Watching the two people in front of the two people gone, Wen Fan turned his head, dragged Xu Yangyang's fingers, looked up at his head, and said seriously, "Mom, you will be a little farther away from Han Xia, she can do it.It's amazing, I cried the small steel cannon before! "

Xu Yangyang was a little surprised and looked down at him: "Crying? A little girl cried the boy?"

"Yeah," Wen Fan nodded. "The small steel cannon was the handle of our kindergarten before, but the first day when Han Xia turned around, she cried him with a fist. The children in our kindergarten were terrible.It's so. "

Xu Yangyang recalled the little girl's small board.I always feel that the little fist like the sandbag cried the boy, and it was strange to have a sense of contrast.

She squeezed Wen Fan's fingers and asked softly, "Have she hit you?"

Wen Fan shook her head: "In fact, she only hit those naughty boys, who would hit who she was impolite."

He seemed to have thought about something, with a pump at the corner of his eyes, and lowered his head again: "... but she seemed to treat me as a girl. Last week, she dragged a flower on the flower basket at the door of someone else's store.I want to marry me as a wife, and I said that I have recently picked up cans to make money to support my family ... "

Xu Yangyang was amused to laugh when he heard this, but noticed the serious expression on Wen Fan's face, tried his best to suppress the smile, and patted him on the head: "Did Little Fan agree?"

"No," Wen Fan's lips were pursed into a straight line. "My pollen is allergic and itchy nose. She sneezed at her. She said that I looked down on her, and then ran out to continue the small steel cannon."

Xu Yangyang silently ordered a wax for Xiaogang.

The small steel cannon, a small steel cannon, has to bear so much at a young age.

Wen Fan then added: "Mom, Xiao Steel cannon is the son of the aunt who quarreled with you yesterday afternoon. Because he looks very strong and farts very frying, the classmates all call him a small steel cannon."

"..." Xu Yangyang recalled the rolling figure of the little boy, and his mother's accusation of Wen Fan's violent language, and retracted the sympathy just in a second.

She nodded solemnly: "Actually, I think the little girl named Xia Xia is quite justice."

Wen Fan thought about it, and nodded with her: "It seems too."

Two people chatted all the way all the way to the house, and the journey of one or two minutes was dragged into five or six minutes.

As soon as arrived home, it was not too early, and Xu Yangyang packed up and started cooking.

As soon as entered the kitchen, found that the washed vegetables were already placed on the island, one by one, one by one, and the water droplets flashed on it, and they were dried in the drain basket.

At this time, there was a sound of "Ding Dong" from WeChat.

When she turned on her mobile phone, it was news from Wen Yijing.

[Hello, I have something to do tonight, I can't go home for dinner, you and Wen Fan eat first.Wen Fan please help me give him a glass of milk before going to bed, thank you.]

Xu Yangyang leaned at the island platform, and looked at the text on the screen of the mobile phone interested.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yi Jingfa's news was so polite. There was a lot of words of respect. It was different from his reality.

What surprised her was that the above news was the verification request passed by the other party three months ago.

I posted the word "Xu Yangyang" on my own side, and there was also Lengbing's "I passed your friend verification request", and there was no other communication.

It seems that the two people did not pass the gap after adding their friends. The remarks given by the original owner just wrote his name "Wen Yijing".

Xu Yangyang was a little curious. Why did the original owner look unfamiliar with Wen Yijing, but they got married, and they were still cold after marriage. Is there any external force factors she ignored?

She flipped through the WeChat before, and many news were sent by the public account, and the most was the billing information.There are not many contacts in the address book. Most of the remarks are a certain brand SA or a certain restaurant takeaway.

As for the contact person under the title of family, she really didn't find it.

Based on the above discovery, Xu Yangyang felt that the original owner always gave her a feeling of being ready to leave at any time, which is not like a person who lives everyday.

There are no friends, no family, no work, it seems that she has always been alone.

This feeling of loneliness makes Xu Yangyang, who has been active in the social circle and the circle of friends is as lively as New Year's day, a little strange. She thinks that she should take time to study the life of the original owner, maybe she can find some surprises, and she can putSend it back by yourself.

However, the most urgent task is of course to solve the problem of food and clothing first.

Because of the lack of a big man, Xu Yangyang considered that he could not eat much for a girl and a child, so he simply fried two dishes and one soup at night, and stewed half a cup of rice, and then asked Wen Fan to move the plate to find chopsticks.

After everything was ready, the two started.

After eating, Xu Yangyang played cartoons for Wen Fan for a while, and then led him out for a walk.

After returning, she patted Wen Fan on the back and signaled him to wash up first, while she sat in Wen Fan's small bedroom, flipping through picture books, thinking about what short story to tell him later.

