"Jingle Bell"

At 7 o'clock in the morning, the alarm bell rang for a full minute before being turned off by the owner.

Xu Yangyang struggled to get up from the bed, pulled his eyelids, his head crooked, and saw the figure on the side of the ground disappeared, and rubbed his eyes again, and then gradually woke up.

She pulled his slippers and walked to the door.

This time the door was very careful, and slowly pushed away. After the determination of the door was determined, it moved out slowly.

However, the living room is empty.

She turned around in the room, and she didn't see the two figures. Thinking about what they should go out, so she lifted her sleeves and started to make breakfast first.

There is not much inventory at home, because the drinks that have been stored in the refrigerator before they occupy too much, and vegetables and fruits are fresh and delicious, so it is not easy to buy too much when going to the supermarket.Fortunately, the supermarket and the vegetable market are relatively close to here, and it is convenient to replenish.

Xu Yangyang chose the ingredients that could be used for breakfast, fried a toast first, smashed the avocado to mud, put the puree on the toast, and fry the shrimp.Then cover a layer of toast.

In addition to her leisure, she was also hot for three glasses of milk.The temperature of the milk from the refrigerator was a little frozen.

Just put the breakfast on the table, and the father and son came back from the outside.

Both Wen Yijing and Wen Fan are wearing sportswear, Wen Yijing's expression looks normal, but Wen Fan's little face is flushed, panting constantly, little Liuhai/bangs also seems to be wet,It hangs down on the forehead, but the eyes are piercing, looking very energetic.

They should get up early and go out in the morning.

Wen Fan came over and shouted "Mom", Xu Yangyang responded, touched his neck, and found that he sweated a lot, patted him back, and motioned for him to take a bath first.

Wen Fan ran in very obediently, and Wen Yijing followed the washing room.

A few minutes later, the father and son with a refreshing breath came out again.

Wen Fan immediately went straight to the dining table, climbed up the dining chair with a tiptoe, and glanced at the breakfast on the table, and his eyes were happy with the little stars: "Wow, this is your breakfast you made?Beautiful! "

Xu Yangyang nodded, and pushed his stool closer to make it easier for him to reach the dining table: "Yes, Little Fan, eat quickly and see if they are delicious."

Wen Fanxing picked up the sandwich on the plate, bit a big bite, and then gave a thumbs up with his face: "It's delicious! It's particularly delicious!"

He quietly tilted his body and approached Xu Yangyang again, and said softly: "It's much better than the oatmeal soaked in my father! Mom is awesome!"

"Alas," Xu Yangyang snorted at the hair on his head, "Little Fan is really good at complimenting people, it makes me so happy."

Wen Fan laughed, a little embarrassed, and continued to bury his head for breakfast.

Xu Yangyang drank milk and headed on one side. He just saw Wen Yijing, who rubbed his hair with one hand, walked out of the bathroom, straight towards the refrigerator, and took out a bottle of ice water.

He was about to twist, and he heard a voice coming from the side: "That ..."

Wen Yijing looked back, there was still a cotton towel on his head, and the fine Liuhai/bangs were scattered on his forehead, which seemed to be dripping down, making his whole body extraordinarily cool.

Xu Yangyang was bewildered by the beauty of the other party at that moment. If you are about to say it, he is stuck on his mouth and slowly, and then continue to say: "Drink ice water after exercise, it is easy to stomach cramps."

Wen Yijing raised his eyebrows, nothing to say, and there were no other actions.

Xu Yangyang realized that she seemed to be a little inappropriate, but the front tone had been raised, and she had to bite the scalp and shook the cup in her hand: "Don't drink a little milk, nourish the stomach, and there is still the stomach, and there is still a stomach, and there is still a stomach, and there is still a stomach, and there is still a stomach, and there is a stomach, and there is a stomach, and there is still a stomach, and there is a stomach, and there is a stomach.Helps beauty and beauty. "

Uh, although Wen Yijing's beauty no longer needs to be beautiful ...

Xu Yangyang said that the more embarrassing, he couldn't stand it. He simply closed his mouth and looked at the supplementary place. Then he put down the milk in his hand and sat upright.

Fortunately, Wen Yijing still gave his face very well. After a few seconds, he put the ice water back into the refrigerator, went back to the table, and started dining.

After dinner, the three people started to do their own things.

Wen Fan took out his manual work, lay down on the coffee table in the living room and began to paint and draw, Wen Yijing went into the study room, and didn't come out a few times in the morning except to fetch water, Xu Yangyang sat cross-legged on the sofa,Watching Wen Fan painting, while counting his savings, he began to prepare to find a house.

This area is an old town, with convenient transportation, complete facilities, generally high prices, and small housing area and not cost -effective.

Xu Yangyang is going to find a house that can cost a little more cost -effective, and security must be better, and hydropower is also the best. After all, cooking is always cheaper than eating outside.

In this way, she can also come to see Wen Fan and play with him, at least let him have a childhood that is more happier than the original book.

As for the winter solstice every year, I can also find some excuse to sneak back to live for a day, so as to minimize the possibility of Wen Yijing burping.

Xu Yangyang was planning a beautiful life in the future. On one side, he saw Wen Fan's pencil head, and his eyebrows were tightly froze, as if he was struggling with something.

She made her head curiously.

"Has Little Fan run into any problems?"

