"Eat vegetables, eat more, you are hungry, Xiaobai."
Liuliu sat at the dining table, not recognizing life at all.
Not only does he not recognize his life, he is simply acting as a guest, like a little master.
She asked Zhang Tan and Xiaobai to eat more vegetables instead of just eating.
Although the meal is filling, the most delicious thing is the vegetables.
Eat more vegetables.
Zhang Tan was confused by her and wondered whose family this was.
Child Shen Liuliu asked Xiaobai and him to eat more vegetables, while also eating more vegetables himself.
Fortunately, this child came after dinner. Although she was greedy, she couldn't eat much.
She was full earlier than Xiaobai.
"You guys eat slowly. When you're full, put your bowl and chopsticks here and I'll wash them."
After Liliu finished speaking, she got off the table and ran to play with her friends.
Although she vowed and spoke very thoughtfully, how could Zhang Tan ask her to wash the dishes?
After she patted her belly and watched the cartoon, Zhang Tan and Xiaobai looked at each other. Xiaobai took two bites and was full, so he got down from the table to find his friends.
There was still half of the food on the table, and it would be too wasteful to throw it away if you couldn't finish it, so he rounded it up.
"Shall we continue looking at photos?" Dudu asked Xiaobai.
When Liuliu heard this, he quickly put down the TV, came to Dudu and said, "I don't want to watch anymore, I've finished watching it."
Dudu asked: "Have you just finished reading Duck? I haven't finished it yet."
Liliu: "Who told you to leave midway? We've all finished watching it, so we won't watch anymore."
Luliunao doesn’t understand why there are so many sniffing photos of her in the photos! Can’t she take some good ones?!
Everyone had indeed finished looking at all the photos and didn't want to look at them any more for the time being. After Xiaobai finished his dinner, they went downstairs together.
Zhang Tan stayed at home alone. After finishing the meal, he quickly washed up and returned to the study.
A group of children stayed here just now and made it look like a pig's nest.
He simply tidied up, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looked out at the night outside, and let his mind go. After staying like this for ten minutes, he closed the curtains, sat in front of the computer, and started working.
He first selected ten photos from the three photos of Xiaobai, then logged into his social account, posted the photos, and added the topic of "The Legend of White Snake" and the official account of the crew.
At the same time, he wrote a sentence:
Do you want to see the daily life of Little Xu Xian, Little White Snake and Little Xiao Qing? Now everyone’s wish is fulfilled!
After checking it again, click publish.
The account he used to post is his own and has only over 300,000 followers.
But fortunately, the topic of the White Snake legend was added, and Aite made it official, so not long after it was released, the official account retweeted it, and the popularity quickly increased. Comments, likes and collections soared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Zhang Tan has been online and wants to see everyone's reaction.
He clicked on the comments and saw the previous popular messages.
"Hahahaha, they are so cute, these three little ones are so loving."
"My little white lady may not have become a spirit from a white snake, but from a steamed bun."
"Little Xu Xian is so sassy, my God, so cute. It's much more fun when I was a child than when I grew up."
"Little Xiaoqing is not clever or naive."
"Tianyi is really three little ones!!!"
"Are the three of them good friends in life? Watching their interaction is so fun and loving."
"Who is Zhang Tan? How come he has so many fun photos?"
"Haha, the photos are so funny. The first picture shows Xu Xian and Xiao Qing holding hands, watching the White Snake leave home; the second picture shows the White Snake carrying Xiao Qing, and Xu Xian wants to take it when she sees it; the third picture shows the White Snake eating secretly, Xu Xian persuades her to
She lost weight..."
"Xiao Qing is so silly! She looks like a little winter melon."
"I really want to pinch the white lady's cheek, it's so touching."
…
Netizens are omnipotent. They added text to each of these ten photos, and the daily life of Xu Xian and Suo Laoer, the little fairy, was so vividly displayed in front of everyone.
Zhang Tan read the comments for a while, pushed this Weibo post to Tan Jin'er and Zhu Xiaojing, and then deleted the social account.
He did not turn off the computer, but found a document on the desktop and clicked to open it. It was a comic story sent by Wu Shiying.
After reading Lao Niu's "The Adventures of the Snowman", she also created a story that was more in line with the needs of comics.
Zhang Tan heard Wu Shiying tell this story a few days ago. After giving some suggestions, Wu Shiying improved it and sent the improved story again today.
It took Zhang Tan more than ten minutes to read the story quickly. The story was still the same as before, but some details were improved and logically straightened out to avoid basic logical loopholes.
When Zhang Tan heard it for the first time, he felt that this story was a bit like "Frozen", but now that he has studied it carefully, he found that it is actually not the same, and the gap is still very big.
Regarding Wu Shiying's story, Zhang Tan felt that there was nothing to change. Small changes were meaningless. Major changes would completely overthrow Wu Shiying's setting, which would not make much sense.
He simply started writing "Frozen" himself and then handed it over to Wu Shiying.
There is no ready-made script for "Frozen" on his computer. If he hadn't read Wu Shiying's story, Zhang Tan might not have been able to recall the story.
He reminisces and creates again.
I wrote until half past nine in the evening. I have already finished half of the story. I won’t write it anymore and will continue it tomorrow.
He closed the computer, went out and went downstairs to ask Xiaobai to go home and wash up and go to bed.
If he didn't scream, Xiaobai would definitely delay it until after ten o'clock.
Downstairs has become much quieter, not as busy as in the evening.
Parents kept coming in from outside to pick up their children, and one-third of the classroom was already gone.
Xiaobai and Xiaomi were taking pictures of a little boy. When they finished taking pictures, Zhang Tan stepped forward to ask.
Xiaobai told him that he was helping the little boy create a file and took photos to use in the file.
Zhang Tan couldn't help but be impressed by her, she was already able to help Aunt Huang with these tasks.
At this time, there was a noise in the yard, and then Teacher Xiaoliu hurried in and hurried out again, with a mini medical kit in his hand.
This mini medical box is not a decoration like that of Liuliu, but a real medical box, which contains some commonly used medicines.
Zhang Tan went out to see what was going on and saw Teacher Xiaoliu and Teacher Xiaoyuan wiping a man's arms with alcohol.
"What's wrong? Did you fall?" Zhang Tan stepped forward and asked.
Hearing this, the man raised his head and smiled at him and said, "I accidentally fell while riding my bike."
Zhang Tan had some impression of him, but he didn't know his name.
On the way here, he accidentally fell down while riding his bicycle, and the skin on his arm was bruised and bleeding.
His son stood aside and wiped his tears silently. He lovingly touched the little boy's head with his other uninjured hand and comforted him softly: "It's okay, it's okay. Dad is okay. It's just a little bit of skin. Don't cry."
Already."
The injury was indeed not serious and I was treated with iodophor, but this was lucky. I might not be so lucky if I fall while riding a bike next time.
The father and son left quickly, and Teacher Xiaoliu and Teacher Xiaoyuan were also busy taking care of the children.
There were a lot of parents here at this time. After being busy for a while, it was past ten o'clock and there were less than ten children left in the academy. Teacher Xiaoliu was taking them to the dormitory upstairs to rest.
