House Dad’s Literary Life

Yes, my father didn't make lunch for the morning, and the little girl remembered it!

This morning at the hospital, it was late, she was still confused with her father, even the soy milk and buns for breakfast were eaten in the ward, then Dad helped her change clothes, and went directly to the kindergarten.

I remember correctly, my schoolbags are not brought, and there are lunch boxes!

"But, but what about my lunch? How do you forget it?" The little girl thought in a panic. At this moment, she seemed to feel that she was thrown into the dry well, alone, and without dependence.

"Hey, didn't bring lunch? Well, the prawn is gone." Lan Xin sighed down her head in annoyance, as if she was the most disappointing one.

Although the other friends did not say it, they actually had the same mood. They didn’t think too much about their disappointment and they were still on the face.

Only Lu Weisha, who hadn't figured it out, was still confused. The Chinese and Swiss bilinguals were mixed and asked: "Hey, what are you talking about? You are talking (you mean) haven't eaten?"

"Not eating! She has no food to eat." Chen Shiyun explained with a sigh.

"Hey, no lunch!" Yang Qiqi also explained with Lu Weisha.

Everyone understands this.

The little girl looked helpless and looked at her friends with eager eyes. She asked in a panic: "What should I do?"

"If you don't have lunch, you have to go hungry." Nan Zhaoyu thought that his little friend did not understand the seriousness of the matter, and explained it in a serious way, "My mother did not give us dinner, once. I went to the restaurant with my father."

Yang Qiqi saw that his little friend’s day would fall down.

"Hey, do you want me to eat with you? My mother made a meal, and then there are delicious radishes." Yang Qiqi reversed his hand and said with concern.

Lan Xin shook her head and muttered: "The radish is not good!"

"I am not giving you food, I don't have lunch, I want to share it with her." The meal made by my mother was said to be unpalatable, and Yang Qiqi whispered a small mouth and said.

“Is it really ok?” he asked with some surprises.

"Yeah!" Yang Qiqi nodded hard.

However, at this time, several other children's brains have turned around.

"I have to share with you, hey, my mother made a big chicken leg, but not your father made it delicious, can we share it?" Chen Shiyun said.

"I have tomato scrambled eggs, I like to eat the most!" Nan Zhaoyu was on the side, "I have to give it to you."

Lan Xin had a bit of reluctance, but at this moment, a little girl with a sense of responsibility was also upright, and the big voice shouted: "My best food, my grandmother made a lot of delicious food, there are fish, there are many rice. I can't finish it, I have to eat it!"

Lu Weisha couldn't fully understand it, but she understood the sharing. The tall blond girl raised her hand excitedly and said, "My, my, share, eat lunch."

It seems that I have fallen into the deep well. At this time, I seem to have seen a group of friends who are actively trying to pull her up. Looking at the group of enthusiastic friends, the little girl is moved to cry!

Now they are outside to prepare to line up in the dining hall. The cold wind of the outside blew the children's hair, and the little face of the tender and tender face is blowing cold, but the heart of the little girl is warmer than ever.

"I have eaten at lunch." He was a little excited, his eyes were red, and he took Yang Qiqi and Lan Xin’s hand. "You are so good!"

"We have to share!" Nan Zhaoyu's children know a lot of truth, he waved his hand and summed it up.

At this time, the teacher who was in charge of the command and led the team came over and saw the encircling of them. Usually these little girls (including a little boy) are obedient. What is the situation today?

"What happened to you?" Shen asked with a smile.

Suddenly, as if a drop of water was dripping from the oil pan, several children were screaming, and everyone was trying to explain it.

Among them, Lan Xin’s big tricks now show her skill. In a noisy, her voice is especially clear: “He didn’t make her father lunch, then, then she didn’t have lunch, we I want to share it with you, then, then I have lunch!"

This then, then the one then...

Shen teacher was almost fainted by Lan Xin. However, she came here to run this thing, so she looked at a few enthusiastic girls and said, "Hey, how are you so few kids? So kind!" However, Yang Lan’s business, you don’t have to worry too much, and you don’t have to contribute your own food.”

In the mind of Shen’s teacher who opened his brain, it’s these little girls... Well, including a little boy, wearing a patched large cotton jacket, green military uniform, hiding in the cold tunnel, outside the tunnel A team of sly devils searched with a bayonet, and then they took the last piece of cake and carefully handed it to each other, pitifully even eating the cake residue separately. They are not desperate, inspiring each other, and the beautiful eyes are burning, the light of the hope of the motherland!

Of course, Shen returned to God, saw a few pairs of dark eyes, and a pair of blue eyes, looking at her eyes, in fact, just confused.

what does it mean?

"Yang Hao, actually..." Shen teacher took a slap on the shoulder and pointed at the direction of the door. He said, "You don't have to worry about eating lunch, because your father has not forgotten to prepare lunch for you. Look, he sent it to you!"

The little girl followed Shen’s finger and looked at the entrance of the kindergarten. The tall Yang Yan was standing beside the guard and carrying a **** bag.

Really dad?

I still can't believe my eyes, and I slammed it first. But Dad waved to her, and then I realized that I was not dreaming.

Dad didn't forget himself!

It suddenly seemed to go back to heaven from hell, and Dad’s kind smile made her hope again.

"Hey!" The little girl seemed to run happily in the past, but the moment she was thrown into the arms of her father, she had just turned over because of disappointment, confusion, and helplessness. She couldn’t help but squat. On my father's shoulder, I cried.

The warm tears, the small face that passed through the ice, the little grievances contained in the little girl's big eyes, seemed to make the world discolored.

"Okay, okay, don't cry, don't cry..." Yang Lan glared at her daughter with distress. "Is it still sleepy?"

He still stayed in the state of the morning.

In fact, Yang Lan did not forget to prepare lunch for her daughter. How can this be forgotten?

Just sent her to the kindergarten in the morning, did not go home, where is the time to prepare? In the morning, after he finished the inspection with Murphy in the hospital, he returned home and then made lunch without stopping.

No, it’s lunch, Yang Hao sent it over!

Of course, Yang Lan is still squatting, because since he personally came to give his daughter lunch, he didn’t have to eat the reheated food. He simply arrived on time, the weather was a bit cold, and he could make a sip. Hot soup!

If Yang Lan really forgot something, then it is indeed there. He forgot to explain this to him in the morning. Until now, he did not think about it. He did not say to his daughter: "Don’t worry, Dad will bring you at noon. rice."

However, at this time, there was no father's anger. After her small grievances, she was full of joy.

Because Dad didn't let her down, Dad still cares about himself, and he has lunch!

Dad is always her most reliable trust!

I saw the little girl hangs tears, screaming and laughing, while shaking her little head, holding her father's neck, using her sweet ear with a little nasal sound, spoiled and said: "Hey, I love you!"

Yang Lan’s heart was gone. He wiped the tears to the little girl and kissed her on her little face. She said with affection: “Dad loves you too!”