The ups and downs of life have never been experienced, but now the little girl can be said to have experienced a "big ups and downs"! Everyone has already slid down from the side of the bed, just waiting for the little feet to step on the ground, but in a blink of an eye, she was pushed and shoved back to the bed by her parents.

"Hmm, yes, I want to go down ......" After Luoluo reacted, he hummed nonchalantly.

"Are you going down to play with Dad, but there's ink there, it's dirty, and Mom will have to bathe you later!" Xia Yu saw the inkwell that Yang Yan had placed on the ground, and felt that it was not safe, so he persuaded him.

"It's okay, I'm tight. Yang Yan screwed the lid that had just been opened, and said with a smile, "Dad, it's okay to pay attention, come on, Luoluo, come to Dad!"

Yang Yan could understand Xia Yu's worries, but he felt that Luo Luo was watching from the sidelines and felt more involved than her sitting on the bed! He also hoped that his story could stimulate the little girl's potential in artistic creation.

Xia Yu had no choice but to let Luo fall, and also advised: "Put on slippers, the floor is very cold!"

Taking care of children is indeed not an easy thing, a cold-faced policewoman like Xia Yu has now forgotten how to write the word "cold", all kinds of little things are concerned, and she is about to catch up with Yang Yan's nagging!

After she was carried to the ground by her mother, she was like a loose little wild horse, barefoot and pounced on her father, who would always hold her lovingly.

"Hee-hee!" I saw the little girl hugging her father's shoulder, smiling with her father, as if she had been able to come to her father's side with great difficulty!

Mom's eyes were on fire, and with the help of her father's big hands, her two little white feet were lifted up in turn and put on their little slippers.

"When Dad was young, people's lives were very simple, even during the Spring Festival, there weren't too many entertainment programs, like computers, singing K, watching movies, etc., there were no in Dad's small county!" Yang Yan hugged Luoluo's little body with one hand, pinched the brush he took with the other, and continued to tell the story with a smile.

"So during the Spring Festival, everyone is at home at night to watch the Spring Festival Gala, or all kinds of singing and sketch programs, and then during the day, go out to go shopping and visit the market. But on the first day of the Lunar New Year, the most interesting thing is the Workers' Cultural Palace, a cultural activity sponsored by the county's Cultural Bureau, including guessing lantern riddles, couplets, etc., and there are also balloons and nesting dolls around the venue!"

"It's just a pity, when my eldest brother and I, that is, my uncle, followed Luoluo's grandfather you haven't seen before, and went to the Cultural Palace together, we didn't go to play those games, we were going to the calligraphy exhibition organized by the Calligraphy Association! Luoluo, your grandfather's calligraphy is very good, when he was still there, the county would invite him to write calligraphy every year!" Yang Yan pinched the brush in a standard posture and said softly and Luoluo.

Luoluo looked at the brush her father was holding, her big eyes blinked, the little girl didn't say anything, she felt that the story told by her father was very important, and she listened very carefully!

"Grandpa is really good! Xia Yu praised from the bottom of her heart, her mother and grandfather are both teachers, and they are also from a scholarly family, so although she did not take the academic route, she still has a high respect for cultural people.

She thought that Yang Yan came over with a brush and an ink bottle to write calligraphy, but she didn't expect that the story that Yang Yan told next changed the conversation.

"When Dad was eight or nine years old, it was like this, Dad and your uncle went to guess lantern riddles, and also got a bottle of Jianlibao soda, and there was Jianlibao at that time, and the prize was a Journey to the West painting book, so thick, Dad remembered it very clearly! Yang Yan smiled and gestured with his hand to Luoluo, "Dad, like Luoluo, liked to read books when he was a child!"

Yang Yan wasn't quite sure if his daughter could understand his tirade, but he saw the look in the little girl's bright big eyes, and his little mouth that was happily upturned at this time, he felt that Luoluo was so smart that he would definitely be able to understand, even if he couldn't understand all of them, he should be able to understand the gist of the story he told.

"When Dad and Uncle returned to your grandfather with the prize they won, they found that the adults there were all coaxing and saying that you should let your grandfather paint. Yang Yan said lightly about the disputes at that time.

The literati were light, and there were one or two people who, under the banner of separating calligraphy and painting, wanted to see Old Man He Guoxing make a fool of himself in public! Yang Yan was still young at the time, and he didn't know the cause of the incident and how it started in the first place.

But the original scene was indeed tense, he just didn't want to describe Luoluo in too much detail.

"Your grandfather can't draw, he can only write calligraphy, but if you want to draw, you have to draw at a high level, and you won't be laughed at by others, so what should I do?" Yang Yan sold.

Luoluo still obediently snuggled in her father's arms, but her eyes were looking at her father tightly, as if she had been immersed in her father's story and listened to it very fascinated.

Xia Yu, who was anxious, couldn't hold it back, and she urged eagerly: "Hey, go on!

Yang Yan smiled, turned upside down, pointed to the brush he was still placing on the ground with the tip of the brush, and said: "Later, when he saw us coming back, grandpa's eyes lit up, and he took the bottle of soda from your uncle's hand!"

Seeing that Luoluo was so well-behaved and didn't mess with the things on the ground, Yang Yan also withdrew his arm, because he was about to paint!

I saw him unscrew the inkwell, and the brush reached in and dipped it in the ink - for the time being, there was no way to make the four treasures of the study comprehensive, so I could only pay attention to it like this.

"Luoluo, look, your grandfather was very cool at that time, he picked up his pen and wrote a big 'plum' on the rice paper, the plum blossom of the plum blossom! Luoluo, that is the plum blossom we saw on the mountain, but it was not white. Yang Yan turned his head to look at Luoluo, and then wrote the word "Mei" on the large piece of white paper he brought over.

The ink soaked the white paper, after all, it was not professional rice paper, Yang Yan's white paper was relatively thin, but fortunately he put the paper skin of the express box under it.

Dad wrote big characters, Luoluo still wanted to see it, but the little girl found that Dad's arm covered half of her vision, she couldn't help it, and pressed her little hand on Dad's elbow, wanting to pull Dad's arm down, so that she could see more clearly.

The little girl's strength is not great, but it still affects her father's writing, Yang Yan's hand shook, and the last horizontal of the word "Mei" was directly stretched long, and it was crooked!

Is this a writing flaw?

Xia Yu saw it and couldn't help complaining: "Oh, Luoluo, how can you move your father's hand?

The little girl seemed to realize that she had made a mistake, and she stood helplessly beside her father, looking at her mother pitifully, as if she was afraid that she would blame her and her father.

Yang Yan laughed.