This Star is a Bit All-around

"elder brother!"

When Yang Qing came back, the four little dolls rushed to him and threw themselves into his arms, their little faces were covered with tears.

"Wow~~wow~potpot~~"

The pouting little Dong'er twisted her buttocks hard to squeeze in, but she couldn't squeeze in because a strange doll got in.

Yang Qing comforted his sisters with a loving and soft voice, but Bai Zhijun asked his wife in a constipated manner:

"What the hell is Gua Wazi doing! Qingzi is comforting his sisters, why is she joining in the fun! You see, there is no place for Xiao Donger to be squeezed!"

Bai's mother squinted: "Hehe, you don't know what virtue your doll has! It's fun!"

Bai Zhijun: "...Then why do I think she cried, Gua Wazi made you angry and beat her up?"

"fart!"

Bai's mother scolded speechlessly: "Gua, you little brat! She saw Xiao Qiu'er and the others crying, and said that as a good sister, she had to cry, otherwise she would not be a good baby."

Bai Zhijun: ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ

"Okay, don't be sad"

Yang Qing wiped away tears from the dolls one by one, looked at Xiaobai and said, "Xiaobai, take care of Qiu'er and play with her, okay?"

"good!"

Xiaobai children's shoes scratched his watermelon head, pulled up Xiaoqiu'er's little hand and said, "Guawazi, stop crying and go play."

Xiao Qiu'er wanted to cry: "Brother..."

"Hey, go play with Xiaobai, brother and sister have a conversation"

"Um…"

The two little ones walked away holding hands, Yang Qing hurriedly hugged the little Dong'er who was about to be hugged and kissed, looked at Xiao Chun'er and Xiao Xia'er and said:

"What's the matter, did you get bullied at school? Tell your brother, he will make the decision for you"

"No...no"

The two boys shook their heads together.

"Hey... hey... Guoguo, my sister's arm is broken."

The two children didn't talk, but Xiao Dong'er stretched out her little finger and pointed at Xiao Xia'er who bowed her head and said milkingly.

"Let me see"

Hearing this, Yang Qing's heart tightened, and she hastily pulled Xiao Xia'er's hand involuntarily.

Xiao Xia'er's little hands are thin and slightly rough, which is caused by often helping with work.

Yang Qing gently and carefully pulled up her arm, and saw the band-aid on her elbow.

"Does it hurt?" he said softly.

"doesn't hurt"

Xiao Xia'er shook her head and said, "Mother Bai applied the medicine on me, and it didn't hurt at all."

"Um"

Yang Qing touched her little head lovingly, and asked softly: "How did you do it, can you tell my brother?"

"I got into a fight with my classmates"

Little Xia'er lowered her head and choked with sobs: "Brother, I'm sorry, Xia'er caused you trouble again."

"Brother, don't blame Xia'er, okay?"

Xiao Chun'er burst into tears and said: "It was Ma Mingtao who pulled my hair and broke Xia'er's schoolbag, Xia'er fought with him, it's not Xia'er's fault."

"Well, no wonder"

Yang Qing put down the little Dong'er in her arms, then hugged the two little ones tightly, and said softly:

"Why would my brother blame you, my brother will never blame you, my brother loves you not enough, be good, stop crying"

"Uh...uh...brother, we will always love you too, forever and ever..."

"Brother..." Xiao Xia'er hugged Yang Qing's neck and choked up, "You enrolled me and my sister in a young artist training class. You worked so hard to pay for our schooling, but Xia'er still fought with her classmates. I...I ...not a good boy”

"Who says you are not a good boy, you are all good boys, you are my brother's favorite sister"

Yang Qing stroked her little head and said: "That little boy bullied you and sister, it's his fault, in the future, if this kind of thing happens again, you can tell the teacher, or go home and tell your brother, and he will solve it, but you can't Fighting with hands.

Fighting is not good, and if you get hurt, my brother will feel bad, and Qiu'er and the others will feel bad too."

Yang Qing asked softly: "Your arm is injured, what about that little boy, did you hurt him?"

As soon as Xiao Xia'er was comforted by her brother, she felt much better instantly, and said crisply: "He has a nosebleed, and he has been crying for a long time, but Xia'er hasn't cried yet."

