"Look, your dad is back! Luoluo, the dad you want is back!"

Yang Yan just knocked on the gate of the yard and walked in with his elder brother He Xiaowen. The eldest sister-in-law cried happily. Luo Luo, who was holding in her arms, subconsciously raised her little head and looked over with tears in her eyes.

After seeing my father, the little girl's little emotion was about to burst out as if she had stepped on the brakes. Her slightly opened mouth stopped, and her cute little face stared blankly at her father who was like a divine weapon falling from the sky.

"Your daughter, I don't want anyone, I just want dad. When I wake up, I call dad. I don't want to hug her. I told her to find dad, and she forced me to pick it up." The sister-in-law hugged Luo Luo to Yang Yan, and even chattered and reported to Yang Yan about the situation just now. "You see, she is almost crying, but fortunately you come back after stepping on it."

In fact, Yang Yan and Xia Yu's father did not have a very long conversation, and there was a car to take him back later. So when he came back, Luo Luo had just woken up, and the little aggrieved that the increase in the anger of getting up was still held in his slightly red eyes, and he had no chance to vent.

"It's okay, dad is back." Yang Yan smiled and gently kissed Luo Luo's little head.

Little guy, you don’t know what your dad has just experienced!

Almost, you and your father have to change your name!

However, the person you will call your grandfather in the future is pretty good. He is not a very fierce person, but he has a little hot temper. Dad will definitely try his best to keep his mother!

Yang Yan sighed secretly in his heart, but the little girl in front of him sagged her mouth, pouted with red and soft lower lips, and the tears that had just been in his eyes began to roll again, just as if the father's kiss had just become the fuse.

"Why are you still crying?" Yang Yan was a little amused and cried. He quickly tightened his arms so that Luoluo could get close to his arms. He also pressed her little head against his chest and started to coax him softly, "Don't Dad be here? What's there to cry?"

In fact, the little girl did not cry. She just dropped a few drops of golden beans that had just hung in her eyes. In her father's familiar arms, the little girl gradually calmed down and her breath faded like a tide when she woke up.

Yang Yan could hear her sob stop and her breathing became soothing.

After a while, the little girl who was buried in her father's arms just now couldn't help it. She turned her little head, exposed her big watery eyes from her father's arms, and looked at the other side in a daze.

The little girl's energy is slowly recovering. When she regains her usual liveliness, she may not want to stay in her father's arms and want to come down by herself to explore the world where everything seems fresh in her eyes!

Wang Jianjun and He Xiaoshi returned to their village to celebrate the New Year, and the brothers Wang Zihao and Wang Zihan were also taken back. However, although they were noisy and not annoying when they were at home, now they lacked these two pistachios, and the family seemed to have become too quiet and less the atmosphere of the New Year.

After all, He Guantong, the eldest brother He Xiaowen's daughter, is already in high school. She is no longer the same as she was when she was six or seven years old, following Yang Yan's butt and asking him to set off firecrackers, and she is still talking nonstop crazy girl!

However, He Guantong is also very interested in Luoluo!

When the little girl just got out of her father's arms and wanted to walk on the ground by herself, He Guantong walked over and squatted beside Luo Luo, holding her knees with one hand, and holding her hands affectionately with the other, she said softly: "Luoluo, my father is writing couplets. Do you want to go with me to take a look?"

What?

Luo Luo didn't understand, but just blinked her big eyes innocently.

"Let's go, my sister will take you to see my dad write big words!" He Guantong jumped up from the ground, laughing lively, and she held Luo Luo's little hand and made a gesture in front of her to leave.

Now that I am not angry at getting up, Luo Luo does not refuse to play with other familiar people, not to mention that at noon, his sister He Guantong hugged her!

However, Luo Luo had not completely let go of her dependence on her father. She was pulled forward by her sister, and she tried hard to turn her head and stretched out her other little hand to her father behind her: "Well, dad..."

Not a very anxious voice, Yang Yan heard it. What his daughter wanted to express was not resistance, but wanted her father to follow her.

He smiled, walked behind, bent down slightly, holding Luo Luo's raised little hand.

At this moment, Luo Luo turned around with peace of mind and walked forward with her sister. The little girl stepped on her small steps vigorously, as if she was about to follow her sister's step. She also opened her mouth with excitement and let out a faint laugh: "Hey, um..."

Look at her like this, she seems to be following her sister in a straight walk. I don’t know how proud she is!

He Xiaowen wrote couplets on the dining table in the yard. The stand was very grand. There was a layer of old newspaper on the dining table, and a thick stack of long cut red paper was placed next to it. In the middle was a hanging pen holder, hard brush, soft brush, mixed brush, long tip, center tip, short tip, just like a weapon stand, everything!

The ink is not that particular. A big sea bowl filled with very thoroughly black ink. He Xiaowen also stretched his pen in and dipped it in and wrote it.

But when he was writing, his attitude was very straight, with one stroke at a time, calm and powerful! Not to mention Luo Luo, who was held onto a chair by his sister, Yang Yan next to him looked at it a few times, and he was also fascinated.

The couplets of their house have been pasted long ago. What He Xiaowen now writes is a couplet for his neighbors. When the old man was there, neighbors nearby came to ask for words every Spring Festival every year.

After all, He Guoxing is a very famous calligrapher in the county!

The old man wrote couplets for them every year, and did not charge a penny. After the old man passed away, He Xiaowen took over the "job" of his father and continued to write couplets for them.

Although He Xiaowen's calligraphy is incomparable to his father's, it seems that there is no big difference in the eyes of ordinary people. They line up to pick up couplets every year. At that time, the house was bustling, just like the old man had never left.

Of course, it’s not time to receive the couplet yet, He Xiaowen is still writing.

Luo Luo was too short to see when standing on the ground. After being held onto a chair by her sister, she could only look at the uncle who was writing along the plane of the table.

Although I couldn't see what my uncle was writing, the little girl was also fascinated by the uncle's concentration expression and his arms holding the pen while holding the pen.

She saw her two little hands holding the edge of the table, as if she was trying to get closer. Luo Luo also used the support of her sister's arm to cross her body and arched her little butt.

He Guantong was protecting her sister. She hugged Luo Luo's belly with her hands, and her arms were obliquely supporting Luo Luo's chest. This posture was also very hard. After a while, He Guantong screamed: "Oh, sister, you don't want to do this, it's very dangerous!"

Hearing his sister's scream, although Luo Luo didn't understand, she still turned her head subconsciously.

The little girl's bright big eyes looked at her sister's angrily smiling eyes for a while. Soon, she also opened her mouth and smiled sweetly with her sister: "Hehe!"
Chapter completed!