Xia Yu just made a random suggestion at first, but when she saw Yang Yan's shy look, her interest suddenly rose. Her two slender hands grabbed Yang Yan's arm, pulled him into the room, and said with a smile: "Tell me! I want to hear it too. Didn't the boys be naughty when they were young? At that time, you must have been as gentle and quiet as you are now."

"Not naughty, I am like Luo Luo, I was very obedient when I was a child!" Yang Yan was dragged to the edge of the bed by Xia Yu. Seeing Luo Luo looking at him with big eyes open, he pretended to be aggrieved, "Luo Luo, don't you?"

The little girl didn't wash her hair today. After all, her hair is very long now and she can't wash it every day. When she was taking a shower just now, Xia Yu put on her headband. Now she took it off, and the little girl's hair fell fluffy on her small shoulders and spread it down!

This fluffy and thick long hair seemed to be a British pleated gauze skirt, covering the little girl's petite and weak body, forming a very sharp contrast. It seemed a bit big, but it also further highlighted the cuteness of the little girl's pink and round face!

When she heard her father's words, although Luo Luo couldn't figure out what her parents were playing, she couldn't help but raise her little face and looked at her father with curved eyes and smiled.

After the little girl smiled for a while, she said in a crisp voice: "Hehe, dad, dad, be good..."

"Look, Luoluo has said you, Dad said he is good and shameless!" Xia Yu saw Yang Yan shamelessly trying to win over Luoluo, and she did not show any weakness. She sat directly on the bed, picked up Luoluo, and touched the little girl's slim face intimately, and smiled, "Luoluo, do you want to listen to your father telling stories and telling his childhood stories?"

The little girl was tightly held in her arms by her mother. Her little neck shrank, as if her mother's face was very hot. She looked at her father with big eyes asking for help, but in fact, the little girl was also very happy! She couldn't stop giggling.

"Okay, okay!" Yang Yan couldn't stand the gaze of two pairs of bright big eyes before his daughter was pulled over. He raised his hand to surrender, "Then let's say I'm about eight or nine years old, and it's quite fun to celebrate the Spring Festival!"

Xia Yu smiled and let go of the hand that was holding Luo Luo's belly, but she didn't even cross the river to let Luo Luo come out of her arms. The little girl had already smiled so hard that her body was soft and she pressed her little head down in front of her soft body. She pressed her loose pajamas out of a undulating gully on both sides.

Unfortunately, Yang Yan had no fear of being afraid, so he turned around excitedly and went out: "I'll get something first!"

To tell a story, do you still need props?

Before my father came back, the little girl who had recovered from her mother's arms, pressing her hips with her two little hands. Although she was a little slippery when she stepped on her silk pajamas, the little girl crawled for a few times before she could turn over, lifted her messy little head, bared her teeth, and smiled sweetly with her mother: "Hey, um..."

After she crawled firmly, she asked her mother in a silence: "Dad, will you tell me the story?"

"Yes, Dad wants to tell stories, tell stories! Tell the story of when he was a child, when he was a little boy!" Xia Yu gently clamped Luo Luo's hair with his fingers, said to her with a smile, and corrected the little girl's pronunciation.

"Dad, Dad's story..." The little girl blinked her big eyes, her upper lip slightly raised, as if she was a little surprised and expectant.

Yang Yan went out for a while, and Xia Yu, who was with Luo Luo in the bedroom, felt a little strange. He was about to get up and come out. When he saw what was going on, Yang Yan finally came back with a bunch of things!

"Are you telling a story? Or do you want to make tricks?" Xia Yu looked at the brush, scissors, paper jams, and some bottles and jars that Yang Yan held in. He couldn't understand his intentions and asked with laughter and cry.

"Of course it's telling a story! Haha, you'll know later." Yang Yan raised his eyebrows proudly.

Of course, Luo Luo couldn't help it. She poked her little head out of the bed, supported her two little arms on the slightly harder edge of the bed, and looked curiously at the things that her father had put down on the bedroom floor.

Don't worry that Luoluo would fall down accidentally. When she poked it out, Xia Yu noticed that she consciously reached out and hugged Luoluo's small waist.

"Dad!" Luo Luo ignored the mother behind her, and she called her father in a crisp voice.

"Oh!" Yang Yan responded casually. He was busy looking out the watercolor pen that Xia Yu bought for Luoluo before, but found that he seemed to be unsuitable, so he temporarily put away the watercolor pen and found the red one.

"Well, um, dad is telling a story?" the little girl said gurgling, a little vague, but after learning new words, she couldn't wait to show it to her dad.

"Yes! Dad wants to tell a story." Yang Yan smiled, and when he was ready, he finally raised his head, "Do you want to hear it?"

Luo Luo received a response from her father, her little mouth widened and her smile sweetly. Then she also happily pointed her little head.

"You want to tell dad, dad, I want to hear your story." Xia Yu took the opportunity to teach Luoluo to speak.

The smart little girl really started to learn happily: "Master, I'll tell you what you are talking about Gusu..."

She herself didn't realize that after imitating this long sentence, the pronunciation was messy.

"It's Dad, I want to hear you tell stories and tell stories." Xia Yu taught perseverance, his mouth opened and closed very much, as if he wanted Luoluo to see clearly.

Luo Luo's eyes did not fall on her mother. Her big eyes looked at the soda bottle in her father's hand. She was very curious and didn't know what her father was going to do. However, she still said unconsciously: "Hmm... dad, the goose wants to tell a story..."

I have to say that Luoluo has learned a lot like it, but some words are pronounced inaccurately.

"Okay, let's talk now!" Yang Yan looked at his daughter lovingly and said with a smile, "In the past, during the Spring Festival, my father actually had a lot of fun at home, just like the riddles we have also seen in the Workers' Cultural Palace. My father will follow your uncle and Grandpa He who you have never met before to participate in the Spring Festival event held by the County Cultural Bureau."

When Xia Yu saw that Yang Yan really started telling stories, he stopped quarreling with him. He sat quietly aside and listened carefully.

Interestingly, Xia Yu may have been influenced by the training she was in the police academy before. When she was correcting her attitude, her expression became serious, as if she was listening to a leader’s report!

Luo Luo didn't get into the state of listening to her father's story so soon. She looked at the things her father brought with her with great interest, staring at her eagerly, and was not even satisfied with sitting on the "high" bed watching. The little girl twisted her butt and turned around. She grabbed the sheet with her two little hands and kicked her short calves, as if she wanted to climb down by herself!

This action is not unfamiliar to Luoluo. She usually climbs off the sofa by herself!

But a tall bed with a thick mattress is still a big challenge for short little people!
Chapter completed!