House Dad’s Literary Life Chapter 666: The cheerful and smiling little boy (1/4)
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I could n’t go back to my hometown with my grandpa and grandma. Xixi was sad for a long time yesterday. However, after she fell asleep, the girl ’s mood returned to optimism and cheerfulness. With dad and mom beside, what ’s the matter? Unhappy?
"There is always a colorful river meandering in the fairy tale town, with a perky breath of magic, but also twists and turns in love ..." The day before New Year ’s Eve, this morning is not too strong, In Murphy's gentle singing, the prologue kicked off.
Yang Yi went out. He took advantage of the New Year's Eve and some shops hadn't closed the door, so he hurried to purchase some New Year's supplies. Speaking of which, this is also regarded as the first Chinese New Year by him as the head of the family, so Yang Yi may have to spend more exquisitely this year.
Murphy had nothing to do, so she took Yang Yi ’s guitar and sang some songs for Xi Xi and Xiao Lu. Although she did n’t play the guitar often, she was also a musician anyway. This basic skill is still Master, this is not, Murphy easily tuned out the fairy tale song.
Xi Xi was happy on the side, and she was dancing on the sofa, and if she met her familiar part, the little girl would sing along with her mother.
"I heard that Peter Pan is not long ..." Murphy shook his head gently, and his beautiful eyes looked at her daughter with a smile.
Xi Xi flicked forward and rushed to her mother ’s side, her long hair fluttered a little before the temple, the little girl thought it was fun, she giggled twice, and the laughter made her rush to sing At that time, I didn't have time to change my breath.
I only heard Xi Xi sang in a whisper: "Jack, he has a harp and magic ... I heard that there is a candy house in um, Cinderella lost her beloved glass shoes ..."
There are also places to forget words, but what is more naughty is her singing, which perfectly interprets the word cynical.
"No, it's out of tune!" Murphy couldn't help but said with a smile.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah!" I don't know if I was very happy to listen to my mother's singing. Now I am lying in a small shaker next to me, and Xiao Jiao is also dancing, grinning, and happily using the young The vowels express their emotions.
You ca n’t hold the little guy all the time, so a small blue shaker with four feet is placed in the living room. It looks like a small boat suspended in the air and can be gently shaken by a small amount.
Xiao Liao was lying in the shaker, because she was right beside her mother, she could easily look at her mother and hear her and her sister singing.
"Hee hee! Ma Ma, his brother is laughing!" Xi Xi slipped off the sofa enthusiastically, sitting on the carpet, looking at his brother in the shaker.
Although singing is fun, my brother is more fun!
I saw the little girl holding a balloon hammer with a yellow handle and a red cartoon pattern, making gestures in front of her brother.
However, Xiaoluojia will not reach out his hand to grab, he can only watch, the fleshy little arm twisted slightly, grinning at the small mouth without teeth, and happily made a smile sound.
"Brother, do you want to play? But you won't play!" The bad sister giggled and teased Xiaoluo.
Murphy looked on the side and couldn't help but feel happy about the warm interaction between the sister and brother.
However, she still sees Xiaoluo still running nose, not many, but think about how she feels when she has a cold, you can know how uncomfortable Xiaoluo is now.
I have to say that although Xiaoluo has a cold, his mental state is not bad. The little guy seems to have a very optimistic attitude. Before diarrhea, his body was weak, but the little guy was still amused in the arms of his father and mother. Then, with amusement, he opened his big eyes and smiled "Yeah, yeah".
If he learns to speak, will he be more happy to express his emotions with new vocabulary?
Of course, I still have to help Xiao Ling blow his nose. I saw that Murphy first used a small towel to help the little guy wipe the nose out of the nose, and then tear off some medical cotton **** from the coffee table next to it. The shape of the stick gently reached into Xiaoluo's nose, and snotted his nose.
Murphy is doing it very seriously, and Xi Xi is watching with interest.
And the little boy lying in the shaker was unclear, so he looked at his mother with wide eyes and looked at his happy face.
After a while, he was inexplicably happy again, laughing with his hands dancing.
"Don't move, there is this nose." Murphy lightly pressed the little hand raised by Xiaoluo funny, looking at this laughing baby, the mood is really no way to be bad. !
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Yang Yi bought it back at about noon, but was busy preparing lunch. Although Murphy could help wash the rice and cook the rice, Yang Yi would still do the cooking. In order to organize.
In the afternoon, on the desk in the partial hall, Yang Yi prepared pen and ink, and he cut the large gold-inlaid red paper, and laid it on the table in a thick stack.
"Baba, what are you doing?" Xi Xi was very interested. She followed Dad's **** and looked at Dad Zhang Luo.
Buns are also behind Xi Xi ’s ass. This guy is now Xi Xi ’s follower. Of course, his interest in Xiaoluo is also great, but for the time being, the master does not let it play with Xiaoluo.
"You want to write Spring Festival couplets, let's take a look at Baba's writing, okay?" Murphy hugged Xiaoluo, came from the living room, sat on the chair next to him, and said with a smile.
"Okay!" In fact, my mother didn't need to say that the little girl had climbed up on the chair with great interest, stood on the chair, supported the table, and watched curiously as daddy dipped the ink on Yantai's ink.
Yang Yi's face is a little serious. He knows calligraphy and has learned it in his previous life. However, in contrast, his calligraphy can only be said to be worthwhile. Qinqi painting and calligraphy, chess and books are not as good as his qin and painting. And it's been a long time since I have written big characters. Yang Yi thought about it for a long time before sinking his wrists.
"All things are going smoothly, all things are going well ... the rich resources are coming!" Murphy looked at Yang Yi and wrote them one by one.
Yang Yi uses a square and regular European script, which looks neat and stable, and the rugged and rugged cliffs between the strokes! Of course, this regular script is easier to recognize than the running script and the seal script!
After writing a Spring Festival couplet, Yang Yi paused to look at the word he wrote, and shook his head a little bit regretfully. It did n’t take a long time to write a brush word, it seemed a bit rusty!
Murphy looked at it with relish, and was full of pride in her heart. She felt that Yang Yi was really versatile and understood everything, but she could n’t help but call in surprise when Yang Yi shook her head and rubbed the written couplets together. There was a cry.
"Why throw it away? Isn't it well written?" Murphy asked.
Xi Xi is also confused, but she still doesn't understand what her father is doing, so she just looks at it confused.
"Writes are out of standard, and the writing style is stiff. When the pen is closed, the nib is too sticky. Let me write another one!" Yang Yi laughed.
"Okay ..." Murphy said regretfully.
Next, Murphy looked at Yang Yi's writing again and said: "Tenseng years increase the lives of people, spring is full of heaven and earth, and blessing is full, Vientiane is updated ..."
This time, Yang Yi wrote a little to satisfy him, and did not throw it away.
"Do you recognize this word?" Yang Yi was surprised to point to the word "year" in the Spring Festival couplet. This is the traditional Chinese character for the year. Yang Yi wrote this traditional couplet a little sullenly. Compared with "door" and other characters, this year's traditional characters are much more complicated.
"I've lived in Hong Kong anyway, okay?" Murphy smiled gleefully. "And, do you think I'm so stupid? Even if you don't recognize it, you can tell the context!"
Yang Yi forgot this, but he shook his head with a smile and continued writing.
He prepared a lot of red paper for Spring Festival couplets, just to throw away some badly written ones. On the one hand, Xi Xi watched Dad's big letters on the side. She didn't know if Dad's serious attitude could plant a serious seed in the girl's heart.