MTL - House Dad’s Literary Life

"Depart!" Yang Hao waved his hand and was very angry.

"Rough hair!" The sound of a milky voice is also trying to squat.

I saw Yang with a big bag, and he was also behind Dad, carrying her little schoolbag and yelling, as if it was too hard to move a small step.

Moving today, the little guy has to help his father. But before I was four years old, what could I do?

Yang Lan, however, she, in her little bag, put two books she bought for her, let her carry it.

In fact, this time, Yang Hao did not make much noise. In the old rental house, Yang Lan basically did not move. He just packed up some simple personal clothes, some of the original military uniforms, military medals and other items. - This is the precious memory that Yang Lan had to bring to which city.

Although Yang Lan does not pay much attention to it now, he hesitated and still did not lose it.

As for the remaining furniture, quilts and other sundries, Yang Lan did not have a nostalgia, and all of them were given to the landlord who was happy.

These are not necessary to move over, trouble is one thing, more importantly, Yang Lan is very disgusted!

Going to the new house, the people are luxuriously decorated, the furniture is all available, and they are all very high-end furniture - it is said that the son of the father is the owner. Under such circumstances, why do you need to take some old and simple things to influence the original style?

"Sit back, sit back!" Yang Hao put things into the trunk, but came back and saw her little long legs, wanting to pull the passenger seat, shouted helplessly.

He has inherited the outstanding genes of Yang Lan and Murphy. His arms and legs are very slender. When he is less than four years old, he is one meter tall and taller. It is not shorter than the ordinary five or six-year-old child!

I am afraid that after another year, I can’t buy a half-ticket in the playground!

"Hey, I can't see it behind." With a small mouth, he said nothing.

Yang Xiao smiled. He stretched out his left hand and passed under the arm of the little guy. He held it straight and pulled her off the ground.

"Oh yeah..." He slammed his feet, and he was scared and excited.

Yang Lan unscrupulously opened the door of the back seat, then stuffed her in and fastened the seat belt of the safety seat.

In fact, Yang Lan is still very confident about his car skills. If he is not afraid of trouble, he can not take the seat belt to the speed of the autumn mountain! But now it is different. He is not alone. He still carries a daughter in the car. For the sake of his daughter's safety, he has to be safe!

The car was rented, but it was not equipped with a safety seat. Yang Lan said that he only rented a safety seat that the boss prepared for his child.

Find a time, you have to buy your own car!

The little guy is still watching Dad with enthusiasm, but his father is too strong, he can't struggle, he can only use his expression to express his dissatisfaction.

"Well, sit back and watch it!" Yang yelled at the little guy's head and smiled. "When you grow up, Dad takes you to travel by car, so you can sit in front!"

“Really?” He was attracted to the cake painted by Dad.

When Dad got into the driver's seat and drove, he was still looking forward to asking: "Hey, where are we going to play?"

Yang Lan drove the car and silenced for a while before slowly saying: "Go to a very beautiful place, there are large areas of flowers, clean and clear lakes, and mountains covered with snow in the distance..."

I worked hard to construct a picture created by my father in my mind. However, her experience was very poor. When she heard the word "snow", she was excited.

"Hey, is that the home of Aisha's sister?" he asked hopefully.

Did you mention Aisha? In fact, Yang Lan did not put the story he told him to tell him. Where did he want to get it, the children were most obsessed with such fairy tales!

Yang Yu hesitated, or nodded and said: "Yes, she used to live at the highest point of the snow mountain."

Just like Santa Claus, let the little guys think about it!

"Where are you going, oh, when are we going?" asked eagerly.

"Not at the moment, I have to wait for you to grow up!" Yang Xiaowei smiled. "If you go there, you have to be sick."

He succumbed to his small mouth and sat back with regret: "Well, if you want to eat, you can grow up quickly."

Really like a little adult!

The atmosphere was a little dull, and Yang Lan thought about it. While driving, he picked up the little song, at least not so embarrassing.

However, what is he jealous of?

"I put the car on the five rings, I put the car on the five rings... ah, ah, five rings, you have one more ring than the four rings, ah, ah, five rings, you have one ring less than the six rings..."

It stands to reason that this song, Yang Lan does not like it! But in the last few years of his previous life, he lived a bit unscrupulously, so the kind of driving in the wilderness, listening to this song is full of charm!

However, he obviously didn't like the song. She listened for a while and cried softly: "Want to listen to the song of Aisha's sister, sing this, is it good?"

"Sing another song?" Yang Yan bitterly.

Last night, the little guy wrapped around him, not only told the story of "Frozen", but also sang "Let_it_go" over and over again.

Yang Lan is not a professional singer like Murphy, let him sing this song over and over again, but he will be tired!

"Hmm!" The little guy smiled happily and nodded hard.

Ok, Yang Lan’s daughter is really nothing.

"Cough!" Yang Lan cleared his throat and began to sing.

"The_snow_glows_white_on_the_mountain_tonight/not_a_footprint_to_be_seen..."

Yang Hao sang this song is not good, mainly because it is difficult to sing the female voice, but he has a clear word and a good pitch, so he can still sing the original charm of the song.

I still can't understand the meaning of the lyrics in the previous paragraphs. The words are too complicated, but she still listens to her eyes with serious crystal clear eyes.

The car was driven by a straight suburban road. The road was surrounded by lush green farmland. It was a neat eucalyptus tree. The spring breeze blew the leaves and rustling. Yang Lan shook the window and prepared to sing the singer. !

"Let_it_go_..."

Hey, wait for this sentence! I saw her eyes shining and excitedly sang along with her father.

"Let_it_go_, can’t_hold_it_back_any_more..."

This sentence, the most singer, the childish voice, may be inherited from her mother's sense of music, every word sings right!

Don't say, even singing better than Dad!

Yang Hao smiled slightly, he lowered his voice, just to lead the little guy.

It seems to be a sing and a sing, the voice of the father and the daughter, floated out of the car, in the suburbs of the road, soft spring / light.