How sad is it to be a man who once bleeds on the tip of a knife to learn to thread a needle? I am afraid that people in the world will regret it and cry for it.

But when Yang Yi really made the threading needle, he not only did not feel sad or sad, but he was secretly happy.

"Wow! Dad, Dad, Dad is so amazing!" The little girl shouting in surprise was the source of this secret joy.

When Xixi saw her father using the thread, she looked very casually, she passed through the thin pinhole and couldn't help but stand up. Her little mouth became round, and her big eyes were full of surprise and admiration.

How did it be done?

Although Yang Yi was helping Murphy for the first time, he was helping Murphy, but he had good eyes and his thick and long fingers were also very flexible, so he passed the level in one go.

"Would Xixi try it?" After being admired by her daughter, this guy was a little fluttered and pulled out the thread he had already tied.

Murphy, who was about to take the needle and thread, was angry when he saw this scene. She said angrily: "Get the needle tip and don't stab my daughter!"

Xixi received the thread and was eager to try it, but when she heard the word "thorn", the little girl was a little scared. She pinched the thread with her right hand and shook it back, and her left hand was swaying, and said timidly: "I'm afraid, dad, I'm afraid, it hurts a lot!"

"It's okay, I can't get it. Dad is holding the tip of the head!" Yang Yi comforted the little girl and smiled, "Just look here and pass the thread through this small hole."

"Okay, dad, you have to be careful too!" Xixi hesitated for a moment, and then plucked up the courage to come over, carefully holding his father's shoulder while carefully observing the pinhole.

"Here, take the thread and pass it through." Yang Yi encouraged the little girl.

However, although Xixi had good eyesight, her little hand shook when she was about to kick the thread. The hateful thread end could not get through it.

Her little hand trembled so hard that the threads were swinging up and down, left and right, forming a sharp contrast with her father's hand that was as stable as Mount Tai.

"I can't do it, so I'll do it!" Xixi tried for a while, and finally lost her patience. She pouted her mouth and was unhappy.

"Dad will perform another needle-threading magic for you without looking at the pinhole!" Yang Yi said to Xixi with great enthusiasm, and he enjoyed his daughter's admiring little eyes.

"Okay!" Xixi didn't have to do it herself, but became active again. She jumped over happily, leaning her soft little body against her father's shoulder.

Murphy was also curious about how Yang Yi didn't look at the threading of the pinhole. She held the small ball made of cotton in her hand and moved over, with two pairs of eyes watching Yang Yi.

"Look!" Yang Yi held the needle in his left hand and the thread in his right hand. He held the thread in his mouth. Then he turned his hands over and turned his back to him, holding the needle and thread toward Murphy.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to see." Xixi hurried to her mother's side, sat in her arms, and then giggled, "Okay!"

Yang Yi really didn't look at it. Not only did he block the back of his hand, he also turned his head away from suspicion. He touched the position of the pinhole with his fingers, and then with his right hand pinched the thread head with his right hand.

"Wow!" Murphy couldn't help but cover her mouth and shouted. She could see clearly that the thread was very stable. She just pressed horizontally against the pinhole. Yang Yi gently lifted his right hand and drilled over.

Next, Yang Yi was really like embroidery, with the ring finger and tail finger pressing the line with the index finger and thumb. The index finger and thumb touched the thread head forward along the pinhole, and then gently pulled it, as if the whole person was feeling comfortable!

"Awesome, awesome!" Murphy couldn't help but clap his hands.

Xixi also followed suit and clapped her hands hard. The little girl patted her hands red and kept giggling and smiling.

After letting Yang Yi show off for a long time, he still has to continue to be a doll.

Murphy followed Teacher Shen's instructions and tied the cotton ball up with another thread. This would be the head of the doll, and of course there was a little tail after being tied up.

"Xixi helps her mother to hold it first, hold it here, be careful!" Murphy gave Xixi a small task.

The little girl pinched the cotton ball and started to hit the side.

At this time, Yang Yi had already cut the cotton cloth into two pieces according to Murphy's instructions. Murphy took out the long piece, folded it in half, sewed it into thread according to the instructions, and made a small pocket.

"Go to Xixi!" Murphy smiled, she stretched out her small pocket, pointed to the cotton wool beside her, and said, "Xixi helped Mama take some cotton wool and stuffed it in."

It feels so good to be able to help. Xixi is full of motivation. She squats down and stands up. She keeps filling the small pocket with cotton wool, and her face is filled with a happy smile.

