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"Hmm." Yan Xiaocheng nodded heavily.

"Little Orange is so good, what do you want to eat tomorrow morning?" Yang Fan smiled and praised.

"Well, buns, big meat buns!" Yan Xiaocheng thought for a moment, looked at him with shining eyes and said seriously.

"Okay, big buns." Yang Fan got up: "Go play with Ah Xing!" ”

When Yan Xiaocheng arrived in the living room, Yang Yixing had already started watching TV, and the news was broadcast.

"Give you the console." Yan Xiaocheng sat down and stuffed the game console into his hand.

Yang Yixing glanced back at her, turned his head away, and continued to watch TV.

Yan Xiaocheng didn't know what to look at, but Yang Yixing seemed to be watching with relish, she took out the homework paper from her schoolbag depressedly and began to smear.

Yang Yixing occasionally glanced back at her, painting strange and messy colors.

Since Yang Fan agreed to take Yang Yixing to watch the performance, Yan Xiaocheng has been rehearsing vigorously, and the first thing she does when she goes home every day is to read her lines, and pull Yang Yixing to listen to her read her lines.

Over and over again.

Fortunately, Yang Yixing wouldn't be annoyed by her, if it was another child, he would have been bored with it a long time ago.

On the first night of the performance, after Yan Xiaocheng finished eating, she pulled Yang Yixing to the attic of her house.

There is a bamboo bed on the top of the attic, which is the best time to enjoy the cool in summer, and the flower bed in front of it is planted with sunflowers and moon flowers, and the top is a glass window, so you can see the stars and the moon outside.

Yang Yixing sat on the bamboo bed and played a game, and Yan Xiaocheng directed and acted next to her, playing her Snow White.

When Yan Wende went home, he saw that the light in the living room was dry, but Yan Xiaocheng was not there, and he looked at the attic strangely and found that the light above was on.

Holding two popsicles, when I walked to the staircase, I saw Yan Xiaocheng reciting lines seriously, and her small appearance was serious and serious.

He stood in place, hooking his lips and smiling with satisfaction, this stinky girl finally knew that she was serious once.

After Yan Xiaocheng memorized the lines, his mouth was already dry, and when he looked up, he saw his father and smiled sweetly: "Dad, why are you so early today?" ”

"What are you doing?" Yan Wende looked at the little girl who ran over to find her with a popsicle, and asked with a smile.

"I'm memorizing lines, tomorrow I have a performance, I'll play Snow White!" Yan Xiaocheng excitedly pulled her skirt and turned around in front of him.

Yan Wende frowned: "Why didn't you tell me?" ”

Yan Xiaocheng stuffed a popsicle in his mouth, gave the other one to Yang Yixing, and muttered inarticulately: "I said that you won't go!" ”

The expression on Yan Wende's face froze.

Heart-piercing!

The little girl's inadvertent answer made his heart sour and uncomfortable.

"Little Orange ......" Yan Wende's voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were hot.

"Huh?" Yan Xiaocheng raised his head casually, looked at his father strangely, and then smiled happily: "Uncle Yang will take Ah Xing to watch my performance." ”

Yan Wende's heart was aching again, is this the reason why he practiced so seriously?

No wonder when I came back these few nights, I could always hear her babbling something alone, it turned out to be memorizing lines.

Yang Yixing nibbled on a popsicle, glanced up at Yan Xiaocheng, and then lowered his head to play his game.

Yan Xiaocheng is an unintentional word, but Yan Wende is in his heart.

It didn't take long for Xiaocheng to pull Yang Yixing to send him home.

Yan Wende said in a hoarse voice: "Dad will go tomorrow too." ”

Yan Xiaocheng had just walked to the door of the house, and when he heard his father say this, he was first excited, and then wilted like a frosted eggplant: "Oh, I know, if you are busy temporarily, you don't need to come over." ”

Yan Wende clearly saw his daughter's emotional changes, and his heart was stabbed again.

It turns out that in his daughter's heart, has he become so dishonest?

Yan Xiaocheng walked a few steps, then turned around and repeated firmly: "Uncle Yang will take Ah Xing over to cheer me on." ”

When Yan Xiaocheng said the three words Uncle Yang, his voice was sweet and loud, full of expectation and trust.

Yan Wende was jealous and heartache again.

In the girl's heart, is it that her Uncle Yang's status has surpassed him?

Early the next morning, Yan Xiaocheng didn't eat any rice, said hello to Yang Fan and ran away, saying that he had to rehearse in the morning and could perform well in the afternoon.

"Little orange, money, take it and buy breakfast." Yang Fan took several steps to catch up with her.

"Thank you, Uncle Yang." Yan Xiaocheng smiled brightly and looked at him with her little head up.

Yang Fan watched Yan Xiaocheng jump and disappear in front of him, and then turned back dotingly.

I saw Yang Yixing, who always had to say Xiaocheng to get up on weekdays, was standing at the door of the house at the moment, looking at the direction where Yan Xiaocheng disappeared expressionlessly.

"I heard Xiao Cheng's voice, she had to go to the rehearsal, so she didn't call you." Yang Fan's eyes quickly disappeared helplessly, and he walked over to hold his hand.

Yang Yixing's eyes looked straight at the direction where Yan Xiaocheng disappeared, opened Yang Fan's hand forcefully, turned around and left.

Yang Fan could clearly feel his son's emotions, and his son, who had not changed his emotions for the past year, seemed to be angry.

Excitedly caught up with his son and continued: "She has a show today, do you want to go to see it?" ”

Yang Yixing didn't speak, he kept walking, and when he got to the bathroom, he stood in front of the washbasin with a stool.

When he picked up the toothpaste, he paused, and then he squeezed out all the tubes of toothpaste.

"Yang can do too!" Yang Fan is angry, this stinky boy is sulking!

He deliberately squeezed out all the toothpaste!

The toothbrush in Yang Yixing's hand fell into the pool and looked back at him.

He has a pair of extremely clear and bright eyes, black pupils, like his mother.

Yang Fan's anger immediately disappeared when he saw his eyes similar to those of his deceased wife.

"Yang is okay, Xiao Cheng has something, so let's go first, and when you finish lunch, you can see her." Yang Fan flushed away all the toothpaste in the pool.

Patiently took a new tube of toothpaste, squeezed it for him, and handed him the toothbrush.

This time, Yang Yixing didn't lose his temper again, obediently washed his face and brushed his toothbrush.

Yang Fan made breakfast, and he watched cartoons in the living room.

Yang Fan in the kitchen clearly heard the sound of the video being rewinded back and forth.

With a low sigh, he put down his work and walked out.

Yang Yixing was looking at SpongeBob SquarePants, holding the remote control in his hand, and it looked like he had just reverted back to the part he wanted to see.

Patrick: "Hey SpongeBob SquarePants, let's go catch jellyfish!" ”

SpongeBob SquarePants: "I'm sorry Patrick, I'm going to school today." ”

Patrick: "If you go to school, what am I going to do today?" ”

SpongeBob SquarePants: "I don't know, what do you usually do when I'm not at home?" ”

Patrick: "Wait for you to come back." ”

At the end, Yang Yixing's little face was expressionless and began to retreat quickly, reversing back to the starting point just now. Mobile phone users please browse and read, and a better reading experience comes from Aiwang.