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"The little fox and the little rooster went to the valley to pick mushrooms. The two of them crossed mountains and ridges and finally came to the beautiful valley. The little cock picked less mushrooms, but the little fox picked more mushrooms, so..." Zhao Fusheng said He paused here, and smiled at Fan Beibei.

He was about to tell Fan Beibei that he had to learn to share things with his friends, but he saw Fan Beibei blinked his eyes and asked himself strangely: "Guokuo, why doesn't the little fox eat the little cock? The little chicken Isn't stewed mushrooms delicious?"

what?

Zhao Fusheng felt bad all of a sudden.

He finally understood why his father ran away in despair.

Fan Beibei is a snack, and his brain circuit is too clear.

Chapter 19 The language is not astonishing and endless

We always use a self-righteous attitude to override the world of children.I gradually realized that the perception of the world has never been divided into ages. In many cases, the world in the eyes of children is simpler than we imagined.

Sometimes an unintentional sentence can warm a person.

Fan Beibei's childlike words made Zhao Fusheng speechless, because he had no choice but to find that the so-called fairy tales in his mind had no logic in the strict sense.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng gritted his teeth and said: "The turtle can't run the little white rabbit on the ground, but in the water, the little white rabbit can't swim as fast as the tortoise, which shows that we must do what we are best at. "

Fan Beibei was very satisfied with this story, the little girl bit her fingernails, blinked her eyes wide, and concluded: "So, Beibei can't compare himself with Guoguo."

"Why?" Zhao Fusheng was confused.

"Because Guoguo is taller than Beibei." Fan Beibei said naturally.

Zhao Fusheng sighed, he felt that he still had a long way to go in coaxing the children.

"Guokuo, can you sing Little Star?"

"Hey?"

"Twinkle and twinkle, the sky is full of little stars..."

The immature child's voice sounded, and Zhao Fusheng suddenly felt that his mood had calmed down.

As a result, after the little girl finished singing, she blinked and looked at Zhao Fusheng: "Guokuo, you can sing too!"

Zhao Fusheng, who is tone deaf, would dare to sing to the little girl. After thinking for a while, his eyes lit up: "Babe, how about my brother teaching you how to draw?"

After all, he studied advertising. Zhao Fusheng is very proficient in all kinds of miscellaneous studies, especially things like painting. Sometimes good ideas come to mind and need to be drawn, so although Zhao Fusheng's painters can't be called It's a profession, but at least it's better than the average person.

"Painting?" Fan Beibei looked at Zhao Fusheng with doubts in his eyes.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled, took out the paper and pen, sketched a few times on the white paper, and a simple character sketch came out, with a princess dress, a round face, big eyes, and a smiling face.

"Wow, it's Beibei!"

Fan Beibei was amazed. For a small person, it took only a few minutes for a powerful pot to draw a picture, which is already very powerful.

"How is it, Beibei, is brother good?" Zhao Fusheng asked with a smile.

"Yeah, wok wok is amazing!" Fan Beibei clapped his hands happily.

Zhao Fu let out a sigh of relief, he has a great sense of accomplishment now, after all, it is not easy to make this little girl worship him.

The two of them put their heads together and began to scribble on the paper. Of course, Fan Beibei imitated Zhao Fusheng, and Zhao Fusheng pointed out the little girl.

When Li Yuan and Zhao Ma came in, they saw two people, one big and one small, having a great time playing there.

"Mom." Beibei heard the sound of the door opening, looked up and saw Li Yuan, and was immediately overjoyed.

Li Yuan's face was still pale, and when she heard Beibei's words, she showed a smile: "Beibei is good, did you make trouble?"

"No, Beibei is the most obedient, Guoguo taught me how to draw..." The little girl tremblingly leaned towards her mother, and began to talk about what she had done in the afternoon.

Li Yuan touched her head kindly, and then looked at Zhao Fusheng: "Fusheng, thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay, Auntie, sit down."

Zhao Fusheng asked Li Yuan to sit down, and then said to his mother, "My dad went shopping for vegetables, didn't you and Aunt Li meet him?"

"I'm playing chess with someone downstairs." Zhao Ma raised the food in her hand: "Isn't this what he gave us?"

Zhao Fusheng finally confirmed that his father was clearly avoiding the matter of looking after the child.

"By the way, why didn't the baby come back?" Mother Zhao suddenly remembered that she hadn't seen Fan Baobao, and asked Li Yuan strangely.

Li Yuan shook her head: "She must be home soon."

For some reason, Zhao Fusheng always felt that Li Yuan's complexion was worse than when he saw her last time.

Frowning, he opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know where to start. After all, he was just an ordinary person. Even though he had a lot of prophetic "king bombs", it was not him who was born, aged, sick and died. able to control.

Sighing slightly, Zhao Fusheng had no choice but to hand over Fan Beibei to Li Yuan.

Zhao's mother cooks in person and cooks a large table of dishes. Fan Baobao and Zhao's father happened to go upstairs together.

"Sit down and eat." Zhao Ma said to everyone with a smile.

For her, it is undoubtedly very happy to see this warm scene.

"It's so rich and fragrant." Fan Baobao is also very happy. She grew up in front of Zhao's parents and Zhao's mother. Apart from Zhao Fusheng, she has a really good relationship with Zhao's parents and Zhao's mother.

"Girl, go and wash your hands." Mama Zhao said with a smile as she stretched out her hand and tapped Fan Baobao on the head.

Seeing Fan Baobao rubbing his head and obediently washing his hands, Li Yuan smiled a little more, rubbed his little daughter's head lightly, and looked at Zhao's mother: "Baby, there are many problems with this child, and you will have more troubles in the future." Take it easy."

"Look at what you said, I watched this girl grow up, she is no different from my own daughter." Zhao Mama rolled her eyes at her good sister, "You can enjoy yourself."

The relationship between the two families is there, and there are some things that are okay to say now.

Seeing the expression on Li Yuan's face, Zhao Fusheng's heart skipped a beat and he thought of something, but he didn't speak.

After all, before he was reborn, he was already in his forties. Maybe a young man could not observe things, but with his age and experience, he could still see some clues if he observed carefully.

Li Yuan has a health problem!

This was Zhao Fusheng's judgment. Thinking of this, he opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Fan Baobao came back after washing his hands, and sighed helplessly, Zhao Fusheng had no choice but to shut his mouth and find a chance to remind his mother.

Li Yuan, mother and daughter, plus the Zhao family, sat at the table and ate. During the dinner, Fan Beibei occasionally acted cute, which won everyone a burst of laughter.

"Baby, are you going on summer vacation soon?" Li Yuan suddenly asked her eldest daughter.

Fan Baobao was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "The holiday is almost a month away, what's the matter, Mom."

"After the holiday, you should take the time to get the certificate with Fusheng."