After Mi Mi raised her head, not long after, the little parrot in the cage near the balcony seemed to have noticed a sense of depression coming from the air as if a storm was coming. It stepped on the stairs of the cage uneasy, and the small balls made a slight collision sound, and the little parrot could not hold back. It turned its head to the balcony for a while, and then turned to Luoluo, and shouted: "Zhezha, Zhezha!"

Yang Yan had just let go of his big hand and asked Luoluo to take away the small brush. He heard the little parrot's movement and turned his head to look outside.

"It's going to rain heavily?" Yang Yan made a judgment when he saw that the sky outside had turned completely dark.

It was raining, and Yang Yan's first reaction was to collect his clothes, but after he stood up from the carpet, he smiled and shook his head.

Where are there clothes outside?

Now when we go back to the south, Yang Yan doesn’t dare to dry clothes outside these days. The clothes hanging outside may not only not dry, but will also become wetter as they become!

Luo Luo had just grabbed the small brush and was happily trying to draw for her father to see, but there was a movement behind her. The little girl was delayed by a second before turning to take a look.

Why is Dad leaving again?

Don’t you see Luo Luo’s paintings anymore?

Luoluo wants her father to be by her side and wants to play with her father!

"Dad... Um!" The little girl hummed unyieldingly.

"Hey! Dad is here!" Yang Yan came back to his senses, responded loudly, and then sat down with a smile.

He touched Luo Luo's soft little long hair comfortably. Then the little girl smiled comfortably like Miao Xiaomi, turned her head over, grabbed the small brush and applied it on the water writing paper.

The few beautiful words that my father wrote before were still on the water-writing paper, but Luo Luo seemed to be doing damage. He drew a lot of strokes on it, and then she smeared a few strokes below.

Yang Yan was originally smiling and wanted to joke with the little girl, but he lowered his head and looked at it, but found that Luo Luo's little eyes were very serious, and his thin mouth was pursed tightly, as if he was using all his strength to draw.

He was suddenly moved.

"Wow, Luoluo painted very well!" Yang Yan praised it in an exaggerated manner, "Luoluo, what are you painting? Did you draw a barbecue grill, and put a string of skewers written by your father here, and then grill it on the fire below? The drawing is very vivid, very creative, and great!"

In order to praise Luo Luo in various ways, Yang Yan racked his brains and imagined Luo Luo's wanton painting as a concrete object.

Although I still couldn't understand what my father was saying, the little girl still heard from her father's positive tone that her father was praising her. Moreover, her father's lively voice made Luo Luo happy inexplicably. The little girl grabbed the brush, turned her head, and looked at her father with joy: "Hehe, Hehe..."

Amid Luo Luo's silver bell-like laughter, a silver light suddenly flashed outside the window. Yang Yan subconsciously raised his big hands and gently covered Luo Luo's ears.

Sure enough, not long after, it first crackled like fried beans, and then it rumbling with violent thunder as if beating a drum came in from outside!

Although the thunder sounded much dull through the window, Yang Yan could still hear it clearly.

However, Luo Luo was under the protection of her father, as if she was isolated from the sounds from the outside world. She was still unaware of it. Perhaps she could still hear a faint thunder, but this did not attract her attention.

The little girl also felt that her father was playing games with her. Her little head was raised, her curved smiles and crisp laughter all covered the terrible thunder riots outside.

Seeing that it was effective, Yang Yan raised his hand to cover Luo Luo's little ears before every thunder.

This feeling of depression is quite fresh and interesting in the little girl's feelings. She always laughs happily.

Even once, Yang Yan stopped, Luo Luo reluctantly stretched out her small claws, grabbed her father's big hand, and hummed like a pig, she still wanted to play!

The sound of rain outside has been connected into a sensation. The spring is chilly. I guess the wind and rain outside are both urgent and cold, which is daunting, but the room is still warm and as usual. The fluorescent lights shine quietly in the living room. Yang Yan took his daughter to continue painting and telling stories, and was not affected by the changes in the weather outside at all.

...

However, in the now invisible void of Luoluo, Zhang Laohei and Taibai stood up respectfully. Taibai greeted him with joy. While bowing, he said, "Wei Chen Taibai, I have seen the third princess."

Zhang Laohei didn't call him the other person like Taibai. He just bent down slightly, with a respectful attitude in his tone, and called him "San Niangniang."

"Grandpa Taibai should not be too polite. Now there is no heaven anymore, so don't be obsessed with the etiquette of the past." A gentle and kind voice sounded. Although this sound is not as pleasant as a girl, it seems to have a magic power that makes people feel calm.

Behind the light of lightning, a dignified and beautiful figure slowly walked out. She was wearing a pink and blue double-breasted skirt, and the embroidery on the skirt was exquisite and gorgeous, and it looked extraordinary.

Of course, what came out was not a beautiful girl as beautiful as jade. The Third Lady had experienced marriage and having children with mortals in history, and the baptism of being suppressed by the huge rocks of Huashan. Although she was still young forever, she looked like a middle-aged woman!

Of course, the Third Lady is still very beautiful. From her face, she can still vaguely see her glorious appearance when she was young. Moreover, her elegant and luxurious temperament and her demeanor after years of cultivation also make her smile, which makes Zhang Laohei look as if she saw her mother, with a stern face and awe-inspiring look.

Compared to Taibai, Zhang Laohei and the Third Lady were not very familiar with each other. After Taibai greeted each other, he couldn't help asking: "Since the Third Lady is here to take a vacation, why did he choose this plane like us?"

Everyone else went to another world to see the scenery, but who would like to come back to see the world where they were tired of seeing it before?

The third lady looked at Zhang Laohei, smiled quietly, and said, "My grandpa Taibai came back yesterday and talked about the changes in the world, especially the spiritual and cultural life of the elderly. So I also want to come and have a field investigation to see if there is such a beautiful thing as Grandpa Taibai said and learn from the experience of learning the world."

"So that's it. I remembered it. Third Lady, you are in charge of our trade union!" Zhang Laohei suddenly realized.

"General Zhang is so serious, we are just serving everyone." The Third Empress also bowed to Zhang Laohei. Every move was like Taibai, with many rules and complicated etiquette.

"Of course, I miss my hometown a little bit. I have already had an idea when I come to this plane for vacation, but I haven't made up my mind for a long time." The Third Lady said softly, "General Zhang is the first to come back to this plane. He is knowledgeable and I would like to give me some advice."

"I dare not, don't dare!" Zhang Laohei laughed, and then stood there restrainedly, not knowing how to talk to the other party. He is not good at communicating with women.
Chapter completed!