After sending Wu Yue and Zhang Qian'an away, Wang Xia saw that the time was not early, it was time to coax Yiyi to sleep, after some washing, Yiyi immediately entered the state and prepared to listen to the story, looking at Wang Xia with a pair of watery eyes full of anticipation.

"Yiyi, Mom told me where Sun Wukong was going, and Dad will tell you about it. Wang Xia wanted to continue to tell Yiyi about Journey to the West, but Yiyi said: "Ma Ma has finished telling Sun Wukong, and Baba will tell a new story to Yiyi." ”

Wang Xia was a little surprised, but when he finished talking, he just told other stories, what story to tell, he really didn't bother, I have Grimm's fairy tales, One Thousand and One Nights, Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales in hand, there are so many small stories, you can tell which story you want.

"Then Dad will tell Yiyi a story about an ugly duckling," Wang Xia said to Yiyi tenderly.

"Okay, okay, baba. Yiyi excitedly urged Wang Xia, Wang Xia couldn't help laughing when she saw her daughter so anxious, "Once upon a time, there was a mother duck who laid a lot of eggs, and soon there were ducklings in the eggs, among which there was a duckling that was particularly ugly, gray, and the mother duck and its brothers and sisters hated it. The duckling was very frustrated and left them, outside it was bullied by the children, and everyone said it was ugly......"

As Wang Xia began to tell the story, Yiyi listened quietly, she felt that her baba told the story well, much better than Ma Ma's story.

If Fang Qian knew Yiyi's inner activities at this time, she would definitely be very sad, her daughter actually disliked her for telling stories that were ugly, so sad.

But this can't be blamed for Yiyi thinking like this, the fairy tale system in this world is a little too naïve, naïve to non-human, and Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales, Grimm's fairy tales, these fairy tales are loved by parents and children in their previous lives, not to mention the fairy tales that beat this world, at least they are much better.

"What does the ugly duckling look like, is it the same as the duck we usually eat. Yiyi asked Wang Xia curiously, the ugly ducklings in the story look ugly, but aren't all ducks the same, where can you see if they are ugly or not.

"This dad draws a picture of an ugly duckling for Yiyi to see, okay" Wang Xia decided to draw an ugly duckling for Yiyi to show in order to satisfy Yiyi's curiosity.

Yiyi is naturally very happy, Baba is going to paint, so look forward to it.

Wang Xia took out the drawing board and adjusted the paint to prepare for painting, and continued to tell the story to Yiyi while painting, which can be said to be dual-minded. Yiyi paid attention to the painting after seeing that Baba began to paint, and did not listen to Wang Xia's story at all, and Wang Xia did not tell the story after noticing Yiyi's state, but concentrated on painting.

It is not too simple to draw a gray duck with Wang Xia's painting skills, and it will be painted in a few minutes, and a gray duck with a depressed expression on the drawing board is moving the duck's paws, which can be described as lifelike.

"Wow, Baba is so beautiful, is this an ugly duckling, isn't it ugly. Yiyi let out a burst of exclamation, Baba is so powerful, she has drawn a picture so quickly, and the painting is so beautiful.

Seeing his daughter so happy, Wang Xia was very satisfied, as for whether the ugly duckling was ugly or not, he didn't care, Andersen said that ugly is ugly.

"Yiyi, the ugly duckling is very ugly in ducks, and we are not ducks, so of course we can't see whether it is ugly or not. Wang Xia explained carefully, although he didn't know where the ugly duckling was, just the feathers were gray, but this did not prevent him from making his own understanding.

"Baba, Yiyi also wants to paint, and Yiyi also wants to draw an ugly duckling. Yiyi's little face showed a longing expression and said to Wang Xia.

"Okay, Dad taught you how to draw. Wang Xia said to Yiyi dotingly, since Yiyi is interested, of course he wants to teach Yiyi to paint.

"First of all, let's draw the body of the duck first" Wang Xia held Yiyi's small hand to draw an arc on the drawing board, because it was drawn with Yiyi's small hand, so Wang Xia didn't dare to use too hard, and the duck was also a little out of shape, but overall it was still relatively decent.

"Wow, baba, Yiyi also drew a duck. Yiyi happily said to Wang Xia, although it was because of Baba's help that she drew the duck, but this was the first time she drew with a pen, of course, she was very excited.

"Well, Yiyi is awesome, come and draw a duck by herself. Wang Xia praised Yiyi without hesitation, and kissed Yiyi.

After receiving the praise from Baba, Yiyi was even happier, and excitedly took the brush to draw something on the drawing board.

Wang Xia couldn't help but laugh a little after seeing what Yiyi was watching, daughter, what are you drawing, this is graffiti.

That's right, without Wang Xia's help, it would be difficult for Yiyi to complete the painting alone, and she didn't know what she was painting with a random brush.

But children are like this, how can a child draw well for the first time, there is a process.

"Yiyi, it's not like that, it's better for Dad to teach you how to draw. Wang Xia said to Yiyi with a smile, and then held Yiyi's little hand again and began to paint, with Wang Xia's help, Yiyi painted very steadily.

Yiyi's little expression is very serious, and she is working hard to cooperate with Baba to start writing, Wang Xia is very relieved to see Yiyi's serious little expression, which is the pride of a father to his daughter.

