"Didi, Didi......" The movement from the alarm made Yang Yan come back to his senses instantly, and he moved his gaze from the vertical screen to the monitoring in the living room.

From the horizontal screen, Yang Yan saw that Luoluo had just gotten up from the ground, his little buttocks twisted and twisted, and he walked behind the little orange cat, and then climbed down, pressing a little hand on the back of the little orange cat. Yang Yan could only see Luoluo's back from this angle, and he couldn't see what the little girl was doing to the little orange cat.

"I'm tossing meow millet again!" Yang Yan looked at the screen and smiled, "Fortunately, meow millet has a good temper, otherwise it would ......"

Meow millet is indeed good-tempered, may eat a lot, fat and wide-hearted, and now Luoluo is lying on its back, holding a small brush to brush its hair, and it has not reacted violently.

The little guy just turned his head, slightly opened his eyes that seemed to be very sleepy, glanced at the movements of the little master, then raised his head, looked at the eyes of the little master with some confusion, and called weakly: "Mi ......"

What's going on?...... little old girl.

Just now the little girl was tired of drawing water writing paper, and shifted her attention to the orange hair of her little friend, and the orange back hair of meow millet is very good-looking, but in Luoluo's view, the color change is a little too monotonous...... So, the little girl came up with her little brush with great interest!

However, Luoluo encountered a setback at the beginning, and her magical little brush was smeared on Meow Xiaomi's back, but it did not draw black lines as she wished!

Luoluo was still a little hindsight, she stood next to her excitedly, and wiped it on the back of Meow Millet for a long time, and then she was suddenly stunned and found that she hadn't drawn anything.

"Huh?" the little girl tilted her little head in confusion.

Is it because there is no water?

Luoluo felt that it was the kind of situation she had encountered just now, and the clever little girl quickly thought of a solution, she turned back to the position she had just been, and she couldn't reach it, she also sat down patiently, poked the little brush a few times, and reached into the small jar and dipped it in water.

"Hee-hmm......" The little girl grabbed the little brush, and when she saw that the brush on it was wet, she smiled happily, got up from the ground again, and staggered towards the little orange cat.

But Luoluo feels that it can't be done, this little brush seems to have lost its magical magic on Meow Millet, no matter how Luoluo wipes it, it can't wipe out the ink!

Odd......

The little girl grabbed the little brush and looked at her "results" in confusion - just a few handfuls of meow millet hair were turned up by her, and she did not draw a pattern with a story as she thought......

How could it not be?

Luoluo grabbed the small brush and stood to the side blankly, as if he was very puzzled.

But Meow Millet has a reaction!

This time, the feeling of the small brush being wet on the hair after being dipped in a lot of water also made Meow Millet uncomfortable. I saw it subconsciously coil its little body, turn its head, and then its little pink tongue stretched out, licking the place that had just fallen and painted again and again.

Under the licking of its soft little tongue, the flipped hair was gradually combed back into its original shape.

Luoluo stood there in a daze and watched the little orange cat lick her fur, and after a while, she inexplicably felt that this was not good.

How can you destroy your own work?

"Hmm......" Before the little girl could protest with her friends, she heard movement behind her.

"Luoluo, what are you doing?" came Dad's gentle voice.

Luoluo, like a conditioned reflex, immediately turned her little head and saw that it was the real father who came over, and her little face showed a happy smile.

"Hee-huh, Baba!" the little girl turned and ran to her father, her little legs running around on the blanket, always giving the impression that she was in danger of tripping and falling.

But her happy smile was intoxicating, like a spring flower blooming in the park, Yang Yan smiled and bent down and gently hugged the little girl who pounced on his calf.

Although he was in the room and didn't go anywhere, every time he came out, Luoluo was very happy, as if he hadn't seen his father for a long time!

This sticky energy is not only not annoying, but also makes Yang Yan tired of it, and frequently comes out to tease the little girl and experience her dependence on herself.

"What are you doing with Meow Xiaomi?" Yang Yan said to Luoluo with a smile, squatting down and taking down the small brush in Luoluo's hand.

The little girl doesn't know how to protect herself, nor does she know how to distinguish risks, grabbing a small brush and waving it to hug her father, Yang Yan is worried that she will accidentally poke herself.

"Play (do)...... ".......Luoluo listened to his father's question, blinked his eyes, pointed to the little brush, and tried to answer with his father.

The "scarcity" of language could not be explained clearly, the little girl was in a hurry, she struggled in her father's arms, her small body squeezed out, she walked to the little orange cat, just like identifying the "crime scene", the little finger pointed at the little orange cat, and looked at her father.

"You're drawing on Meow Millet, aren't you? Yang Yan smiled and repeated the word to Luoluo.

Luoluo has actually learned a lot of words, but sometimes she can't connect with each other, after her father's reminder, the little girl blinked her bright big eyes, pouted her small mouth, and said softly and glutinously: "Socks and socks ......"

"Draw!" Yang Yan patiently corrected his daughter's pronunciation, he took the brush and gestured, and said to Luoluo.

"Flowey...... Hee-hee!" Luoluo said to her father, but as if she thought it was funny, she suddenly bent her big eyes and laughed with her father inexplicably.

"Yes, paint!" Yang Yan also wanted to give Luoluo a little encouragement.

"But we have to draw on paper, so that we can write and draw, not anywhere else, not on meow millet! He smiled and reasoned with Luoluo, shaking his big hand to let Luoluo understand what not to do.

Don't think that children can't understand what adults say and don't teach, these simple "can't", the little girl can recognize it when she is less than 7 months old, and after many patient education, she will also form good habits.

Of course, now that Luoluo is eighteen months old, she is smarter and more able to understand some simple requests from her father and mother.

Since Yang Yan came out, he simply played with Luoluo, and he dragged the water writing paper and the small jar over. He just smiled and beckoned, and Luoluo dropped Meow Millet and ran into his father's arms.

"Hee-hee!" Luo Luo's two little arms hugged his father's neck, as if hanging on his father's neck, his little head was raised, and he smiled sweetly with his father.

"Come, dad will write to you!" Yang Yan smiled and turned Luo Luo over, let her sit in front of him, and then held the small brush in his hand, bent down slightly, and began to write on the water writing paper on the carpet.

Although the brush is a bit mini, not very suitable, and this posture is a little uncomfortable to write, but Yang Yan still has some skills after all, and a beautiful and powerful italic characters suddenly appeared on the water writing paper.

Of course, Luoluo didn't have the ability to appreciate it, she opened her mouth slightly, watched her father write for a while, and then couldn't sit still.

"Well, well......" The little girl stretched out her little hand and scratched her father's big hand holding the pen, anxiously wanting her father to hand the little brush back to her, and she also wanted to behave in front of her father!

However, at this time, Meow Millet, which was comfortably coiled on the carpet next to her, suddenly raised her head, and she looked at the closed balcony door consciously.

Today was already cloudy, although it didn't rain, but it was damp and gloomy! The lights were on in the living room, and everyone didn't notice it, and the sky outside didn't know when it was already cloudy......

Hanmen said

This is an update on the 14th, and today I was able to finish today's update.