There are a lot of picture books in Wen Fan’s bedroom. According to him, his father never told him stories, but let him read the pinyin by himself. If he couldn’t spell the words, he would read them with a pen, so he could recognize them even after reading them.Less words.

But children, after all, still yearn for the warmth of their parents telling a little story to lull them to sleep before going to bed. Since Wen Yijing didn't do this, Xu Yangyang, with a humanitarian spirit, of course wants to satisfy the children's wishes.

She sat on the floor with her legs bent, flipping through the colorful picture books, and quickly scanned the short stories on them at a glance.

Although each story is very simple and short, Xu Yangyang also saw a lot of fun, and felt that the things printed by the publishing house were really interesting, and she was almost fascinated by it.

It wasn't until the door of the bathroom creaked open that Xu Yangyang came back to his senses, tidied up the picture books scattered by his legs just now, and put them back neatly on the bookshelf.

When Wen Fan consciously lay down on the small bed, Xu Yangyang also hugged the carefully selected picture book just now, sat sideways on the edge of the bed, dimmed Wen Fan's bedside lamp a little, opened the picture book, and began to slowlyTell him this brave and wonderful story.

At the beginning of the story, the little hunter was ridiculed by his father and brothers because he dared not pick up the hunting gun.

Although he is timid and timid, he likes to make friends with small animals, and he can hear many interesting stories from them every time.

Later, a strange man came from the mountain, and he took the little hunter away. The little animals scrambled to save the little hunter, but they were always hurt by the strange man.

Until the experienced Mr. Mole brought the hunting gun and secretly handed it to the little hunter.

With the encouragement of his friends, the little hunter finally mustered up the courage to pull the trigger, wounding the strange man and regaining his freedom.

Afterwards, the little animals guided the little hunter home, and they embarked on a thrilling return journey.

When Xu Yangyang mentioned that the little hunter was holding a shotgun, he stretched out his thumb and forefinger in response to the occasion, with the fingertips facing outwards, making a gesture of shooting a gun.

Wen Fan was amused by her sudden gestures and exaggerated expressions, and couldn't help covering his face with his hands, laughing haha.

Seeing him wrapped in a quilt, Xu Yangyang wriggled on the bed laughing like a caterpillar, and couldn't help but want to laugh, but he tried his best to suppress the smile and continued to perform gestures and tell stories in a serious manner.

At this time, suddenly, the door of Wen Fan's room opened slowly.

Xu Yangyang, who was reading to the climax, and Wen Fan, who was immersed in the story, raised their heads at the same time and looked towards the door when they heard the voice.

Outside the door was Wen Yijing holding a glass of warm milk.

He didn't seem to have expected such a scene inside, standing in place with a cup in his hand.

Xu Yangyang still maintained the gesture of shooting the gun, and pointed his index finger outwards, pointing directly at Wen Yijing.This gesture made her feel a little secondary, so she felt embarrassed.

The gesture was still a little awkward, Xu Yangyang was about to withdraw his arm embarrassingly, but Wen Yijing at the door suddenly moved, covering his chest, then fell slightly to the side with a blank expression, and finally disappeared into the wallbehind.

Xu Yangyang was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that he was pretending to be shot in line with his story just now.

However, that expressionless and indifferent face coupled with the series of exaggerated movements just now, is unexpectedly a little cute.

Wen Yijing voluntarily left the stage knowing the current affairs, Xu Yangyang adjusted his state and continued to tell stories to Little Fan.

After a few minutes later, the story was finished, and Wen Yijing, the "shot" just now, slowly appeared from behind the door. He walked to the bed and handed the milk to Wen Fan.

Only then did Xu Yangyang remember that Wen Yijing specifically reminded her to warm Wen Fan a cup of milk in WeChat in the afternoon, but she accidentally forgot.

She scratched her head in embarrassment, then took Wen Fan's milk cup voluntarily, stretched out her hand and lifted the small dinosaur-print quilt on his body until it tightly covered his entire body, and then gentlyPatted: "It's getting late, go to sleep, Little Fan."

Wen Fan closed his eyes obediently, and Wen Yijing and Xu Yangyang also retreated together.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of the bedroom door gently closed, and Wen Fan secretly opened his eyes, gently paid his hands on his feet, stepped on the floor barefoot to the door, and his ears were stuck outside the door.

Hearing the vague voice of two people talking, then washing the sound of washing.

Ten minutes later the master bedroom door next door closed, he exhaled deeply.

He pulled out a tissue to wipe his palm of his slightly sweaty palm just now, and wiped his feet, and then climbed back to the bed.

After lying for a few seconds, Wen Fan looked like something, stretched out his small arm and groped in the dark, found the night light on the bedside table, and inserted it on the socket.Light.

Looking at the familiar night light, Wen Fan finally closed his eyes quietly, but the corner of his mouth raised slightly.

Tonight, you will definitely have a good dream.