As the saying goes, once born and twice cooked, with the help of Wang Xia, Yiyi can gradually draw a duck by herself, of course, the simplest form, the kind that can be drawn with a few strokes, which makes Yiyi very happy.

"Look, this is a duck drawn by Yiyi, is it good-looking. Yiyi showed off to Wang Xia excitedly after successfully drawing a picture.

"Well, Yiyi's painting is really good, but the little face is dirty, like a little cat. Wang Xia touched Yiyi's little head and said, it turned out that when Yiyi was painting by herself, her hands and face were stained with paint, and she was a little flower cat.

"Hee-hee, Baba is the little flower cat. Yiyi smiled and dipped her little hands with paint, wanting to apply it to Wang Xia's face.

Originally, Wang Xia was squatting, but this time his body instinctively stepped back and stood up, Yiyi saw Baba retreat and couldn't help but pouted with her little lips and said in a milky voice: "Hmph, Baba dodged, Yiyi doesn't like Baba anymore." ”

Wang Xia was also very helpless, this was his body's instinctive reaction, not under his control, seeing that Xiao Gongju was a little angry, Wang Xia hurriedly squatted down with a smile on his face, stretched his head in front of Yiyi and said, "Dad didn't dodge, Dad just stood up with numb legs." ”

Yiyi, who was still with a small face, saw Wang Xia squatting down and hurriedly stretched out his paint-stained little hand and touched his cheek indiscriminately, and in a blink of an eye, Wang Xia was painted into a big cat.

"Giggle, Baba has become a big cat, it's funny. Yiyi couldn't help but giggle when she saw the paint on Wang Xia's face, and laughed very happily.

Wang Xia saw Yiyi smiling so happily and couldn't wait to let Yiyi use his face as a drawing board to draw again, as long as her daughter smiled and was happy, everything was worth it.

Yiyi actually painted her father's face with paint, and her father wanted to fight back. Wang Xia suddenly stretched out a hand to touch Yiyi's little face, Yiyi was suddenly scared, and trotted into the corner, Wang Xia did it on purpose, he wanted to have a paint war with Yiyi.

"Well, where is the little baby going, see if my grandson catches you. Wang Xia learned from Sun Wukong's mouth to make monkey movements, and slowly pounced on Yiyi.

"Ah, don't catch Yiyi. Yiyi screamed and trotted all over the room.

"Yiyi Xiaobeibi, you can't escape from my grandson's Five Finger Mountain, or obediently stand still and let my grandson catch you. "Not to mention, Wang Xia still looks like Sun Wukong in imitation, the most important thing is that his big face gives him a lot of points, at least Yiyi smiles very happily.

"Baba is so stupid, Sun Wukong was pressed under Wuzhi Mountain by the big bad guy Rulai, and Sun Wukong didn't have Wuzhi Mountain. Yiyi turned her head and made a grimace at Wang Xia and said, the last time Wang Xia said that Sun Wukong was pressed by the Buddha on Wuzhi Mountain, Yiyi was very angry, how could her superhero be pressed on Wuzhi Mountain by Rulai.

So she called the Buddha the big villain, and I don't know how the Buddha felt after knowing about it, thinking that he was the ancestor of a Buddha and was called the big villain, and he really had never encountered it.

"Well, my grandson was born as a stone monkey, and he has an indissoluble bond with the stone, how can the little Wuzhi Mountain trap my grandson, where is the little north nose going. Wang Xia jumped up and down and chased after Yiyi.

"Ah, don't chase Yiyi, Yiyi, Yiyi is not a monster. Yiyi trotted on her short legs.

Wang Xia pretended to take a long time to "catch" Yiyi, "Where is Xiaobei's nose going, eat my grandson's palm." Wang Xia hugged Yiyi and gently touched Yiyi's little face with his hand, his hands had a lot of calluses for fear of hurting Yiyi.

"Baba is so bad, you know how to bully Yiyi. Yiyi pursed her lips and said to Wang Xia.

Wang Xia immediately brushed his face vigorously with his paint-stained hands, making his face even more flowery.

"Giggles" saw Wang Xia's face so flowery and laughed, and by the way, he stretched out his little hand to paint his face.

After playing for a while, Wang Xia saw that Yiyi was also a little tired, so he took Yiyi to the bathroom to wash her little face and hands, and then coaxed Yiyi to sleep after changing a set of clothes, and Yiyi fell asleep quickly after drinking milk.

Seeing that his daughter was asleep, Wang Xia began to clean the "battlefield", the floor tiles of the hall were sprinkled with a lot of paint, and the tiles were smooth, so it was not difficult to clean, the difficulty was that he and Yiyi's clothes were covered with paint, which was troublesome to clean.

Looking at the colorful clothes covered with paint, Wang Xia sighed heavily, there is no way, as long as Yiyi is happy, these things are not a thing, so Wang Xia began to wash clothes and clean up at night.

Halfway through the washing of clothes, Wang Xia decisively gave up not washing, rubbed for most of the day, there was no change at all, the clothes should be green, green, yellow, yellow, it is estimated that they can't be washed.

Wang Xia tiptoed back to the room and turned on the computer codeword, this is his job, he can't be lazy, he put all the chapters in the draft box and publish them regularly, to prevent himself from delaying for a while that day and causing the "bloody case" to happen again.