Wei Yaojing relied on the help of his family members to obtain his doctorate. Otherwise, he would have suffered a nervous breakdown just taking care of the sick little Gungun.

When the China Renmin University held a degree awarding ceremony before the Spring Festival of 1954, he took all his family members there.

The sworn brothers sit in rows, and the children sit among their uncles.

Because in some years there is not even one "god-like" doctor of political economics for several consecutive years. Therefore, in years with good harvests, political and economics doctors have always enjoyed star treatment at ceremonies.

Students who take the stage on this occasion usually have three presentation contents:

①Thank you so-and-so... ②How awesome is my paper... ③Talent show.

Any combination of the three items.

The ceremony was a get-together with the atmosphere of a top student.

Wei Yaojing made a solo appearance, thanked the brothers for their efforts, and introduced her four children. She especially thanked classmate Wei Moduan for taking care of his family.

Xiaoxie imitated the behavior of adults, stood up from his seat, and bowed to the grandparents, uncles and aunts around him.

Shenren is a small liberal arts university with very strict admission standards. Counting all teachers, students, relatives and friends, there were only a few hundred people at the ceremony, which was far less lively than the degree ceremonies at branches in various university towns.

But this was the highlight moment of Wei Hanyang's life.

In the past, it only mattered how much money I earned and how big of a project I did.

This time, after Xiao Xie stood up, he immediately gained the envy of everyone present.

This girl has no stage fright, is generous, polite and considerate. Not to mention good-looking.

It's obvious that he looks exactly like him!

In comparison, thesis and degree are not important.

He waved to the girl, summoned her to the front of the stage unceremoniously, and pulled her from the bottom of the stage to the top.

He held the little hand of his good daughter and stood in the halo. Following the clips of the whale island scene played on the light screen, he briefly introduced the "primitive social and political practice of the Whale Institute and the orcas."

The title of the paper, the names of the collective tutor group and the degree recipients are displayed on one side of the light screen. Because the tutor group has too many people, the square characters are arranged densely; on the contrary, his own name at the bottom is particularly eye-catching.

The social research done in his thesis was based on the work of the institute. The institute built a complete whale brain simulator and a complete language translation system. With the guarantee of technical means, cross-species

Social research, detailed information and solid work.

This research work itself is a pioneering social survey. He is qualified to pick up holes and get a degree. Later, he gave dynamic mathematical models, social development predictions and other private goods, such as institutional planning.

The more big names in the tutor group who support him, the more powerful the paper will be.

But he didn't care what the instructors liked about him anyway.

At this glorious moment, he just wanted to hold his daughter's little hand, say a few words that she didn't understand, and take the opportunity to gain a wave of admiration from the children.

Wei Hanyang's pursuit is so futile.

Those who are more promising in the eyes of the world...he has already achieved it, okay?

After showing ① + ②, Wei Hanyang half-crouched and half-knelt, and asked Xiaoxie expectantly: "Is dad particularly worthy of praise?"

Classmate Xiaoxie blinked, and the light in his eyes turned into an affirmation: "My mother is also great."

"..." Still on the stage, father and mother Wei Hanyang were a little dumbfounded.

"That's right."

Wei Hanyang picked up his daughter, waved goodbye to the audience, and simply walked backstage.

No matter how smart and sensible my daughter is, she is just a child. The expectations are too high and it is unfair to children.

"You have so many daughters. The eldest daughter is eighteen or nineteen years old, right? Why don't you say she looks like you? And all of them are called Wei Mo or something." Lan Ze put down the soy milk cup, wiped his mouth, and looked at what was in front of him.

The guard fairy.

"It's different when you raise yourself with your own hands. Xiaoxie is my eldest daughter. Xiangxiang is my second daughter."

Wei Fairy's answer was ruthless, affectionate and unfeeling...all the previous daughters didn't count.

In the past, when he had no son, he only wanted a son; now that he has a son, he realizes that his daughter is also quite good.

He took a sip of the love breakfast and, well... next time, let Xiao Xie grind the pine nuts a little more finely.

"Your eldest daughter calls you mom." Lan Ze reminded.

"Just call her. Anyway, her younger brothers and sisters all call her that, so what will happen if there is one more of her? It's not good for my eldest girl to always be a motherless child."

"It seems that you finally have the consciousness to be a mother." Lan Ze nodded and quickly finished what he wanted to say. "My daughter looks like her father. You are her mother. It's weird to look like you."

Get up and run.

"Fuck! Wait for me here. Xiaolan, come back here!"

Anyone with eyes can see that the longer Xiao Xie grows, the more he looks like a Wei fairy.

Not only the facial features are similar, but also the temperament is similar.

Lanze deliberately found out the image data of Wei Shuyi, her eldest grandmother from the last century, and was pleasantly surprised to find that this child looked like her eldest grandmother in every frown and smile. This child had two fathers and three grandmothers.

The little girl is smart and loves to show off, and she looks like a fairy, probably like her grandma. She also pays attention to food, clothing, and beauty, which is what the Wei fairy is anyway.

Lan Ze tentatively believes that this should also be a manifestation of love for life.

Lan Ze's only consolation is: this child is the closest to him.

In the past few years, when they went to Sky Island to play house and film, their two daughters still liked to have him with them.

Xiao Xie likes him to play the king the most.

In this way, she and Xiangxiang can play the true role of princesses. They wear gorgeous skirts that are as long as the floor, matched with crowns of different shapes and jewelry of different colors.

In order to make it easier for his two daughters to dress up into various roles without damaging their delicate skin, Lanze developed special microbial pigments at Northwest Creation, and Wei Yaojing used them to make a cosmetics brand. By the way, he also made some skin care products.

It's safe for children to use at home.

The king is just a backdrop, but he is the princess's father after all. Every time Wei Yaoxing wants to play a role like a father, her two daughters always refuse.

Xiao Xie usually refuses tactfully: "The king is very old, your hair is too dark!"

"Then let me put on makeup?"

"No need. When we grow up, you can act when you are old."

Xiaoxie suddenly pushed back the time by an unknown number of years.

Xiangxiang once solemnly suggested that her mother should play the role of the Queen. She almost made Wei Yaojing angry to death.

But he cannot lose his temper at the child. He can only slowly explain to the child that this is inappropriate and why it is inappropriate.

The most amazing thing is that some people actually like to watch the video of children dressing up and playing house.

This is probably because in this era, the vast majority of children in China live in public institutions. Most people don't usually see children.

Even if the video has no plot, just looking at the cute little girl should be quite relaxing.

In every adult's fairy tale dream, a beautiful princess is indispensable. In the dream world, there are also kings/emperors, princes/princes/princes, ministers/prime ministers, wizards, warriors...

When you grow up, your dreams will not disappear, they will only be buried deeply.

The cosmetics brand Wei Yaojing customized for her two children are inexplicably selling well all over the world.

It stands to reason that people in different countries and regions have slightly different skin colors and textures. Even the thickness of the stratum corneum is different among the three major human races on earth.

Maybe, foreigners feel it is particularly safe when they see that children can use it...
Chapter completed!