Everyone was happy for Su Linyan, "Longbao, you are so awesome, shout Linyan again."
"Dad~Dad~"
Su Linyan kissed his son's face in one mouthful. He didn't have to envy his second brother anymore. He also had a "small pendant" on his body, and he slapped in one mouthful.
On the way back, Mrs. Su sat in the passenger seat to watch the road for her husband.
The middle row was the family of three. Su Linyan couldn't bear to take his eyes away from his son's face. The family, who had just slept for a while, was no longer sleepy at this moment.
The two elders of the Su family in the back row held Xiao Qinglong's hand and teased him one after another, "Sing a show for Grandpa Zeng."
It was already two o'clock in the morning when I got home.
Little Qinglong fell asleep again lying in his mother's arms.
The Su family has almost been cleaned up, and the Jiang family is still working slowly.
Jiang Chenshao continued to explain all the tasks, and Jiang's family also had time to go on vacation.
Gu Nuanxi recently lived at the Jiang family with her son.
Mr. Jiang shouted that he missed his grandson every day, but he couldn't get used to living in the villa in Yenan, so the three of them had to come and live with the old man.
But after living here, Mr. Jiang felt that his grandson was making trouble, "Be good, this bamboo cannot be cut down. This is the Feng Shui bureau of grandpa. Grandson cannot shake it."
Gu Nuanxi went over and slapped his son's little butt, "Let go, don't slap grandpa's bamboo."
Xiaoshanjun pouted and got beaten. His little paws let the bamboo go.
Gu Nuanxi picked up her son and asked her father, "Dad, what other feng shui does this bamboo have?"
"Hehe, you don't know this. There is bamboo in the courtyard, and filial sons are born at home. The Feng Shui of our family is what my father found to see." Mr. Jiang was very proud.
Gu Nuanxi hugged her son tightly and asked, "Dad, have you been cheated?"
Mr. Jiang: “…”
Xiaoshanjun also looked at his grandfather, and he shouted, "You're cheating~"
The bamboo storm has just passed.
In the afternoon, the sun was gentle, and Mr. Jiang took out his pen and ink, cut the red paper, and planned to write the Spring Festival couplets by himself.
The mother and son were enthusiastic about going over to "help".
Gu Nuanxi held the scissors, "Shanjun, mom cuts the window flowers for you, cuts a little tiger."
When Xiaoshanjun saw this, he also learned to draw a piece of red paper with a skillful look and tear it out with his little hands.
Mr. Jiang disappeared for two minutes and then passed by, "Where is the red paper I just cut?"
Xiaoshanjun raised the debris in his hand and "Press this~"
Mr. Jiang: “…”
Before Mr. Jiang got angry, Gu Nuanxi led his son and ran away.
Later, Mr. Jiang cut the red paper again, and Xiaoshanjun sat on the steps, looking at the window flowers in his mother's hand.
However, when I saw my grandfather holding a brush, rolling up his sleeves, dipping ink, and dancing to "draw" on it.
Xiaoshanjun got up, and he walked over with his short legs again...
Gu Nuanxi focused on her flower cutting, and she didn't know if she was empty around her.
Until the quarrel, "Little grandson! Your paws are loose."
Gu Nuanxi looked up, and the little guy didn't say a word in his little hand, grabbed his grandfather's brush, and the little fat claws held a hand with black ink. He was frightened by his grandfather and started to cry. Looking at his expression, his little crying face was extremely aggrieved.
Judging from the action, Jiang Tianzhi is the little murderer.
Gu Nuanxi put down the things in her hand and hurried over. "Let go, grandpa is writing, don't disturb me."
Xiaoshanjun lay on the table, never letting go.
"If you don't let go, your mother will be the treasure." Gu Nuanxi intimidated.
When he opened the little guy's little hand, he was so angry that he "snap" and the little paw fell on the couplet with a small doll's claw print.