There are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkeys are kings.

When Bai Shaohua was not at home, the mother and wife were about to go crazy.

Su Xing picked up Xiaoling Xiaoye from class every day, ordered a meal, and then went back to Su's house with someone to bring food. They were very lively at home, and once they were very happy to see the sketch illustrations that their mother had drawn for their travelogue, and they clamored to draw them too.

So Su Xing bought them pencils and crayons and asked them to draw in the study. Gradually, they were not satisfied with drawing on paper, sometimes on the floor, sometimes on the wall.

She was amazed at the children's ability to learn, and at first they didn't like the four different drawings, but gradually they became more and more presentable. On a whim, she also picked up a pen and drew from upstairs to downstairs with her child, and of course, she still drew quite well (she thought so).

Therefore, I am reluctant to rub it.

Every day, as long as she is interested, she and the children add branches and leaves, and gradually draw the graffiti on the wall into a long picture. When the painting reaches the door, the lady high-fives celebrates, and then goes to the leisure house to have a big meal to celebrate.

The interior walls of the child's father's house are antique bricks, which cannot be painted unless they are painted on the ceiling.

The couple said that they would not guide their abilities before the child was three years old, and they didn't know what happened to Xiaoling Ono's abilities now, and whether they had broken through Tingyushi's ban again.

Thinking about it, Su Xing didn't expose any worried emotions, for fear of causing the children's uneasiness.

She has to believe in the children and their fathers, and believe in the children.

To do both, she must learn to let go and let her children play freely.

The mother and sister spent the night directly in the Su house on the weekend, and the Xiaoling sisters and brothers liked to listen to their mother's bedtime stories, all of which were in the history books. Occasionally, I tell a short story or two of Western history, but the children are still more interested in China, especially in the creative category.

"Mommy, the ancients knew how to make paper, would you?" Ono asked one evening, looking forward to it.

"Yes, but with the help of both of you. Su Xing said with a smile.

She didn't lie, she did it with Chen Yueran when she was in college, and she did it four times before she succeeded. She has a record of every process, looking for the reasons for the failure, and then revisiting the record after success, and the reasons for the failure are clear at a glance.

Just do it, Su Xing decided to do it with the children, and called Shaojun at the moment to ask for tomorrow's leave for Xiaoling Ono.

"Okay, this is also learning, not taking leave. By the way, count me in. When Bai Shaojun heard that she was going to lead the children's army to make paper, he was immediately interested.

Of course, it's good, in the mountains, one more person to take care of.

The next day, Su Xing and the two little radish heads got up early in the morning, had breakfast in the leisure house, and went up the mountain with Bai Shaojun, who had just gotten off work.

"Don't you have to rest?" she said worriedly about his routine.

Bai Shaojun smiled and said, "What Uncle Chang said, this is also exercise. "Sitting, sitting, and lying down are all practices.

They are all adults, knowing their physical condition, Su Xing no longer talks much.

Along the way, the villagers were very curious when they saw that Miss Su, who rarely went out, actually took her child up the mountain, and greeted her from afar.

Su Xing raised her hand and responded, and the two children did the same.

Seeing this, the child's mother became stubborn, and when she passed by the health center, she taught the children to wave to the old people in the morning and shouted: "Comrades, morning!"

"Good morning, comrades!"

"Comrades have worked hard!"

"Comrades have worked hard!"

It made everyone laugh, and the originally orderly team was also messed up.

Someone smiled and asked, "Susu, where to take the child?"

"Go up the hill and pick up the bark. ”

"Papermaking. The children also said crisply.

"Yo, so powerful?"

"Hmm. The children nodded solemnly, and there was a great attitude of success if they didn't succeed.

The girl's childish demeanor made Bai Shaojun unable to straighten his waist, and he smiled while taking a camera behind him to record.

When she arrived at the mountain, Su Xing looked around: "The trees here can be cut down, right?"

"Yes, several nearby hills are all covered by Yunling Village. Bai Shaojun said.

In order to avoid the damage to the environment of the village by private contractors in the future, the health center and the leisure house have jointly contracted a large area of the mountain. Planting trees every year, grazing small animals, and strictly preventing predators from invading the village have always been followed up.

As long as she didn't break the law, Su Xing was relieved and began to choose suitable small trees to start with.

After choosing, without her hands, Bai Shaojun recorded it with one hand, and cut down the small tree with one knife. Then peel the bark directly on the mountain, which she does herself. The children were eager to try, but unfortunately their strength was too small, and little by little they were like peeling the dander on their fingers.

Su Xing didn't urge them, she did her own.

After peeling a certain amount, a few people dragged a few tree trunks down the mountain and dried the skin in the courtyard of Su's house, and the few slippery tree trunks were split into firewood by Su Xing and dried in the yard, intending to be used to burn the stove for heating in winter.

The papermaking step is not complicated, but it takes time.

After drying, it is thrown into the river to soak for several days, and it is boiled...... The children were involved in the whole process and took notes at their mother's instructions.

However, the children's patience is limited, and the longer the time passes, the less interested they become, and they gradually slack off.

Su Xing was not reluctant, let them go back to the third floor to attend classes, and continue to do it themselves.

She couldn't tolerate giving up halfway, and she knew that she couldn't force her three-year-old to do what she wanted.

Not long after she did it alone, the children ran to her again and shouted for help. She thought the children had come out to play on their own, and happily guided them to the next steps.

In fact, it was Bai Shaojun who let them see her operating alone on the third floor, and while re-arousing the children's interest, he also reminded them: "It was you who said that you wanted to learn to make paper, and your mother taught you to do it, and you gave up halfway will make her very sad and hard......"

Without being reminded by him, the children ran out on their own.

As Uncle Chang said, every step of life is a kind of practice, a course that must be learned.

Seeing the mother and son busy on the screen, Bai Shaojun smiled and directly connected to someone remotely.

It had always been like this, as he had explained when he first went out of the house.

Finally, when a piece of rough hard paper was picked up, the mother and son folded their palms and happily said "yes!"

Seeing this, the father of the child who was far away couldn't help but feel a trace of relief in his indifferent eyes......

The mother often lives in the Su house, and Su Xing often goes back to clean up and water the plants in the house.

The epiphany has been planted for more than two years, and the plant is stout, with lush branches and leaves, bright and green.

It's a pity that it hasn't bloomed yet.

Bai Shaohua often said that it was afraid of the cold, and closed the skylight every year on the winter solstice. This year, he was not at home, Su Xing came back on the day of the winter solstice to close the skylight, and the faint sunlight came down through the window, and she picked up the small kettle next to her to spray it with water.

It has always been the child's father who takes care of it, Su Xing rarely pays attention to it, and today I found that there are only epiphylls in the entire long flower bed, and there is not a single weed next to it.

In the past, there was a round porcelain jar planted with lotus in the center, and there were other flowers and plants in the flower bed as a foil, and the whole patio was full of vitality.

Now it looks like this, it's quite lonely, although it's the eldest one.

As he was looking, he suddenly heard a noise at the door.

Su Xing subconsciously looked up at the clock on the wall, it was only ten o'clock in the morning, did the children get out of class early today?

Hearing the door shut, "Koling Ono?" she shouted as she watered the kettle, "So early today?"

"They're still in class. A mature male voice reminded her of who was coming back.