I couldn't go back to my hometown with my grandfather and grandmother, Xixi was sad for a long time yesterday, but after sleeping and getting up, the little girl's mood returned to optimism and cheerfulness - with her father and mother by her side, what is there to be unhappy?

"There is always a colorful river winding in the fairy tale town, contaminated with the perverse atmosphere of magic, but it twists and turns in love...... "Chinese New Year's Eve The day before, this morning when the flavor of the year was not too strong, kicked off with Murphy's gentle singing.

Yang Yi went out, and he hurried to buy materials for the New Year when it was not yet the thirtieth of the Chinese New Year's Eve and some shops had not yet closed. Speaking of which, this is also the first Spring Festival that he has personally organized as the head of the family, so Yang Yi has to spend this year more exquisitely.

Murphy was idle, so he brought Yang Yi's guitar and played and sang some songs to Xi Xi and Xiao Yu, although she didn't often play the guitar, but she was also a musician, and this basic skill was still mastered.

Xi Xi listened happily on the side, her eyebrows fluttered, and she also stepped on the sofa and jumped around, if she met the familiar part, the little girl also sang along with her mother.

"I heard that Peter Pan is not a big ......," Murphy shook his head slightly, and looked at his daughter with beautiful eyes and a smile.

Xixi threw herself forward and threw herself to her mother's side, her long hair floated to her sideburns, the little girl thought it was very funny, and she giggled twice, this laughter made her rush to sing, and she didn't have time to breathe, and her voice seemed a little out of breath.

I only heard Xixi singing: "Jack, he has a harp and magic...... I heard that there is a candy house in Mmmmmm, and Cinderella lost her beloved glass slipper......"

There are also places where words are forgotten, but what is even more mischievous is her singing voice, which perfectly interprets the word cynicism.

"No, it's out of tune!" Murphy said with a smile.

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You can't hold the little one all the time, so the family has placed a small four-legged blue rocking bed in the living room, which looks like a small boat suspended in mid-air, which can be gently rocked in a small way.

Xiao Yu was lying in the shaking bed, because she was right next to her mother, she could easily look at her mother and hear her mother and sister singing.

"Hee-hee, brother, he's laughing!" Xixi slipped down from the sofa with great interest, sat on the carpet, and looked at his brother in the shaker.

Singing is fun, but it's even more fun!

I saw the little girl holding a balloon hammer with a yellow grip and a red cartoon pattern, gesturing and gesturing in front of her younger brother.

However, Xiao Yu didn't reach out to grab it, he could only watch, his fleshy little arm twisted slightly, grinning toothless little mouth, and let out a string of laughs very happily.

"Brother, do you want to play, but you can't play!" The bad sister giggled and teased Xiao Yu.

Murphy watched from the sidelines, and couldn't help but be happy for the warm interaction between the siblings.

However, she also saw that Xiao Yu was still having a runny nose, not much, but thinking about what she looked like when she had a cold, she could know how uncomfortable Xiao Yu was when she was in a cold.

I have to say that although Xiao Yu has a cold, but the mental state is not bad, the little guy seems to have a very optimistic attitude, when he had diarrhea before, his body was weak, but the little guy was in the arms of his father and mother, he would still tease and tease, so he opened his big eyes and smiled "yah, yah".

If he learns to speak, will he be happier to express his emotions in new words?

Of course, I still have to help Xiao Yu blow his nose, I saw Murphy first use a small towel to help the little guy wipe off the snot outside his nose, and then from the coffee table next to him, tear off some medical cotton balls, twist them into the shape of a small stick, and gently put them into Xiao Yu's nose and dip the snot out of his nose.

Murphy was doing it very seriously, and Xi Xi was also watching with interest from the side.

And Xiao Yu, who was lying on the shaker, didn't know why, so he looked at his mother with wide eyes, looking at his mother's face that made him feel comfortable.

After a while, he himself was inexplicably amused again, and laughed with his hands dancing.

"Don't move, and this side of the nose. Murphy funnily gently pressed the little hand raised by Xiao Yu, looking at this little baby who loves to laugh, the mood is really no way to be bad!

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Yang Yi came back from a big purchase almost noon, but he was busy preparing lunch, although Murphy could help wash the rice and cook rice, but Yang Yi still had to do the stir-frying, so all the things he bought back were left for the afternoon to be sorted out.

In the afternoon, on the table in the side hall, Yang Yi prepared pen and ink, and the big gold-inlaid red paper was cut by him and spread on the table in a thick stack, looking like he was going to sell Spring Festival couplets.

"Baba, what are you doing?" Xixi was very interested, she followed behind her father's ass, looking at her father Zhang Luo.

Baozi also followed Xixi's ass, this guy is Xixi's henchman now, of course, it is also very interested in Xiao Yu, but for the time being, the big master does not let it play with Xiao Yu.

"You want to write Spring Festival couplets, let's take a look at Baba writing, okay?" Murphy hugged Xiao Yu, came from the living room, sat on the chair next to him, and said with a smile.

"Yes!" In fact, without the mother to say, the little girl had climbed into the chair with great interest, stood on the chair, propped up the table, and watched curiously as her father dipped the ink on the inkstone with a brush.

Yang Yi's face was a little serious, he knew calligraphy and had learned it in his previous life, but, in comparison, his calligraphy could only be said to be acceptable, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, chess and books were not as good as his piano and painting. And it's been a long time since I've written big characters, so Yang Yi thought about it before he waved his wrist.

"Smooth sailing, auspicious stars arrive, all the best is coming...... Wealth is abundant!" Murphy watched Yang Yi write, and read it out word by word.

Yang Yi uses a square European style regular script, which looks neat and steady, and the strokes are as steep and rugged as a cliff! Of course, compared to the line of calligraphy and the big seal, this regular script is very easy to recognize!

After writing a Spring Festival couplet, Yang Yi paused, looked at the word he wrote, and shook his head with some regret, he hadn't written a brush for too long, and it seemed a little rusty!

Murphy originally watched it with relish, and her heart was full of pride, feeling that Yang Yi was really versatile and knew everything, but when she saw Yang Yi shaking her head and crumpling the written Spring Festival couplets and throwing them away, she couldn't help but scream in surprise.

"Why throw it away? Isn't it well written?" asked Murphy.

Xixi was also confused, but she still couldn't understand what her father was doing, so she just watched in confusion.

"The writing is very substandard, the penmanship is stiff, and when I close the pen, the tip of the pen is too sticky, so I'll write another one!" Yang Yi said with a smile.

"Well...... then," Murphy said regretfully.

Then, Murphy watched Yang Yi write again, and read: "The days increase the years, the people increase the longevity, the spring is full of blessings, and Vientiane is renewed ......."

This time, Yang Yi wrote a little more satisfying to him, and he didn't throw it away again.

"Do you recognize this character?" Yang Yi pointed to the word "year" in the Spring Festival couplets with some surprise, which is the traditional Chinese character of the year, Yang Yi wrote such a traditional Chinese Spring Festival couplet a little sullenly, compared to "門" and other words, the traditional Chinese characters of this year are much more complicated.

"I've lived in Port City anyway, okay?" Murphy grinned, "Besides, you think I'm so stupid?

Yang Yi forgot about this stubble, he shook his head with a smile and continued to write.

He prepared a lot of red paper for the Spring Festival couplets, just to throw away some poorly written. Xi Xi watched her father write big characters intently on the side, not knowing if her father's serious attitude could plant a serious seed in the little girl's heart.