Xiao Ling's birth was at noon when the sun was shining.

It was a mild day. The sun filled the land, and it seemed that it was also welcoming the arrival of this little one.

Her father hugged her in swaddling clothes with some excitement. It's crumpled and doesn't look cute at all.

But my father was like a treasure, taking care of it, watching quietly, with a kind of disbelief and a kind of ecstasy. The smile on his face never stopped.

Gently held Xiao Ling's little hand and said, Xiao Ling, Xiao Ling, my Xiao Ling. Grow up quickly and be obedient.

The mother was sweating profusely and exhausted, so she turned her head to look at Xiao Ling in her father's arms, smiled with satisfaction, and fell asleep.

During my mother's confinement, my father was always at home and took over the family's farm work and housework.

Xiaoling's grandmother also came from home to take care of her daughter. He brought the few old hens in the family to replenish his mother's body, and supervised that his mother could not eat salt or blow wind.

Xiao Ling's aunt also came to see it a few times. teased Xiao Ling in the cradle and said, my sister has worked hard.

Mother said that Xiaoling is very unwell-behaved, especially loves to cry and make trouble, and likes not to sleep in the middle of the night.

Every time in the middle of the night, I started crying, and I couldn't coax it. Her father had no choice but to hold her and go out for a walk. Gently shaking him in his arms. Look at the moon and listen to the frogs.

In this way, Xiao Ling slowly fell asleep.

Xiao Ling is a well-known crybaby in the village. Crying for no reason. Crying until her throat is hoarse, and all kinds of methods can't coax it, and her mother will be so angry that she can't do it. But it's okay, the child is small, and he can't be beaten and scolded.

The mother let her go and let her cry.

The father on the side couldn't bear it, so he would pick up Xiao Ling, gently pat her back, and hum a small tune in his mouth.

In his father's arms, Xiao Ling gradually quieted down,

Slowly, the little ones will walk. Staggering. Take two steps and fall once, take two steps and fall once.

My father followed him all the way. Carefully protected.

Father always has some strange and funny gadgets for Xiaoling, rattle. Bamboo dragonflies. Little dolls.

Xiao Ling began to learn to speak. No one could understand her.

But my father and mother were very happy to watch Xiaoling grow up step by step. Although I still love to cry.

And as long as you go out, you have to be hugged by your father, and you can't let go. Two or three-year-old Xiao Ling already has some weight. But as soon as his father let go, Xiao Ling would cry.

The most famous time was when my father took Xiaoling to visit the market, and when I came back, I was almost at the door of the house, and my father really had no strength. So he put her down. As a result, Xiaoling immediately sat on the ground and cried. The father walked some distance forward, thinking that Xiao Ling would catch up on his own. As a result, wherever her father put her, she stayed where she was.

Her father couldn't help but come back and pick her up. It's already at the door of the house, only four or five steps away. Father put Xiao Ling down again. The result is still the same.

This was also regarded as a joke and became a chatter among the villagers after dinner.