Xi Xi was sad for a long time yesterday because she couldn't go back to her hometown with her grandparents. However, after a good night's sleep, the little girl's mood returned to being optimistic and cheerful. With her parents by her side, what was there to be unhappy about?
"There's always a rainbow-colored river winding through Fairytale Town, tainted with the perverse aura of magic, yet twisted and turned in love …" The day before New Year's Eve, in the morning when the atmosphere of the New Year wasn't too strong, Murphy's gentle singing kicked off the curtains.
Yang Yi went out. He took advantage of the fact that it wasn't New Year's Eve and that some shops were still open to buy some supplies for the New Year. Speaking of which, this was the first New Year that he personally organized as the head of the family, so Yang Yi had to make this New Year more exquisite.
Murphy had nothing to do, so she took Yang Yi's guitar and sang a few songs for Xi Xi and Tong Tong. Although she didn't play the guitar often, she was still a musician, so she still had some basic skills. As a matter of fact, Murphy easily strummed the songs from Fairytale Town.
Xi Xi listened happily at the side, beaming with joy. She also stepped on the sofa and jumped around. When it came to parts that she was familiar with, the little girl would even sing along with her mother.
"I heard that Peter Pan is still young …" Murphy shook her head lightly, her beautiful eyes smiling as she looked at her daughter.
Xi Xi pounced forward to her mother's side, her long hair fluttering to her temples. The little girl found it very amusing and giggled. This laughter made her unable to catch her breath when she was fighting to sing, so her voice sounded a little breathless.
Xi Xi could only be heard singing, "Jack has a harp and magic … I heard that there's a candy house in Fairytale Town, and Cinderella lost her beloved glass slipper …"
There were also parts where she forgot the lyrics, but what was more mischievous was her singing. It perfectly illustrated the word "cynical".
"No, you're singing off-key!" Murphy couldn't help but laugh as she said.
"Ah, ah, ya, ya!" Perhaps it was because it was happy listening to its mother's singing, Xiao Tianyu, who was lying in the small cradle next to it, was also dancing with joy. It even grinned and used its tender vowels to express its emotions.
She couldn't carry the little guy all the time, so there was a four-legged blue cradle in the living room. It looked like a boat suspended in the air, and could be gently rocked.
Tong was lying in the cradle. He was beside his mother, so he could look at her and listen to her and his sister sing.
"Hehe! Mom, my brother is laughing! " Xixi excitedly slipped down from the sofa and sat on the carpet, looking at her brother in the cradle.
Although singing was fun, her little brother was much more!
The little girl was holding a balloon hammer with a yellow handle and a red cartoon pattern. She was gesturing in front of her younger brother.
However, Tong Tong still didn't know how to reach out his hand to grab it. He could only watch as his chubby little arms moved gently. He grinned with his toothless mouth and laughed happily.
"Little brother, do you want to play? But you don't know how to play! "This naughty sister was still giggling as she teased Tong Tong.
Murphy watched from the side and couldn't help but feel happy for the warm interaction between the siblings.
However, she also saw that Tong Tong's nose was still running. It wasn't much, but when she thought about how she looked when she had a cold, she knew that Tong Tong was suffering from a cold.
It had to be said that although little Momo had caught a cold, his mental state was not bad. The little guy seemed to have a very optimistic attitude. Previously, when he had diarrhea, his body was weak, but the little guy would still tease and tease in his father's and mother's arms. He would open his big eyes and laugh.
If he could learn how to speak, would he be happier to use new words to express his emotions?
Of course, she still had to help Tong Tong blow his nose. Murphy used a small towel to wipe off the snot outside his nose. Then, she tore some medical cotton balls from the side table and twisted them into the shape of a small stick. She gently stuck the stick into Tong Tong's nose and wiped the snot out of his nasal cavity.
Murphy was very serious as she did it. Xi Xi watched from the side with interest.
