: "You can have all the meat you want."), and the spaceship can even park on it. On the stars.

It would be great if Yao'er could build such a ship!

The brothers never doubted that Song Yao could not be made.

Yao'er was born to his mother. He is so smart. Even if he can't do it now, he will definitely be able to do it when his mother is that age.

Zhao Zhuang couldn't wait to ask: "Yao'er, which part of the spacecraft did you make?"

Song Yao showed a confident smile: "I drew the design of the spaceship."

After speaking, he asked: "Brother Daqiang, Brother Erzhuang, do you know what a design drawing is?"

Zhao Zhuang was a little confused.

Zhao Qiang does know a little bit: "It seems that before building a house, you have to draw a design drawing, and then the house will follow the design drawing. I heard what my mother said last time."

Song Yao immediately nodded proudly: "Yes, that's what it means. There must be a design before doing anything."

"I couldn't draw before, even if I knew how to design it, I couldn't draw it. But now we have a teacher in our village. She taught me how to draw, and I can draw very well now."

Zhao Qiang and Zhao Zhuang, who could not draw, were immediately filled with envy.

Song’s mother can’t draw, so there are no drawing classes in Liuye Village, but that doesn’t stop them from thinking that Song Yao is great:

"It's amazing, you can draw now."

Song Yao: "The more powerful thing is yet to come! Teacher He said that I am very talented and that I draw very well. In the painting class, my painting even got a hundred points."

Zhao Qiang Zhao Zhuang: "Wow! One hundred points!!"

"Our youngest son is so awesome! He deserves to be my younger brother!"

Song Yao was so happy to be praised. He felt that he was right in not forgetting to take time to practice his painting skills amidst the heavy study tasks.

"After Teacher He praised me, I knew that my drawing skills were already very good, so I designed the spaceship I would make in the future and drew what it looked like."

He was a little proud and a little reserved: "Do you want to see it?"

Of course Zhao Qiang and Zhao Zhuang wanted to see it. The two of them looked forward to it and urged Song Yao to show it to them.

Song Yao happily walked into the yard:

"I put it in my backpack at home. I will take it out for you to see right away."

He ran to his backpack and rummaged through it to find his little notebook, and he couldn't hide his excitement and brought it to his brothers.

Then he opened the small book and pointed to the paintings on it to introduce to them:

"These are stars, and this is a spaceship. See its shape. Don't look at how it looks flat. In fact, this is because it can prevent star explosions.

If you look at it from a close distance, it is very big, even bigger than Xiaoxunshan. "

Zhao Qiang and Zhao Gang, who actually didn’t understand much, asked, “Then why does it look so small?”

Song Yao explained seriously: "Because it is big near and small far."

"If you stand on the top of the mountain and look at the stars, they are actually very big. Some are bigger than Aquamarine Star."

The more the child talked, the more he felt that his logic was correct, so he spoke more smoothly:

"Think about how far we are from the sky. We can still see stars from this far away, so how big they must be."

Zhao Qiang and Zhao Zhuang felt that what he said made sense, although they seemed to understand, but they didn't seem to understand.

Song Yao continued: "So my spaceship is the same. It looks small just because it is far away. If you look closer, you will find that it is super big!"

Seeing his two brothers nodding their heads as if in agreement, Song Yao, who was drawing a design for the first time, asked excitedly:

"Do you think I'm good at designing pictures?"

Both brothers felt that they saw nothing.

But just now Yao'er talked a lot about stars and sea blue stars, and they felt a little guilty because of their poor grades.

He is the elder brother, how can he not understand what his younger brother is saying.

So they both nodded in agreement.

Zhao Qiang: "This is the best design I have ever seen."

Although he has never seen the design drawings at all.

Zhao Zhuang, who had seen the design drawings from Song Ma, thought about it:

"This is the best spaceship design I've ever seen."

Song Yao was pleased with the affirmation:

"Brother Daqiang, Brother Erzhuang, wait until I build a spaceship in the future, and I will definitely take you to play on the stars."

Zhao Qiang and Zhao Zhuang understood this time and immediately nodded happily.

Zhao Zhuang said: "You're so smart, Yao'er. You can definitely make a spaceship. When the time comes, I'm going to play on Vega. I want to see how beautiful Vega is."

Zhao Qiang said: "Then I want to go to Altair."

Song Yao was curious: "The Cowherd is not pretty, why are you going to see him?"

Zhao Qiang snorted: "I'm not looking at him, I'm going to scold him, hum! He stole girls' clothes, shameless!"

"Weaver Girl must have a good temper. If my mother's clothes were stolen, my mother would throw him and hang him on a tree!"

Song Yao looked at his brother in shock:

"No, Brother Daqiang! You are younger than him and you can't beat him. What if he gets angry and beats you?"

Zhao Zhuang immediately expressed his support:

"It's okay. I'll go with him. If we join forces, he will definitely not be able to defeat us."

Song Yao still felt that it was not possible, and the child, who was much more stable than his peers, quickly came up with a solution:

"Then you are two children too. Otherwise, if you call your parents, then they won't dare to hit you."