Wen Fan twisted his head and was frightened: "Mom ... I can't think of what to do, it's hard ..."

His original white and tender little face wrinkled at this time, with a pair of eight -character eyebrows that were slightly drooping because of tangles.

Xu Yangyang suppressed his impulse to come forward and Rua, Rua, his face, and also sat next to him with his legs, and looked at the cardboard he had placed in front of him.A few wave lines were drawn on it, and the rest were blank.

Alas, as if Wen Fan came out in the morning holding this paper, there were these wave lines on it.

"Come on," Xu Yangyang patted Wen Fan's shoulder, "What are you going to do, let me do it with you, you can provide you with suggestions."

Wen Fan's small eyebrows were slightly elastic, but there was still a little uncertainty in his tone: "Do moms still draw?"

He wrapped his little finger around the corner of his clothes and made a small circle: "I'm so bad at drawing... I don't get little red flowers every time I take a painting class, Little Fan is so stupid..."

"No," Xu Yangyang immediately denied, holding his limp little head, "Everyone has their own specialties, but maybe Little Fan isn't very good at drawing. Besides, baby, you are still so young,Maybe he will still be a hidden big boss in the future!"

She expression was serious, not like false, and Wen Fan knew that her mother was just comforting herself, but the depression in her heart really had less.

He smiled in response to the occasion, scratched his forehead with his little finger, looked at Xu Yangyang for a while with sparkling eyes, and then reached out and pulled out a piece of A4 paper from under the jammed paper, on which the requirements for this assignment were written.

However, Wen Fan couldn't understand the words, and he could only hand the paper to Xu Yangyang.

"The teacher asked us to do a promotional painting to protect the theme of the ocean. Dad asked me to do it by myself, and I wouldn't find him again."

"But," Wen Fan tilted his little head and said closer, "Actually, Dad will not draw a painting, he will only print similar paintings, and then draw it on it, and it is obvious.Dad's level can be drawn, so every teacher is unwilling to give me a little red flower. "

Xu Yangyang made up in the brain to make up for the scene where Wen Yijing was lying in front of the coffee table and painted the painting. This contrast made her feel more and more funny, but in the face of Wen Fan's solemnity.With a serious expression, she was embarrassed to laugh, so she had to cover up the corners of her mouth with her back.

When the smile was calmed down, Xu Yangyang picked up A4 paper to see, and probably knew the situation.

Next week is the theme of the sea protection operation of the kindergarten. Children need to make propaganda paintings with their parents, and then communicate with each other during class.safflower.

In the eyes of Wen Fan's expectation, Xu Yangyang, who claimed that his painter was good, naturally took on the heavy responsibility of painting with children.

In fact, this simple publicity painting Xu Yangyang himself can quickly get it. Many of the blackboard newspapers and propaganda paintings in the kindergarten before were from her own. She was already familiar with the style that the teachers liked.

However, Xu Yangyang did not forget that he was still taking Wen Fan's child. How to say it was also the child's homework. He couldn't help it blindly, so he lay on the small coffee table with Wen Fan. The two discussed the painting.

Wen Fan has small hands and short hands, lacking in strength, and the lines drawn by the pencil are shaking to and fro.

The graphics designed by Xu Yangyang together with him, once drawn in his hands, become grotesque, and even faintly post-modernist.

Seeing that the painting style is getting more and more deviated, Xu Yangyang feels that if this continues, it will be really difficult to get the little red flower.

She thought for a while and came up with a good idea.

Xu Yangyang found scissors, and cut out the zigzag pattern that Wen Fan had just drawn on the colored cardboard.

She didn't make unnecessary modifications, and tried to keep the pattern as it was no matter how weird it was.

Wen Fan looked at the cut-out cards and thought it was fun, so he became interested and continued to draw seriously.

The two formed a tacit understanding, Wen Fan immersed himself in painting, and Xu Yangyang was serious about paper-cutting.In the end, there were more than a dozen small cards spread out on the coffee table.

Wen Fan's little hand hurt a little from holding the pencil too hard, he shook his arm, put down the pen, and began to tilt his head to see Xu Yangyang's next movements.

Xu Yangyang sorted out the cards representing all kinds of marine life, placed them one by one, found out pure white cardboard and solid glue, applied glue on the back of each card, and handed the cards toWen Fan, let him paste them on the white cardboard according to his own ideas.

Wen Fan stood up from the small bench, lay half of his body on the coffee table, and seriously thought about where to stick the cards. After thinking for several minutes, he finally stuck the first card.

After having the beginning, the next step was much easier. Wen Fan pasted more than a dozen cards on the white paper one after another.

Various brightly colored uneven lines pasted on the white paper lack the rough texture, but instead add a bit of beauty of contrasting colors.

Xu Yangyang found another marker pen, and retrace the expressions on the faces of various creatures according to the traces drawn by Wen Fan before, making the lines more smooth and clean while retaining the innocence and cuteness.

When you're done, Xu Yangyang holds up the cardboard and shows a colorful but extremely interesting hand-made clip art.

Looking at the finished product, Wen Fan didn't expect that his ghost painting talisman could turn into such a beautiful painting. He quickly and happily took the cardboard from Xu Yangyang's hand, straightened his small arms, and unfolded the drawing paper in front of his chest, grinning happily.Mouth, the tone is a rare confidence.

"Mom, I think our family will definitely get the little red flower this time!"