Chapter 214: Baby's little red flower (4/4, for the reward of the tea mountain hidden customers plus more)

The name of Yan, the word "Yang" in "Yang Yu" is fine, the little girl learns faster, but when it is the turn of the word "曦", he encounters a problem.
Under the guidance of Dad's hands, the little girl with good intentions will pass, just because the word "曦" is too complicated, written and written, always forgetting the details here or there.
"The corners you want here should not be written directly as s. You have to make a sum of money to see Dad's..." Yang Lan is also very patient and tirelessly corrects the details with swearing.
Even so, the two words dropped out of school for an hour, and it took longer than her to do homework every day.
"Come, let's try it for yourself." Yang Lan let go of holding her daughter's hand and encouraged.
No dad taught by hand. At first, I was not used to it. Although I could still write it according to the above example, I wrote the strokes slantingly.
However, the progress is obviously visible. After a while, she gradually became proficient, and the immature "Yang Yu" was written in a similar way.
Almost, is it a child of such a small size that asks her to write the same as a calligrapher?
Yang Wei distressed and stunned the little head that was sitting in front of the children's desk and said softly: "Yes, you have already written a lot, go play for a while! Look at the little ones. Call you!"
Auntie’s closest relative is also curious as to why the little masters have not come to play with them for so long, standing with their tails, twisting and twisting around, and looking up from time to time, looking at the little master.
Before it was a small ankle that came over, but it was driven a few times by the abominable shovel. Xiao Yan could only express his expectations in this way, as if to say: "Little master, you see Are you here? Here it is! Here!"
However, today, there is no idea of ​​playing with it. The little girl who had been thinking about her heart had just been liberated, and she quickly wrapped her father to tell her a story: "Hey, hey, tell me the story of the little child monster! Is it not so powerful?"
Since he did a great job today, Yang Lan also simply gave the girl a reward. He jumped to the empty space in the living room and shocked the cockroach in the living room and slammed. Go to the sofa.
"In other words, Sun Wukong and Pig Bajie found the Huoyun Cave, and the little monster ran back and cried. He cried with the little child monster. The child was white and red, his hair was bun, and his eyebrows were red. Cinnabar..."
Yang Hao sang on the sidelines, while telling the story, so that he couldn't help but hold his breath. The eyes of Shui Lingling looked at Dad with inconsistency and listened to the story with full concentration.
The little girl next to him glanced at the abominable shovel and found that he didn't seem to care about himself. He sneaked around his little master and wandered around.
However, today's Xiao Yan has no way to rob the little master of the "Red Baby"!
......
the next day.
"It seems that everyone has finished writing. Teacher Mu has already seen everyone's efforts. However, it is still necessary to perform a few children: Nan Zhaoyu, the words you write are very beautiful, and there are children of Yang Xiaoqi, you can write independently. Your own name, great!"
"The last teacher should especially praise Yang Lan, who is going to get a little red flower today. The progress of Yang Xiao’s children is very big. Such a complicated name can be written in complete and beautiful. Should everyone give her a round of applause?"
In the untidy applause, in the eyes of the little friends who are envious, especially in the eyes of Lan Xin’s envy who can’t write the word
Xin
, they hold a small chest and are in front of Mu’s teacher. A small red flower was awarded!
This is the first little red flower that I won. When I was learning to dance, although I was jumping well, I was a child of Yang Xiaoqi who got the little red flower.
This honor, but long-awaited. Wearing a little red flower, the little girl’s happy smile almost never stopped.
Even when I was asleep at noon, the little girl was upturned in her sleep, as if she had dreamed of something happy.
It’s just that you’re very sad, you have to take a nap with a little red flower, and in the afternoon, the little red flower is squashed by her... and with the waking up, the little girl crying is called a sad!
"Oh..." There may be remorse, maybe not reconciled, but it is brought to heart, that is the sadness of resolving, and this kind of strength makes you cry in tears in the arms of Shen.
It’s useless to ask Teacher Shen, and all the eyes are crying and swollen. The appearance of the pear flower with the rain, I see the pity.
Fortunately, Shen Shen will hug the outside under the shade of the trees to comfort, otherwise it will cry like a slap in the face, I am afraid that Lan Xin and Yang Qiqi will drop the sentimental golden beans.
Or Mu teacher cut the red paper that had not been used up, and made a small red flower to the scene, the little girl broke into laughter. This time, after a painful "lost", I was more careful to protect the little red flowers that were in my chest, and no one would touch them.
In the afternoon, Yang Lan went to pick up, and the little girl who had already passed the sunny day smiled like a flower, and ran over it, and couldn’t wait to show her little red flowers to her father.
"Hey, look, you look down, there is a sly name here, hey, Teacher Mu let the 曦曦 write, only the 曦曦 flower has a name!" 曦曦 then took the hand of Dad, Let him kneel down to see the little red flowers on his chest.
"I look!" Yang Lan also attached great importance to her daughter's first reward, and now she reached out.
"Hey, can't touch, it will break." He whispered his mouth and quickly guarded the little red flower to go backwards.
"Well, Dad doesn't touch it, just look at it and see our name." Yang Lan said quickly.
Oh, then I agree.
However, the name of the donkey is somewhat hidden by the petals in the middle, and it cannot be seen without revealing it.
After all, it’s Dad. The treatment is different from others. I don’t know how the little girl struggled with her thoughts. She finally hesitated and said:
That can be touched, just touch it, don’t break it!

Look at the little girl's baby, Yang Lan knows to go back and get her a small glass box to put it up. Otherwise, I don’t know when I’m broken at home, but I’m going to be heartbroken.
However, even if you don't care, Yang Lan will collect it. This is the first small prize that my daughter won!
"Hey, let's go back, you have to take a photo of me, and then send it to Ma Ma!" Sitting in the car, he couldn't stop, and he bowed his head and gently fiddled with the crease of the little red flower.
"Well, such a big happy event, of course, let your mother know." Yang Lan took the steering wheel and smiled slightly.
Late...sneaky...嘿嘿嘿