In a word, Song Huanyun, who was blocked, was speechless.

Her chest rose and fell violently, a pair of apricot eyes gradually filled with tears, and at the moment when Song Huanxi turned around, Song Huanyun completely broke out:

"Abba is eccentric!"

"Eccentric Nong since childhood! Allah's clothes are all worn by Nong, and the books are also used by Nong! ”

"I buy something delicious at home, and I always buy what Nong loves to eat!"

The more Song Huanyun spoke, the more sad she became, and she gradually choked up and couldn't speak.

Wen Zai next to him was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, Song Huanxi's face was pale, and he raised his hand and pointed to Song Huanyun's small room: "Go back to your own room!" ”

Song Huanyun cried, tried to open her eyes, glanced at Song Huanxi, saw Song Huanxi with a tense face, didn't look at her, her mouth couldn't help but droop a few points, crying even more fiercely!

She was still crying, dragging her feet, and really went back to her room!

Song Huanxi stared at the closed door, directly speechless, the second child is a coward, slamming the door and falling halfway, he can pull it back forcefully!

Didn't you beat her a few more times when you were a child!

Song Huanxi looked back at the frightened little brother with a snow-white face, stretched out his hand to take him into his arms, and coaxed him softly: "Don't be afraid, your second sister should have failed the math exam again, you don't want to learn from her." ”

Wen Tsai blinked, the second sister failed Mandarin yesterday and failed math today......

Isn't the second sister going to be murdered by the teacher every day?

The second sister is so pitiful!

Wen Zai's immature little face showed obvious sympathy.

Song Huanxi touched his head again and asked, "Have you finished your homework?" When I finished writing, I showed it to my sister. ”

Wen Tsai suddenly felt that he was quite pitiful!

……

Song Huanxi finished tutoring Wen Zai's homework, and accompanied Wen Tsai to play with building blocks, and when he saw that the time was not early, he called Wen Tsai to take a shower.

After putting his younger brother to sleep, Song Huanxi took out a bookcase from under the bed.

Open the bookbox, there is a box full of notes, Song Huanxi's hand gently stroked the spine of the book, Huanxi has five books, Huanyun has four books, and Wen Tsai only has two books.

A total of eleven books, written by my father himself, are a record of the growth of the three sisters and brothers.

That's what she treasures.

She can sell the manuscripts handed down by her ancestors, which carries her father's full expectations and loving notes, but she will not give them up no matter what.

Song Huanxi didn't touch her five notebooks, and she had already memorized the contents of them.

Pulling out the first book marked with Song Huanyun's name, Song Huanxi relocked the bookcase and put it back under the bed.

Taking her father's notes, when she got to the next door, Song Huanxi knocked on the door first, and after waiting for a while, the room was always quiet, she frowned, "Ah Yun, open the door, I know you haven't slept." ”

She raised her voice: "Have you forgotten that every time you used to make chicken soup at home, the chicken legs were you and your little brother, one for each person." ”

Well, that was when my father was still there, and when my father was gone, every time An Xiuniang brought up a chicken pot, it was a poor chicken with no legs.

Ah Yun's attack was a little weaker for her, but she was full of firepower for her mother, and she also gave the chicken a nickname, called begging chicken.

The little girl said, "This chicken has no legs, so he can only live by begging!" ”

An Xiuniang is also thick-skinned, and the chicken that will be served next time will still be begging chicken.

The past flashed through her mind, and Song Huanxi heard the sound of footsteps dragging in the door, knowing that Song Huanyun had been persuaded by her.

When Song Huanyun opened the door, Song Huanxi didn't talk nonsense, and threw the note directly into her arms: "This is what my father wrote for you, I originally planned to give it to you when you are older." ”

After a pause, Song Huanxi said again: "Be careful when you read, don't break the pages, in the future, this will be your dowry." ”

After that, Song Huanxi took his clothes straight and went to take a shower.

Song Huanyun stood at the door for a moment and pouted, Song Huanxi is really good at sending people!

She knew that the manuscripts that her father left for Song Huanxi were the real treasures!

Father's notes, what's there to see!

returned to the room and threw the notes on the bed, Song Huanyun also fell on the bed, lying lazily into a big character, alas, his father is eccentric Song Huanxi!

Even her name, my father didn't bother to think about it, so he directly painted the scoop according to the gourd, and used it from Song Huanxi's name!

Huanxi Huanxi, as soon as you hear it, it is a beautiful Shih Tzu!

What is Huanyun?! Can the clouds be?!

Song Huanyun thought about it for a while, and gradually felt bored, so she simply turned over, supported her cheeks with one hand, and leisurely flipped up her father's notebook with the other hand:

- I have two daughters, the eldest daughter Huanxi, I hope she is like Xi Shi, she is a stunning beauty!

- The second daughter Huanyun, Huanyun, who is it? Only the heavenly immortals, Wangwu looks like a heavenly immortal, free and easy!

Song Huanyun half opened her mouth, her eyes were round, and she couldn't speak!

Is this what her name really means?!

Huanyun Huanyun, the immortal in the sky!

Looks like a fairy, free and easy!

Song Huanyun read these words over and over again, and her pretty face gradually shone brightly, and she really had a bit of fairy charm.

Song Huanyun's eyes were crooked, the corners of her lips were smiling, and she continued to read:

- Ah Yun is quite smart, born in the first month, she already knows the truth that only crying children are hurt: whenever the cradle stops for a moment, the cry instantly resounded in the sky.

- I am busy with work, Xiuniang takes care of the housework, and the heavy responsibility of taking care of the second daughter falls on the eldest daughter.

- Whenever I go home, I can always see the eldest daughter lying on her stomach beside the cradle of the second daughter, drowsy, from time to time raise her little hands or feet and hit the cradle.

——The second daughter danced in the cradle, not knowing that the eldest sister was already going to sleep.

- I feel sorry for my eldest daughter, I picked her up, the little man yawned, his eyes seemed to be closed, and he didn't forget to whisper to me: Daddy, my sister didn't cry.

There are also two pictures next to it, one of which is that a child is drowsy pushing the cradle, and the baby in the cradle has round eyes and reaches out to grab his feet lively!

The second is that the young man picked up the young girl with a gentle face, patted her on the back, and his eyes fell on the cradle next to him.

Both drawings are lightly outlined with a brush, but the few brushstrokes are extremely expressive.

Song Huanyun can imagine the scene at that time just by looking at the text, not to mention such a vivid picture!

She knew that her father was talented, but she didn't know that her father's painting skills were so profound!

Each of the following pages contains interesting stories about her childhood, almost every interesting thing, and a very vivid sketch.

Song Huanyun watched it with relish, and before she knew it, there were only a few thin pages left in the notebook in her hand, and she was suddenly reluctant to read it anymore.

She forced herself to put down the note, and after flipping through it a few times, she couldn't help but pick up the note and tell herself, one page, just read one page!

——In the past few days, I have begun to enlighten the second daughter, this child's temper is as stubborn as when he was a child, and he insists on feeding a spiced peanut rice before he is willing to recite a three-character scripture!

Reading this, Song Huanyun already had a faint impression of the past, she looked at the accompanying picture, she was carrying a book, but her eyes were aimed at the peanuts on the side, she was funny, and she wanted to cry-

She realized that her father was no longer there.