Yiyue ran for a long time, running one foot deep and one foot shallow in the yellow earth, which made people's hearts can't help but lift up, holding their breath, for fear that exhaling would make the child who ran shaky fall down.

The little girl was not afraid of falling by herself, she finally saw the old father cast his noble gaze, and her eyes lit up and called "Dad" excitedly, and flew into the house like a little bird returning home.

was still aggrieved just now, and in a blink of an eye, she completely forgot about her father's murder of her.

But the child's happiness came and went quickly in less than two seconds, his eyes focused on the dirty pieces of the adult's clothes, pursed his lips, slowly twisted his little body and took two steps back, and said with disgust: "Dirty Dad." ”

If your body is a little better, you will dislike people?

Zhan Changran snorted, deliberately grabbed the little guy who wanted to leave, painted Yiyue's face dirty with his mud-stained hands, and taught her in a deep voice like going out every day in a small village: "I said don't come here, don't run around, go to the place I painted for you to stay well, do you hear?" ”

Yiyue's eyes widened in shock, she came with love, this old father actually responded to his daughter's love so manically, and hurriedly patted the ashes on his face, the dust kicked up, choking her to sneeze, rubbing her nose and dissatisfied: "Daddy is mischievous." ”

"If you don't mistreat, you're an outlaw." The man was not angry and withdrew his hand that was messing with the little girl's face.

The little guy's fever subsided in less than half a day, which reassured him.

Zhan Changran stretched out his big hand, pulled her arm and moved her away, the arm of the milk doll in his hand was so small, soft and tender, it made people panic inexplicably, and he couldn't pull it hard, otherwise he would cry when it hurt.

As soon as he lowered his head, he found that the little thing's gaze at him was full of dependence and shiny love, and he let go uncomfortably: "Go, go, don't bother me here." ”

After saying that, I didn't care about her anymore, and rolled up my sleeves to work.

was driven out and Yiyue didn't leave, so he stood in place, holding his little hands on the side and watching his father work hard.

As soon as the powerful arm was raised and fell, the waist-thick tree fell into the pit, and the tall giant umbrella stood in the pit as a silent giant.

The giant blocked out the bright sun, and the bushy hair that had begun to wilt cast a pleasant shade on the ground.

Yi Yue moved her little body, scratched her skin that was getting itchy from the sun, consciously walked to the shade, stayed in a cool place with peace of mind, and looked at the back of the old father buried in the soil, so angry, she bit her pacifier and smiled, and her voice was vague: "Dad likes to plant trees." ”

It's nice for adults to plant trees for children to cool off.

"No, I don't." After burying the soil, Zhan Changran stomped his feet to step on the ground, and then clapped his hands to knock off the ashes in his palms, the sweat on his forehead was shining, he glanced at her, frowned and asked, "Why are you still here, go aside." ”

Yi Yue pulled the pacifier with her mouth, listening to the soft pacifier "pop" sound, watching Zhan Changran chase her again and again, afraid that staying here with nothing else would make her father angry, and she didn't play with the bottle anymore, so she ran to the big green umbrella, and her little hand was hit by the rough and cracked bark like fish scales, and the pieces were bigger than her palm, and volunteered: "I will help too!" ”

"You help me ......" Zhan Changran's tone was not good, he was going to be angry, anyone who spoke many times and was ignored would be angry, not to mention him who was used to giving orders, but before the word "fart" could be spoken, he was blocked back by the tree that had drunk the wilted branches and leaves like fairy dew.

The plant, which had just been half-dead, had become as if it had been growing here in a matter of seconds, and if it weren't for the soil layer or the renovation, it would have been possible to think that the previous violent transplanting would have never been possible.

"Daddy look."

Zhan Changran saw the little girl who was not as tall as his thigh, raised his chin slightly, and had a small expression of begging for praise, and the full air suddenly dissipated like mist meeting the sun.

The soft little milk sound floated in his ears, accompanied by the background of the vibrant giant tree, which made him suddenly taste a taste called hope.

He put his fist on his head and chuckled, "Well, you helped." ”