Chapter Twenty-Seven: Flowers Are Crying

Another beautiful morning.

It was about seven o'clock, the sky was just dawning, Sisi's long eyelashes trembled twice, and he woke up from his sleep.

Under Gu Xiaoai's education, her work and rest habits have always been very regular, she goes to bed before ten o'clock in the evening, wakes up naturally at about half past seven in the morning, and then sleeps for another two hours at noon.

This age is the key node for the first development of the body, and it is necessary to maintain at least ten hours of sleep a day.

Sisi rubbed her eyes, still a little confused, and was stunned in the bed for a while, then climbed out of bed, picked up her bear thermos cup, drank half a cup of warm water, burped with satisfaction, and patted her little belly.

This is when my mother said good night last night, I added a little honey and lemon juice, and it was very sweet and sour, and my mother said that it could supplement vitamins and grow taller.

Hey?

Suddenly, Sisi's eyes lit up, and she saw a small black box next to the cup, with a pink ribbon on it and a beautiful bow.

What is it?

Sisi unwrapped the bow a little clumsily, opened the box, and inside was a piece of paper, which was the picture he had drawn before, green grass, a family of three, but now, a line of pinyin letters was added to the painting, which was written by his mother......

Earnestly, her eyes were bent into crescent moons, and she smiled sweetly, as if she was still a little shy.

"Sisi is the best gift from mom and dad. ”

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Silly laughing for a while, Sisi carefully put away the painting and ran towards the master bedroom.

Mom is back, Dad wants to sleep with her, so she can't accompany Sisi, although it's a little unhappy, but adults are like this.

Grandma and Grandpa slept together, Dad slept with Mom, and Sisi could only sleep with the bear in her arms.

Gently pushing open the door of the master bedroom, ah, Mom and Dad actually got up and got dressed, all of them were sweatshirts, as if they were going out to play.

"Mom and Dad, where are you going?"

Sisi blinked with big eyes and asked with some curiosity.

Going out so early?

"Baby, wake up, Dad is about to wake you up, go out to play, do you want to go?" Li Xuan zipped up his sportswear and said with a smile.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to go out too. ”

Sisi clapped his hands and laughed.

With the help of Gu Xiaoai, she quickly changed her clothes, simply washed her face and brushed her teeth, and then went out as a family of three.

It's already April, and the weather is getting warmer, and the morning breeze is blowing on your face, and it's cool and refreshing.

Out of the gate of the garden community, about a kilometer to the east, it is a small park, there are many people who exercise in the morning, and there are already residents in the community who have begun to go out, most of them are elderly.

Along the way, Sisi felt very novel, she had never been out so early, passing by a small flower bed, it seemed that she saw something terrible, she was very excited to point and shout: "Dad, Dad, look, there are small water balloon balls on the flowers, look good." ”

A common pink moon flower, with a few drops of crystal clear dew on the stamen, has become the most novel and beautiful world in the eyes of children.

"That's dewdrops. ”

"These flowers are called moon seasons. ”

Gu Xiaoai said seriously.

Parents are the best teachers for children, Sisi is not very literate, and he can write his name crookedly, but compared with children of the same age, Sisi's vocabulary is rich, and there are dozens of ancient poems that can be memorized, and the sense of language can also be said to be very good.

After teaching it several times, Sisi remembered it and repeated: "The flowers are called the moon season, and the water droplets are dewdrops." ”

"That's good. ”

Gu Xiaoai encouraged.

The family of three walked in the direction of the park.

Since he has decided to teach his daughter to practice, Li Xuan will naturally not delay any longer, and his wife also wants to learn, which is better.

Since coming back, Li Xuan has been using spiritual power every day to subtly improve their bodies, of course, including their parents' share, but his wife knows that he is practicing, but his parents don't know.

In fact, Li Xuan is still thinking about whether to confess his cultivation to his parents.

He hadn't made up his mind yet.

Adults' feelings for their parents are similar to those for their children when they were young, and they all want to maintain that relatively appropriate image in each other's minds.

When I was a child, my parents said, "You are still young, you will know when you grow up", which is about the same as the sentence when a distant wanderer called, "Mom and Dad, don't worry, everything is fine outside." ”

Concealment is not that there is an emotional barrier, but it is just out of the subtle emotions in the heart, and I don't want them to worry too much.

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After walking for a few minutes, I already saw the gate of the small park.

On the square, more than a dozen old men in white practice clothes were slowly playing Tai Chi, and there were also more than a dozen old ladies, wearing colorful dance costumes and holding fans with flowers and branches, blooming the youth of the elderly.

Sisi didn't say much along the way, and then suddenly said: "Mom, are the dewdrops the tears of the moon season? Why can't you see them during the day? Is it secretly crying at night?"

Along the way, she pondered this question.

Gu Xiaoai's eyes flashed, touched her daughter's little head, and said softly: "Yes, there are children who pick moon flowers during the day, it hurts and is very sad, but it can't speak, so it can only cry secretly at night." ”

"Huh?"

"Yueji is so pitiful. ”

Sisi pouted and said, a little sentimental.

"So, Sisi doesn't want to pick flowers, okay?" Gu Xiaoai continued.

Sisi nodded vigorously, stretched out his little hand, and said very seriously: "Well, Sisi knows, I promise, don't pick small flowers, I ...... If I see them picking, I won't let them pick them. ”

"Sisi is awesome, and she will draw inferences. ”

Seeing this scene, Li Xuan smiled lightly.

This kind of education is much warmer and more effective than "everyone is responsible for caring for plants and trees".

Gu Xiaoai is a literary mother, and she can teach a literary girl if she wants to.

Could Sisi become a poet in the future?

It's not impossible.

When Gu Cheng was eight years old, he was able to write "Poplar" - "Every time I lose an arm, I open one more eye".

Every child is born a poet, they have a whimsical mind, a clean and clear heart, and a little talent and education, they can write such amazing sentences.

Sisi is only five years old now, and she also has "Flowers Are Crying".

All right.

may not be as good as "Poplar" for the time being, but Sisi is only five years old after all, and in another three years, there may be many "masterpieces" left.

When she goes back, she will write down this little poem, and when she grows up, she may really become a poet, and show it to her on a sunny and lazy afternoon, or at dusk after dinner.

Li Xuan's thoughts drifted away, and when he thought of that picture, his heart was happy.

Watching her grow up little by little, like a blank sheet of paper, gradually deducing colorful beauty, that is a father's greatest sense of achievement.

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