House Dad’s Literary Life

On Saturday morning, the rainy Jiangcheng rarely ushered in a sunny weekend!

The weather is amazing, the white clouds seem to tear the marshmallows, a few thin pieces, lazily floating under the light blue sky. The warm sunshine makes the earth shine brightly, as if everything has been radiantly radiant, the grass in the yard, the leaves are green, the flowers planted a month ago are colorful, even the windows of the villa are like The glaze generally reflects the colorful light!

Such a good weather can naturally give people a good mood.

“Giggle, Papa, I have to brush my shoes!” Xixi’s sweet laughter came out of the open door.

All the doors and windows of the villa are open today. Usually the heating is turned on, and the doors and windows are closed. Although there is air exchange, after all, after a long time, the breath is relatively muddy, and the continuous spring rain of the previous period has also produced some moist mildew, just today. Hygiene, Yang Yi and Mo Fei open the doors and windows and breathe.

Crossing the loyal Steamed Bun at the door, I saw a little girl running cheerfully.

Xixi’s dress is very interesting today. Her pink, cartoon-shaped water boots are on her feet, and her hands are loosely wearing yellowish/colored rubber gloves.

This rubber glove is for adults, and Yang Yi bought it according to his own size. For Xixi, it is a little bigger, and the glove mouth is already covering her elbow!

But Xixi didn’t care at all. She carried two small arms and fell off the skid. Even so, the little girl followed the wind and happily ran to her father’s side.

“You don’t help my mother clean up the sheets and quilt to wash it? Dad doesn’t need your help here,” Yang Yi said with a smile.

He was brushing his shoes. At first he just wanted to clean the small shoes that the small sleighs couldn’t wear. Later, he simply washed the other washable shoes in the house, and the weather was good and he could dry.

“Mama said that Mama said she was going to use the washing machine, and I didn’t need my help. Then gave me this!” Xixi also filled with joy and shook his hand and showed her rubber gloves to Dad.

Yang Yi saw that her daughter was so enthusiastic about helping, and she refused. He took a small stool and gave Xixi a seat. Then the father and the daughter squatted in the toilet and brushed their shoes.

“You grabbed the heel, brushed the soles of the shoes, the water rushed, and the dirt was gone!” Yang Yi gave her daughter a demonstration.

Xixi’s bright big eyes looked at Dad’s operation, and he learned it in a model.

I saw the little girl picking up one of my mother’s slippers in one hand, and the other hand was awkwardly holding the long grip of the brush and brushing it hard.

“You are like this, grab it here, is this a good control?” Yang Yi found that Xixi is different from himself. The little girl’s hand is not so long, and the brush is not flexible. She is taught to hold the middle of the grip.

Xixi brushed her mother’s slippers again, but this time, she found that it was not so hard! Little girl couldn’t help but turn around and said to her father, “Really!”

Yang Yi took the water pipe and rushed on the shoes she had brushed, and smiled at the same time: “Yes? Dad tells you a fun story, okay?”

“Okay!” Xixi said with pleasure.

To listen to Dad telling a story, Xixi stopped his hand, holding a pair of slippers and holding a brush in one hand, but looking at his father curiously.

Yang Yi turned off the faucet and said: “A long time ago, alone, holding a long flagpole, going outside the city, passing the gate, he found that his flagpole was too long to cross the city. Door, what should I do?”

Yang Yi tells the story. In order to describe it more vividly, he also used a brush and a plastic bucket as a metaphor. The long brush is the flagpole, and the mouth of the plastic bucket is the gate.

So, watching Dad there, the brush stuck in the mouth of the plastic bucket, Xixi did not understand how the gate was, but combined with the door and the plastic bucket, she still had a general impression.

I saw the little girl smiled. She grabbed her own brush and inserted it into the bucket. She said, “You can put it in!”

“Yes!” Yang Yi snapped a finger and said with appreciation, “Xixi, you are too smart!”

Xixi smiled a little embarrassed.

Yang Yi went on to say: “But that person is stupid, he didn’t think of changing the angle, he could take the flagpole out. He sat there and sulking! Then came a grandfather, after he heard about it, Just tell this person, you can cut off the flagpole and then take it with you!”