Yang Qing smiled: "Well, our Xia'er is the strongest, so you can say sorry to him when you go to school tomorrow, okay, we want to be a kind and upright boy, and we have to admit our mistakes."

"Okay, but...brother, my schoolbag is broken, it was sewn by my grandma"

"It's okay, my brother will mend it for you. From now on, you and Chun'er can carry the new schoolbag that Sister Qin Xue bought for you."

Yang Qing said: "I know you miss grandma, so please keep grandma's kind smile and figure in your heart forever, brother will save the schoolbag that grandma sewed for you, okay?"

"Okay, thank you brother"

"Well, let's take Xiao Dong'er to play, brother and uncle Bai have something to say and we'll go home"

"Hmmmm?"

The two boys wiped away their tears and carried Xiao Dong'er to find Xiao Qiu'er and Xiao Bai. Yang Qing stood up and walked towards Bai Zhijun and his wife.

"Qingzi, drink tea"

Mother Bai brought over a cup of hot tea and said with a smile, "Dolls, are you all right?"

Yang Qing shook his head: "It's okay, a small conflict in school"

"Yeah." Bai's mother said with a smile: "What kind of bad thoughts can the little baby have, my melon baby has been making a fuss in the kindergarten every three days, it's very skinny"

"Haha, Xiaobai is lively and active"

Yang Qing responded with a smile, and then changed the words: "Sister-in-law, I heard Brother Bai said that you want to open a small porridge shop"

"Yeah." Bai's mother glanced at Bai Zhijun who was smirking next to her, and said with a smile, "It's just that the store hasn't been found yet. The one I saw last time is too big, more than a hundred square meters."

"Not big, just right"

Yang Qing answered, "I'm also planning to open a small shop, why don't we rent together?"

He said seriously: "More than one hundred square meters, we rent it and make a partition in the middle, so that my sister-in-law and I can each open a small shop. Brother Bai, what do you think, sister-in-law?"

"good!"

Before Mama Bai could speak, Bai Zhijun slapped his thigh and said, "You have a good idea, Qingzi!"

As he spoke, his eyes lit up, and he even said a little excitedly: "Qingzi, do you still sell pancakes and fruits when you open a shop?"

“Yeah, pancake fruit and xiao long bao”

Yang Qing smiled and spread her hands and said, "I don't know anything else, only these two things can be used."

"Hey, don't be too modest"

Bai Zhijun excitedly said: "In this way, you sell pancakes and steamed buns, and my mother-in-law sells porridge. Hey, I'm going to get mad!"

Mama Bai was puzzled.

Anything goes.

"What's going on"

"Hey, you mother-in-law knows how to use a hammer. If I talk to you again tonight, Qingzi will be so awesome!"

Mama Bai: ...

Old Bai, you dare to kill me!

If you want to practice a trumpet, you can practice a hammer!

………

The next day, Yang Qing rode on the cart as usual, took four little dolls and went out early.

After sending Chun'er and Xia'er to the school, he went to the office again and found Teacher Zhang to pay the registration fee of 10,000 yuan. Then he hugged Xiao Dong'er, who was still confused, and took Xiao Qiu'er's little hand and left.

In the classroom, Xiao Chun'er and Xiao Xia'er looked around, but they didn't see their little classmate Ma Mingtao, so they sat in their seats and read the book seriously.

But suddenly, a small hand stretched out in front of them, and then spread it out, and two pink butterfly hairpins came into view.

"Ma Mingtao, you..."

"do not hit me!"

When little classmate Ma Mingtao saw Xiao Xia'er staring, he shrank his neck and said, "My mother asked me to give it to you, I'm sorry, I won't bully you again in the future."

Xiao Chuner smiled.

"It's okay, hey, this is what my brother asked us to give you, the pancake fruit you've always wanted to eat"

"Ah, really! Delicious pancakes!"

"Well, what did my brother do?"

Xiao Xia'er nodded arrogantly, and then said seriously: "I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have hit you, does your nose still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt! Haha...it doesn't hurt as much as my mother beat me! That pancake fruit..."

"here you are"

"Haha... I'm so happy, thank you, I will send you a card"

"Hee hee...thank you"

"Haha... let's be good friends"

"okay…"