"I'm sweating all over. Hurry up and wash my face and wipe it with something. Don't scrub it for a while." Sun Hongye felt a little distressed when she saw Zhang Xiaoyue's sweat stains and tears everywhere. She reached out to wipe her hand.

"Let's wash your face first, and then dad will talk to you. Is it okay?" Zhang Yanming asked, tilted his head and looked at Zhang Xiaoyue's little face.

"Okay. I want you to wash me."

"good."

Zhang Yanming took the little girl to the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature and washed her little face, then wiped the vest with a dry towel, and applied moisturizer to her little face.

The little girl's red face was as tender as egg white, and her big eyes were staring at Zhang Yanming's face, as if Zhang Yanming would disappear in the next second.

After washing and wiping, he combed his hair again. Zhang Yanming kissed Zhang Xiaoyue's little face and hugged her out.

Tang Doudou leaned against the bathroom door frame and looked at the father and daughter.

Zhang Yanming bent down and reached out to pick up Tang Doudou.

Tang Doudou was a little surprised, then she smiled happily, looked at Zhang Yanming and asked, "Uncle Second, can you hold him?"

Zhang Yanming deliberately made a difficult look: "I, I can persevere."

The two little girls laughed happily, and Zhang Xiaoyue reached out to hug Tang Doudou: "Dad, I'll help you hold Doudou."

"I will also help you hold Xiaoyue." Tang Doudou also hugged Zhang Xiaoyue and tried hard to help Zhang Yanming 'reduce the burden'.

When he came to the living room outside, Zhang Yanming sat on the sofa with two little girls in his arms.

Sun Hongye was a little worried and came over to check Zhang Xiaoyue's little face and vest: "Why are you crying?"

Zhang Yanming said: "It turns out that I didn't live at home for several years. She was with my mother and I lived outside. At that time, I was not very sensible, and there were few people going back."

"How old was she then? Can she remember?"

"Isn't this just remembering it? I didn't expect it."

"I can remember," Zhang Xiaoyue hugged Zhang Yanming's neck: "Dad also bought me small clothes, and the big guy bought me red leather shoes."

Sun Hongye looked at Zhang Yanming, and Zhang Yanming nodded. This was indeed the case. But he could only remember it after Zhang Xiaoyue reminded him.

Sun Hongye looked at Zhang Xiaoyue, and for some reason he turned red. He glared at Zhang Yanming and walked out: "I'll go to the office to take a look."

Zhang Yanming looked at the time: "I'm off work now, right?"

"Er Niang, where is sister?" Zhang Xiaohuan's voice came in.

"Crying in the house."

"Ah?" The three little boys ran in with a thump, staring at Zhang Xiaoyue with big eyes.

"Dad." Zhang Xiaoyi reached out and patted Zhang Yanming's leg, and screamed.

Zhang Yanming let go of the two little girls, picked up Zhang Xiaoyi and sat on his lap: "Do you miss dad?"

"I thought about it." Zhang Xiaoyi nodded and pointed to his chest: "I thought to myself."

I just thought about it, I was simply perfunctory. No matter who asked this guy, this guy, was made into a fixed pattern by Sun Jiamin.

Every day when Sun Jiamin comes back from get off work, he has to have this conversation with Zhang Xiaoyi.

Zhang Xiaohuan and Zhang Xiaole stood by and stared at Zhang Xiaoyue: "Sister, are you crying?"

"I didn't cry."

"You, your tears have not dried yet. It's such a big girl, why are you crying?"

"Zhang Xiaohuan, I'll beat you to death." Zhang Xiaoyue became furious.

Zhang Xiaoyi sat on Zhang Yanming's lap and looked at the chasing brother and sister and sighed.

"Why are you sighing?" Zhang Yanming pinched his little face.

"I can't beat him, and I'm still flirting with you. Do you think he's stupid?"

"Somewhat." Zhang Xiaole agreed.

Zhang Xiaoyi sighed again, turned his head and looked out the window: "Dad, why do the grass die when it is cold? The tree dies too."