Tong Tong, who was lying in the cradle, didn't know what was going on. He opened his big eyes and looked at his mother's face, which made him feel comfortable.
After a while, he was inexplicably happy. He started to dance and laugh.
"Don't move. Here's your nose." Murphy was amused as she gently pressed Tong Tong's little hand. She couldn't help but feel happy when she looked at this smiling baby.
… …
Yang Yi came back from his shopping spree around noon. However, he was busy preparing lunch. Although Murphy could help wash the rice and cook, Yang Yi still had to do the cooking. Therefore, all the things he bought could only be sorted out in the afternoon.
In the afternoon, Yang Yi prepared a pen and ink on the table in the side hall. He cut out a large piece of red paper inlaid with gold and spread it on the table. It looked like he was going to sell Spring Festival couplets.
"Papa, what are you doing?" Xi Xi was very interested. She followed behind her father and watched him prepare.
Steamed Bun also followed behind Xi Xi. This guy was now Xi Xi's follower. Of course, he was also very interested in Tong Tong. However, his big master didn't allow him to play with Tong Tong yet.
"Your papa is going to write Spring Festival couplets. Let's watch papa write, okay?" Murphy came from the living room with Tong Tong in her arms. She sat down on a chair and said with a smile.
"Okay!" Actually, there was no need for her mother to say anything. The little girl had already climbed onto the chair in high spirits. She stood on the chair and supported herself on the table. She curiously watched her father dip the brush into the ink on the inkstone.
Yang Yi's expression was a little serious. He knew calligraphy and had learned it in his previous life. However, in comparison, his calligraphy could only be said to be passable. Zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, chess, chess, and calligraphy couldn't compare to his zither and painting. Moreover, he hadn't written in a long time. Yang Yi pondered for a while before he lowered his wrist and started writing.
"Everything goes smoothly, and a lucky star arrives. Everything goes well. Good fortune comes …" Looking at Yang Yi's writing, Mo Fei also read it out word by word.
Yang Yi used a square European regular script. It looked neat and stable. Between the strokes, there was a dangerous and rugged feeling. Of course, compared to semi-cursive and large seal script, this regular script was much easier to recognize.
After writing a Spring Festival couplet, Yang Yi paused. Looking at the words he had written, he regretfully shook his head. It had been too long since he had written with a brush, so it seemed a little rusty.
Originally, Mo Fei was reading the couplets with great interest, and her heart was full of pride. She felt that Yang Yi was really versatile and knew everything. But when she saw Yang Yi shaking his head, crumpling the couplets into a ball and throwing them away, she couldn't help but cry out in surprise.
"Why did you throw it away? Wasn't it written very well? "Murphy asked.
Xi Xi was also very confused. However, she still couldn't understand what her father was doing. Hence, she could only look at him in confusion.
"It's not up to standard. The brushwork is stiff. When I put the brush away, the tip of the brush was too sticky. Let me write another one!" Yang Yi smiled.
"Alright then …" Murphy said regretfully.
Then, Murphy looked at Yang Yi writing again. She read, "Heaven increases the years and people live longer. Spring fills the universe with blessings. Everything is renewed …"
This time, Yang Yi's writing satisfied him a little, so he didn't throw it away.
"You can even recognize this word?" Yang Yi pointed at the word "Sui" in the Spring Festival couplet in surprise. This was the traditional Chinese word for "Sui". Yang Yi wrote such a traditional Chinese Spring Festival couplet. Compared to "door" and other words, the traditional Chinese word for "Sui" was much more complicated.
"I used to live in Harbor City, okay?" Murphy giggled. "Moreover, do you think I'm so stupid? Even if I don't recognize it, I can tell from the context! "
Yang Yi had forgotten about this. He smiled and shook his head, then continued to write.
He had prepared a lot of red paper for the Spring Festival couplets. He just wanted to throw away some of the bad ones. Xi Xi was watching her father's writing attentively. She didn't know if her father's serious attitude could plant a seed of seriousness in the little girl's heart.
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