Xixi saw that Dad was in the middle of the brush. Her brain was very flexible. When she formed the corresponding image, she said with surprise: “Also!”

“Well, this is not wrong, because the flagpoles at that time were made of bamboo. But there is a problem.” Yang Yi said, “After the flagpole is cut, it can’t be used as a flagpole. If our brush breaks.” It will not be as good as it used to be.”

Xixi was a little confused by this reversal of Dad. She looked at her father in confusion: “What should I do?”

“So, using the method you just said, it is very good! You can bring the flagpole out of the city gate!” Yang Yi said with a smile. “This story tells us that there are many ways to deal with one thing. We should be flexible, learn to find the most labor-saving, best-used, best solution to the problem! Just like you think that this brush is not easy to use, you can change the posture of holding, there is definitely a suitable for you! Right? ”

Xixi, this time, I understood it. She said sweetly: “Well!”

Still continue to brush shoes, little girl feel that the slippers just washed, then changed the slippers of the other foot.

Seeing this, Yang Yi took the hand around and took the slippers that Xixi had just put down and brushed it up again.

Xixi is happy to help her father and mother, Yang Yi feels that it is very rare, he does not want to use his strict standards to scare off his daughter’s enthusiasm.

……

I don’t know how long it took, Yang Yi took Xixi, took the clean shoes, and other cleaned items that were going to the kindergarten to be aired in the yard.

The father and the daughter were busy, and Steamed Bun, who was lying in the sun, suddenly stood up, but his nose sniffed and slowly squatted down, but his eyes still looked at the gate of the yard.

For a moment, Lan Zhoukai’s chubby figure appeared at the door, accompanied by Lan Xin’s cheerful voice: “Xixi!”

“Xin’er!” little girl turned back in surprise.

The two little girls are together, and naturally they play with laughter. With Xixi, I don’t even care for my father.

Boss Lan, a pampered family, has a babysitter and leads a pampered life. He is also standing next to Yang Yi. While watching Yang Yi hanging the shoes on the hangers, he chats with Yang Yi.

The negotiation of the land of Jinling City has already made a substantial breakthrough. Basically, the price of both sides is close together, and only the final signature is left. I have to say that Lan Zhoukai’s ability in real estate is very strong!

In the few months of Jinling City, Lan Zhoukai not only talked with the Wucheng County government about the land that Yang Yi wanted, but also talked about the construction land that has not been requisitioned for hundreds of acres.

These land, Lan Zhoukai told Yang Yi that even when the amusement park is not used, he can use it for commercial development. Building a mall, hotel, renting or selling around the amusement park can make a lot of money!

Of course, I am still waiting to submit the report, waiting for the approval of the Jiangnan Provincial Office, and the final signature. Lan Zhoukai came back this time, but also to steal the daughter’s parent-child activities.

“When you come over today, wouldn’t it be to ask me for waste?” Yang Yi looked at Lan Zhoukai with vigilance. This guy found himself very good at educating his children. He often threw Lan Xin here, like some mathematics in kindergarten. In the homework, let Yang Yi give coach to Lan Xin.

Sometimes, Yang Yi really wants to ask him: “Xin’er is your daughter, or my daughter?”

Of course, this is just a joke. Yang Yi and Lan Zhoukai have such a good relationship, and Yang Yi can be called the godfather of Lan Xin. Only Yang Yi and Lan Zhoukai are not religious, and there is no such habit of strange names.

Lan Zhoukai said with a smile: “There are no used items. Our family has already let Grandma Wu clean up a batch, but when you say it, by Monday, don’t forget to finish your Xixi handicraft and come over to help Xin. Er, or we both do it together, you know that I don’t have any talent for handicrafts.”

“Then you just said that you want to talk to me about what?” Yang Yi asked curiously.

“The problem with the school! Xin’er and Xixi have to go to elementary school in the second half of the year. Do we have to think about what elementary school to choose for the child?” Lan Zhoukai still has something to look for in Yang Yi.