"Of course it's true, when did Dad deceive you" is also, when did Dad deceive him to deceive, and only Ye Dabao would deceive him.So Ou Xiaobao smiled, hugged his father's neck, and let him send him into the car, and over there, Bai Tingfang also came over."
You're back at the cemetery" Bai Tingfang still cares about this matter, especially the mood of this son at the moment, you know, her son, but for that woman, he came out of the hospital just now.However, to her surprise, today was the day of the woman's burial, and her son was very calm.Not only calm, but also, he was comforting her: "It's okay, let's go, let's go home, it's late." ”When Bai Tingfang heard it, he could only get into the car, and then follow him back to the small courtyard.Back in the small courtyard, because the time was not early, after Bai Tingfang came back, he went directly to the kitchen to cook, while Ou Dushen took his son to do homework in the small courtyard downstairs.This small courtyard, in fact, the pattern is very good, in addition to the three-story small attic where I live, at the bottom, it is full of old-fashioned gardens, although it is not big, but it is antique, very old-fashioned, and Ye Ning took a fancy to this, and it is precisely like this quiet and atmosphere.Ou Dushen took her son to do homework under the flower stand in the yard, and the flower stand was built after she rented this place, only saying that when the spring is bright, this flower will grow out, and it will be more beautiful if you climb up.In fact, in less than two months, I don't know what flowers she planted, green vines have grown, and they are about to climb to this top.Father and son did their homework under such vines, dusk, sunset, verdant, evening breeze, everything, it seemed so comfortable, and so quiet and elegant, except for another chair next to it, which was empty for the time being.When Lin Yebai came in, what he saw was such a scene, under the lush flower stands, a tall and handsome man was holding a book and leaning on a bamboo couch chair, and at his feet, there was a small dot in denim suspenders, with a round little head, lying on the small table made for him, with immature little hands, holding a pen, writing stroke by stroke."
Dad, why do birds sing?"
"Because it's boring" "Then can't it talk to the friends next to it?"
”"How do you say it" "Singing" "This conversation can't continue Lin Yebai saw it, his heart became even more angry, and he walked over and yelled at this man: "Ou Dushen, how do you teach the child Is this how this child is taught, teach it like this, it must not be abolished" Ou Dushen paused for a while, and then took the book in his hand and looked at the man who suddenly appeared in his house as if he was neurotic."
My own son, I can teach you how I want, you can control it" "You" "Oh, you two don't quarrel, Uncle Lin, I talked to my dad about playing, the questions in this kindergarten are all mentally handicapped, how can birds sing That is its vocal cords, it can only make this kind of sound" Lin Yebai:"" Ou Du glanced at him coldly: "Neurotic" and continued to read his book.oshow7