Zhao Qiang thought it was good: "My dad doesn't like fighting. Otherwise, if the Cowherd wants to beat us, we will immediately run to the spaceship and fly away."

Zhao Zhuang: "Then why don't we just scold him on the spaceship? If we don't go down, he can't reach us."

Song Yao felt that talking on the spacecraft was more important. "When the time comes, I can make a messenger, throw it down, and we talk on it. This way there will be no danger, and we can also achieve the purpose of swearing. The three children are very satisfied." , everyone is happy.

As the aroma of the food spread, the three of them sniffed their noses, looked at each other, turned around and ran into the yard in a tacit understanding.

"Are you going to eat?"

"It smells so good. Mom, what delicious food did you make? Wow! Fish!"

"Mom, mom, give me a taste! It looks delicious!"

Song Yao was satisfied with the piece of fresh fish meat he got from his mother. He cherished his little notebook and planned to put it in his backpack.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw his father chopping firewood with his little dad.

The child's eyes lit up, remembering his previous promise.

We agreed to show it to my brothers after they finished reading it.

He looked down at his painting, held it happily and trotted over.

Father Song was working exhaustingly and said to Zhao Zhigang:

"According to my experience, as long as we finish chopping this pair of firewood, Xiang Taohua won't be angry."

Zhao Zhigang looked at the ground where there was only one piece of wood left, and nodded: "My experience is the same."

About to be liberated, the two looked at each other, their eyes filled with relaxation.

"Dad, little daddy, look at the paintings I drew."

It was at this time that Song Yao came to live with his two fathers.

He happily lifted up the small book and handed it to Song's father who had agreed with him: "Look, is the painting good?"

Father Song took it and took a look:

"Hey, Yao'er's painting is pretty good."

Song Yao, who had been waiting for praise for a long time, immediately smiled brightly: "My brothers also said that I am good at painting!"

Dad Song: "But why are you drawing a needle?"

The smile on Song Yao's face froze. He pointed at the spaceship he drew and said in disbelief: "Dad, are you talking about this?"

Zhao Zhigang came close to Father Song: "The needle is straight, um, not bad."

Song Yao: "..."

"But why are there so many pockmarks behind the needle?"

Song Yao: Those are stars...

The two fathers studied it carefully: "This pockmarked painting is pretty good."

"Yes, it's just like the pockmark on the face of our second uncle from the east of the village."

"No, the number of pockmarks drawn is a little more than Uncle Dong's."

They began to praise: "Yao'er's painting is so good. Uncle Dong will praise it when he sees it."

"Our youngest son is quite talented in painting. He might become a painter in the future."

Song Yao: "..."

Tears began to well up in his eyes.

After the two fathers had a serious discussion, they looked up and saw the crying child.

Zhao Zhigang: "Hey, why are you crying, Yao'er?"

Didn’t he praise that Mazi’s painting?

Father Song was also confused, but that didn't stop him from immediately becoming vigilant:

"Shh, hush, cry quietly, don't let your mother hear you."

In order to comfort the child, he racked his brains and reflected on himself:

"Isn't that a needle? Is it a scar? Oh! I understand! What we drew is the face of Grandpa Dong Er, right!!"

"Wow! The painting looks really similar! Can we take it to Grandpa Dong Er to see it later?"

After he finished his praise, he did not forget to give Zhao Zhigang a wink.

Zhao Zhigang understood and immediately praised:

"Yes, yes, that's Uncle Dong's face. It's exactly the same. Yao'er, your painting is great!"

Song Yao, who was heartbroken again, slapped her nose a few times, but still couldn't hold it back:

"...Wow!!!! Mom!!!"

Song's mother, who was busy, knew who to settle the score with without even raising her head: "Zhao Zhigang and Song Youcai!!!"

The two people named: "..."

"Here, bring some more wood."

"I've already brought you. Here."

"How long do you think she was angry this time?"

"It's probably time for dinner."

"Go on, but why are you crying?"

"I do not know."

"I don't know, maybe it was actually a straw?"

"Then I'll coax him, maybe he won't cry."

After a while, Song's father, who went to coax Song Yao and said, "That's a straw, Dad just saw it wrong" came back.

Zhao Zhigang: "How is it?"

Dad Song: "...I cried even harder."

Zhao Zhigang: "..."

The two of them were puzzled, so what exactly was Yao'er drawing?

In the kitchen, Song Yao cried:

"Both my father and my little dad can't recognize my spaceship. It's obvious that Teacher He, suck... Teacher He said that I am very good at drawing, so he gave me 100%."

Physical education class will also give all students 100% Song Ma: "..."

Song Yao was still crying. While crying, he raised his notebook:

"This is the first time I have made a design drawing, and my brothers obviously said it was very good. They also said that when my spaceship is finished, we can all go to the stars together.

Mom, look...suck, look, don't you think this looks like a spaceship? "

Song Ma: ...What is a spaceship?

She put on a serious face, picked up the painting and looked at it carefully, and then paused.

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Song’s mother: “…”

She paused for a few seconds, then said, "You're right, you heard me right."

"Yao'er, don't listen to your dad and little dad, they don't have good judgment."

"Mom thinks it looks like a spaceship."