When Yuan Rong sent Yi Xiaoxiao away, he put the words she wrote into a white bag so that she could hold them in her hand.

After Yi Xiaoxiao said goodbye to them, she went back to her house, the bag in her hand was half as tall as hers, and she staggered a little when she walked.

At the first glance when I entered the house, I saw Yi Xuan sitting on the sofa and found that her mother was not in the room, she should have gone out.

took the bag in his hand to Yi Xuan: "Dad, look, my brother taught me to write my name." ”

There were nearly 20 pieces of paper in it, Yi Xiaoxiao took one casually, didn't even look at it, and took it directly to Yi Xuan.

Yi Xuan looked at the paper in Yi Xiaoxiao's hand, and took it, the pure white paper was covered with messy lines, and her name was not visible, and it was even a little unsightly.

"Xiaoxiao, Dad thinks you're very creative." Yi Xuan said softly, holding the piece of paper, afraid of hitting Yi Xiaoxiao.

"Creativity? I look at ......" Yi Xiaoxiao stood on the sofa barefoot, staring at the piece of paper, even she couldn't tell what was written on the paper?

"Dad, look at the ones in the bag, put this one away first." Yi Xiaoxiao embarrassedly snatched the piece of paper, put it far away, took out the bag, and poured the remaining paper inside on the table.

Some fell to the ground, and Yi Xiaoxiao stood on the sofa and didn't know what to do.

Yi Xuan smiled helplessly, picked up the paper on the ground, and then hugged Yi Xiaoxiao on his lap, picked up the paper and looked at it seriously one by one.

After all, these are all masterpieces that her daughter has worked hard all afternoon, even if they are not good, she insists on watching them.

Yi Xiaoxiao sat in Yi Xuan's arms, sometimes looking at her father, sometimes at the paper in his hand, and finally, she put her eyes on the paper.

The more Yi Xuan looked at it, the more pleasantly surprised she became, the first few were unsightly, but when she got to the back, not only could she see her name, except for the strokes that were a little stiff, the others were very good.

"Xiaoxiao, Dad thinks you're really amazing, if your mother sees it, she will definitely give you a big hug." After tidying up the paper, it was placed on the table, and when Li Qingqing came back, he could see it.

"Does your hand hurt?" Yi Xuan raised her hand and looked at it, her fingertips were a little red.

After all, she is only four years old, and after holding the pen for so long, it is inevitable that her fingers will be a little sore.

"Dad, look here......" pouted a little aggrieved, her three fingertips, now touch it lightly, the skin will be a little painful.

"Give it to you, and it won't hurt." Yi Xuan put her hand to her mouth, blew on her a few times, and rubbed it gently.

"I'm so sleepy, I'm so tired, I'm so hungry...... Yi Xiaoxiao's stomach was roaring, she yawned, and her eyes couldn't open.

"You go upstairs to sleep first, wait for your mother to cook dinner, and then come down to eat."

"Okay."

After Li Qingqing came back, he carried a large bag of vegetables and clothes in his hand, and entered the door humming a song.

Yi Xuan took the thing in her hand and kissed her forehead.

"You go and see, Xiaoxiao's writing is on the table."

Li Qingqing paused, writing? Xiaoxiao wrote?

When I walked to the table and picked up the papers, the expression on my face was changing, and finally I was frozen, my eyes were smiling like crescents, and my whole face was gathered together, holding the papers tightly in my arms.

"Where's my baby girl? Why didn't you see her? He tilted his neck and looked back and forth, and finally turned to Yi Xuan and asked.

"She's going to sleep, let's go cook, Xiaoxiao should leave tomorrow." Yi Xuan glanced at her.

"Then I'll go and make something to eat, you divide the clothes in those bags, there are my and Xiaoxiao's clothes." I just finished shopping and bought my favorite clothes, and I was so happy that I took those vegetables and went into the kitchen.

"Ugh." Yi Xuan sighed, there were several bags in his hand, and he took those bags to the sofa.

When it was time for dinner, Li Qingqing personally went upstairs to wake up Yi Xiaoxiao, and hugged her down, with a smile on his face.

"Haha, my daughter is just amazing." While boasting, he laughed.

"Han Shulan's credit is also great." Yi Xuan looked at the two of them, and dinner was almost cold.

"Han Shulan does have merit, after all, my daughter is so smart."

Yi Xiaoxiao listened to their conversation in a daze, and didn't know what they were talking about, so she sat down and ate directly.