"Oh, it's a tree, huh? So how is it red? ”

"The tree is angry, Dad, don't you see?"

Heck, you also painted a few strokes of white steam, genius idea.

Tree Anger is red, so what about me, is Daddy Angry also red?

"How do you know that the tree is angry? Baby. ”

Touch the baby's head and ask the question in your heart.

The daughter lowered her head and thought about it, and after a long time, she said slowly: "I don't know, it should be red when you are angry." ”

Shaking my head, I don't know.

Chen Yang was shocked by his daughter's idea and pointed to the bird.

"So what is it?"

"Little bird, Dad, you're so stupid, you can't even see it."

"Daddy knew it was a bird, and Daddy asked you what kind of bird it was. Crow? ”

The daughter pouted and said unhappily: "No, it's a phoenix, Dad, a beautiful phoenix." ”

Open your arms and spread your wings high.

The beautiful phoenix, which was originally colorful, turned out to be .......

Turned into a black crow, oh my God, if the phoenix knew about it, I guess I would be angry.

"Ahem, baby, is this really a phoenix? Not a crow? ”

"It's a phoenix, Dad, and you see, it's red."

Overhead, a touch of red.

Well, you win, the details, it's all the details.

The phoenix is there, so what's going on with the people under the tree?

"Is this Daddy me?"

"No, it's uncle."

A man stands under a tree with a phoenix above it and angry trees beside him.

Everywhere there were flames, the ground, burning red flames.

Man stood in the middle of the flames, surrounded.

It was only a matter of time before it was incinerated.

"Uncle Lu Dajie?"

"Uh-huh, Dad, you're so smart, you actually guessed it."

He has met two uncles, one is Zhang Wu and the other is Lu Dajie.

As for Lu Dajie, his daughter is more familiar with him.

This is to burn your Uncle Lu Dajie, poor Lu Dajie, injured again.

"Baby, are you going to burn Uncle Lu Dajie?"

"It's not dead, it's still burning."

That's even more tragic.

You see, if you are a good person, even if you are burned, you will .......

Chen Yang couldn't imagine whether Lu Dajie, who was in that place, collapsed or not.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Yang smiled and asked, "Baby, why are you torturing Uncle Lu Dajie?" ”

"No, Uncle Lu Dajie is too bad, he bullies the Lun family every time he comes, I want to teach him a lesson." Turning his head, he snorted coldly: "Hmph, let you bully me all day long." ”

Chen Yang covered his face, sure enough.

My precious girl, watch out.

There's a lot of hatred, and I'm going to do it.

What did Lu Dajie do to my daughter?

"What about this?"

"This is me, this is Daddy."

Are we the people who eat melons?

Are we watching a play?

Oh my God, baby, it's a big brain.

Produced by the soul master, it must be a masterpiece.

The daughter introduced the painting one by one, the idea of genius.

In reality, I can't beat you, so come to my painting, and I'll torture you.

Let you live rather than die, make you cry.

"Baby, that's not right."

"Oh."

My daughter didn't know if she heard it, oh, there was no follow-up.

She continues to bow her head and refine her work.

A soul master, finally finished drawing the last picture.

The rabbit all the time, the white rabbit, is very cute.

Hiding aside, watching the play came.

are all melon-eating people, but our Lu Dajie is the protagonist.

With the aura of the protagonist, he is really the pinnacle of life.

"Ah Qiu."

Lu Dajie sneezed, and he was driving, looking for where he wanted to go.

Wiped his nose and muttered to himself, "Who is scolding me again?" ”

After a sneeze, he drove into a village.

Looking for the main character, in the place where the film is filmed, looking everywhere.

It's too tough, and it's not a good place around here.

There are really few who can find good acting skills.

The perspective returned to Chen Yang's house.

A piece of work, done.

Lu Dajie became a victim.

The daughter embellishes the last color, and the soul is transformed, but it is different.

"Haha, baby, yes, good drawing."

"Hehe, Dad, the Lun family is a genius, and the teacher often praises me."

The daughter of the Dasher, with her head held high.

Come on, praise me, I'm a genius, I'm a little expert.

"Come, baby, Daddy, and show you the mirror."

"Ah, mirror, Dad, what do I want a mirror for?"

Pick up the mirror and look at yourself.

Who is this?

Ah, is it me? God, how could it be me.

"Dad, is this me?"

"yes, baby, is it pretty? Come on, Daddy will take a picture of you. ”

The daughter quickly covered her face and did not take pictures of her father.

Bad father, I already knew, and I didn't tell the Lun family.

"Dad, you're going away."

"Hee-hee, baby, be shy, don't be afraid, come, Dad will take a picture of you, it's very beautiful."

Xiao Anran didn't eat this, covered his face, and ran to the toilet.

During this period, Chen Yang chased his daughter to the toilet, closed the door, and was locked outside.

Putting away his phone, Chen Yang sighed and returned to the balcony.

Looking at her daughter's painting seriously, she is still so handsome on it.

The things on the table were easy to stain the ground, and Chen Yang could only clean it up with his hands.

I don't want my home to become the color of paint, so I help clean it.

Put it away and wash the box.

The brush, as new, could not be cleaned by the daughter.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

The daughter came out and cleaned her face.

The cute beautiful girl reappeared, stepping on her little feet, and hung behind her father.

"Daddy is helping you clean it, come down, Daddy is very tired."

"Don't, the Lun family likes Dad, so don't come down."

She hugged her father's neck, and the whole person moved up, little by little.

Don't let go, won't let Dad work alone.

"Baby, you're heavy again."

"Bad father, the Lun family is very light, where is it heavy."

"Huh."

Your weight, don't you count yourself?

After cleaning, Chen Yang was very tired, cleaned up, and put it on the table.

"Don't come down yet, put your things away."

"No, Daddy help me."

The coquettish daughter, hanging on herself, refused to come down.

"Do your own thing, Dad still has to watch TV, I don't have time."

turned back into an uncle, didn't help clean up, and did it for her daughter.

Backhanded, holding his daughter.

"Don't come down, do you? Come on, Daddy help you. ”

Tickle.

What the daughter was most afraid of, her body squirmed, and she kept shouting: "Don't, Dad, itchy, ah, Dad." ”

"Haha, Dad, I was wrong, I'll clean up, I'll do it myself."

Scratched and unable to break free from her father's restraints, the daughter quickly packed up her things and ran back to the room.

"This girl, if you don't clean up for a day, you go to the house to uncover the tiles."