"I can't listen to the model play."

Stinky Sanfu, it's not cute at all!

"It's going to be no show."

Sanfu raised his milk voice, tilted his head and thought about it, and then confirmed very seriously: "Second brother, I don't lie to you, there is really no model drama now." ”

"There's no model play, I listen to the erhu."

Erfu's round eyes stared at his younger brother fixedly, vowing to bring the radio over.

"Second brother, are you misremembering the time, there is no erhu now."

Sanfu feels that he is very innocent, except for the song at this time, there is really nothing else, why doesn't the second brother believe it? Actually, he was a little weak-hearted.

Ye Xia was cooking, and when he heard the noise of Erfu and Sanfu, he smiled helplessly, and then said to Dafu: "You go and see, don't let them fight." ”

Dafu added firewood to the stove and said, "Let them call, and see if Dad comes back and doesn't clean it up." ”

"You are the eldest brother, when the younger brothers quarrel, what you have to do is to persuade, not to watch from the sidelines." Ye Xia cut the vegetables, cleaned up the board, and walked to Dafu with a smile in his eyes: "Go, mother burn the fire." "There are white flour steamed buns in the pot, and they will be out of the pot in about ten minutes.

"Okay." Daifuku got up and walked out of the stove room a little reluctantly: "What are you listening to, what are you arguing about?" As soon as he saw Erfu Sanfu, his eyes widened, and he gave a sentence angrily.

Sanfu pursed his mouth, met his gaze, and said in a glutinous voice: "Big brother, I just want to listen to 'Hongmei Zan'!" ”

Dafu snorted, and his attitude did not soften in the slightest because of his cuteness: "If you want to listen, listen to it, what's so noisy." ”

"I didn't want to argue, it was Sanfu who didn't give me the radio." Erfu said it rightly.

"The second brother wants to listen to the commentary of the war, listen to the model play, and listen to the erhu."

Sanfu is wronged.

"Give it to me."

Daifuku's face tensed, and he walked over and stretched out his hand to Sanfu.

"Big Brother ......"

Sanfu hugged the radio and stepped back, tears rolling in his eyes, obviously about to cry.

"Crybaby, shame face."

Erfu grimaced at his younger brother.

"Can't you listen to it?"

Ye Xia shouted softly in the stove room at this time.

"Mother, the storytelling can't be broken." If there is a break in the middle, what is the difference between listening to it and not listening to it?

The story is incoherent, and it doesn't kill people in a hurry.

"Listen to my mother, take your turn to listen." Daifuku thinks that his mother has a good way.

Sanfu immediately smiled: "Then listen to 'Red Plum Zan'." ”

"I want to listen to the story." Erfu raised his voice.

In fact, he could snatch the radio from his younger brother's hand, but he was worried that Sanfu would cry and chirp and make his mother unhappy, so he took another way as his father said, clinker, Sanfu was not fooled at all, which made him not irritable.

"I want to listen to 'Red Plum Zan'."

Not to be outdone, Sanfu also shouted loudly.

"Shut up!" Daifuku scolded.

As a result, the two blessings and the three blessings were originally quarrelsome, but now they have become brothers and sisters quarreling together.

"Stop, otherwise, my mother will be angry!"

Ye Xia rubbed the corners of her forehead and came out of the stove room, but Sanxiao only seemed to have heard her words, and she was still arguing with me and you.

"What to do? Stand up for me! Lu Xiangbei pushed the bicycle into the courtyard, his eyebrows tightened, and he stared at Brother Dafu with a cold expression.

The three small ones have a conditioned reflex and stand neatly in an instant.

Ye Xia saw it strangely, and when he searched for the memories left by the original owner, he knew that as long as the man came home from vacation, he would definitely take the children out of the bed when he got up early and asked them to follow him for morning exercises.