But she didn't know how to use it for a lot at one time, and then tear it apart and stuff it...

"Okay, it's almost done, Xixi gives that ball to Moma!" Murphy said.

Yang Yi had nothing to do now, so he watched. Murphy stuffed the wool ball part of the neck into the bag, and then his head was tightly pressed against the pocket.

After the stitching made it firm, the prototype of the doll had appeared.

But before it was over, the square cotton cloth was taken over by Murphy. She sewed the four sides and then folded them diagonally. She took the prototype just now, wrapped her head with the center of the cotton cloth.

This part was a bit complicated. Murphy took it away alone, while Xixi was squatting beside her, her little face tightly, as if she was the one who was stitching, and she was so nervous that she pursed her little mouth.

The smooth side is the face, the wrinkled side is deliberately made for the hair, then tie knots at both ends of the bottom line, make the doll's hands, sew the thread, and a simple ragdoll is done!

"Okay, it's done!" Murphy shook the doll in his hand and handed it to Xixi, and asked with a smile, "Xixi, what do you think?"

"Good!" Xixi nodded quickly, and she pouted, "It's better than what Teacher Shen did!"

"Really? That mom is really so happy!" Murphy smiled from ear to ear, happier than releasing a platinum record.

"But, I don't want to bring it to Teacher Shen anymore, and I like it too." Xixi held the doll tightly and said hesitantly to her mother.

"Why?" Murphy was puzzled.

"Because I have to hold it to sleep at night!" Xixi felt that this doll was of great significance. It was made by her father, mother, and Xixi, which completely replaced the original position of the Big Bear Baby in her mind.

"You can take it to hand in your homework, you can still get it back!" Murphy corrected Xixi's wrong thoughts with amusement and cry, then turned to follow Yang Yi who was watching TV and said, "Yang Yi, come and promise your daughter that you will help Xixi get this doll back with Teacher Shen!"

"Well, I promise." Yang Yi replied perfunctorily.

"What are you looking at?" Murphy asked curiously.

"Ah? I didn't see anything." Yang Yi was still panicked and wanted to hide it.

Murphy walked over suspiciously and saw the recording of yesterday's program being played on TV, and then he was singing the song affectionately on TV.

"If you want to see, just turn on the sound! Why do you do it secretly?" Murphy blushed and twisted Yang Yi's soft flesh on his waist angrily, although it was not soft there.

Last night, the show started at 10 o'clock, and Xixi had already fallen asleep, and Yang Yi and Murphy were sitting in the living room watching the show.

Murphy didn't want to watch it. She felt that she was ugly when she appeared on variety shows, but Yang Yi insisted on watching it, and she also wanted to listen to her singing that song.

Now Murphy still remembers Yang Yi's expression at that time, and he was very focused on listening and watching, just like a little fan.

"Tell me, are you thinking of me when you sing this song?" Yang Yi listened carefully and included the changes in her expression throughout the process. Then he hugged Murphy in his arms, looked at her, and asked this gently.

Murphy said stubbornly, but she couldn't help laughing.

"I'm still saying no, you took Xixi with you, not staying abroad, and came back across the ocean. Don't you want to see who else can I have?" Yang Yi scratched her itch.

Murphy couldn't stand the tickling, so she struggled and confessed to being lenient in laughter.

However, it was too late to confess, and she underestimated the inhumane rules of the Yang family.

Yang Yi didn't say anything and directly applied to her family law.

Just in time to resist the punishment of sternness and the previous punishment of taking out pillows, Yang Yi, who was energetic, asked Murphy to kneel down on the sofa in the living room to confess, and torture on the big bed for a while. Finally, Murphy, who almost fainted in the clouds, sat down on the bottom of the prison...

Murphy doesn't remember anything later. When she woke up the next day, she "she sleeps with Yang Yi as mentioned earlier.

"I hope I can send you thousands of miles until I end my journey and depend on you for the rest of my life..." Yang Yi didn't know when he heard her words, and turned the sound of the TV up. Murphy was pulled back by his singing from the memory that made her blush yesterday.

"Ouch!" Yang Yi pulled his feet back in pain. He was stepped on by Murphy. It was not too painful. He looked at Murphy for no reason, "What are you doing? Why are you stepping on me?"

"Who made you always think about doing bad things!" Murphy said angrily with a blushing face.

"What bad things do?" Yang Yi was really confused.

He just listened to Murphy singing, was he doing something bad?

What logic...
Chapter completed!