"The trees are not dead, but the weather is too cold. They take off their leaves and grow again next spring. The grass is not dead, they are preparing for winter."

"Then why is it yellow? It's all dry, it's dry, grandma says it's dead."

"Because their bodies are full of water, they will freeze into ice in winter, so they will turn yellow, so they will not be afraid of freezing and will grow again next spring."

"You'll die if you freeze into ice?"

"Well, I'll die if I'm frozen."

"Where are people? Will they die if they are frozen?"

"Yes, so we have to wear cotton coats in winter."

"What about dogs? Why are they not afraid of cold? Cats are not afraid of it."

"Dogs and cats have hair. They will be replaced with thick hair in autumn and thin hair in spring next year."

Zhang Xiaoyi looked down at his little arm: "...I want to grow hair too, so I don't have to wear clothes every day, and the aisle is hard to deal with."

"If you grow hair, then will you still be a human? Then you will be a monkey?" Zhang Xiaole choked.

Zhang Xiaoyi blinked his big eyes and thought for a while: "Monkeys can climb trees, and they are not afraid of the cold. Isn't that good?"

"Then put it in a cage."

"Are you stupid?" Zhang Xiaoyi glanced at Zhang Xiaole: "I just said that, I will grow up? Then I said you have become a monkey, and you will become a monkey tomorrow."

"I'm not stupid." Zhang Xiaole probably got used to being criticized by this younger brother and was not angry at all.

"Dad, can that swan freeze to death in winter?"

"No, animals all have the ability to spend the winter."

"Auntie said yes, peacocks have entered the house, and aunt said they will freeze to death in winter."

"That's because peacocks live in the south, and winter is not cold, so they will freeze to death in the north. Swans live in the north, so they are more likely to be freezing than peacocks.

But when it is too cold, you should let them live in the house and help them spend the winter."

"Where is that bird?"

"Birds are not afraid of the cold, and we don't need to help. They can make nests by themselves and will also grow feathers for winter. However, they are not easy to find food in winter, so they still have to feed them."

Zhang Xiaoyi nodded: "We went to feed the millet with my aunt, so we put the millet there and they came to eat it themselves... They poop everywhere and said they didn't listen."

Zhang Xiaoyi paused for a moment, patted Zhang Yanming's hand and looked up at him: "Dad, can you tell grandma and not let her eat birds?"

"Hmm? Grandma said she wanted to eat it?"

"Grandma and grandma chatted, saying that it was delicious to chop and stir-fry pickles. Grandma said there was no meat, but it was quite delicious."

"That's the past." Zhang Yanming smiled: "It turns out that at that time, when grandma and grandma were young, they were poor at that time and had no food, so they ate everything. Now they won't."

"Have you eaten?" Zhang Xiaoyi asked.

"I have eaten it, and you and I have eaten it. At that time, you and you are the ones who are as old as you, and you can't eat meat. You catch birds to eat it in winter, and then you can't grow up."

“Is it delicious?”

"Not delicious, no meat, they're too small."

"I've eaten it too." Tang Doudou leaned against Zhang Yanming and continued with a smile: "My grandfather caught it for me and used a buckle basket."

Zhang Xiaoyi was a little surprised. He looked at Tang Doudou and shrank back: "We are not allowed to eat or catch our family."

"Why?" Zhang Yanming looked at his son.

"They eat bugs. Grandma said that if the birds are gone, the trees will be full of bugs and will bite the trees to death."

"There are woodpeckers who specialize in catching insects to treat big trees." Zhang Xiaole gave his younger brother some popular science: "Grandma said."

"There are woodpeckers in our yard?" Zhang Yanming asked Zhang Xiaole.

"Yes," Zhang Xiaole nodded: "Grandma said yes, I haven't seen it before."

Zhang Xiaoyue and Zhang Xiaohuan had enough fun, so they walked back in panting and rushed to Zhang Yanming. I don’t know who won.
Chapter completed!