My daughter is so annoying

"This is not allowed."

Xiao Yuer suddenly asked: "Can the radish be roasted?"

Fang Cheng shook his head: "This is not allowed either."

"That……"

When the two little girls wanted to have some vegetables, Yang Yueyue said: "Okay, stop talking, eat quickly."

The two little girls finally stopped asking questions.

……

The next day dawned, exceptionally clear.

In the morning, I went to Liangliang's house to practice the piano. When I left at noon, Fang Cheng told Liangliang and Alice about the bonfire banquet in the evening, and the two immediately agreed.

Obviously Alice is also full of interest in the three words 'roasted sweet potato'.

After eating at noon, the family ran to Yu Qian's house again. The two families sat together and chatted all afternoon, and Fang Cheng casually said something about the bonfire banquet.

Fang Cheng originally thought that Yu Qian, who knew how to play, would not be very interested. Unexpectedly, Yu Qian and Bai Yuhui and his wife readily agreed, and said that the open space in front of their house was the most suitable for a bonfire dinner.

In the evening, as soon as the three families got together in the group, they began to prepare their own things for the evening.

Yu Qian was in charge of building the brick oven for roasting sweet potatoes, Fang Cheng was in charge of the firewood, Lang Liangliang and Alice were in charge of the skewers to eat at night, the reason why Liangliang was not allowed to participate in the activities at the bottom was mainly because his hands were too precious.

Eight O'clock.

It was finally dark.

Fang Cheng and Yang Yueyue came to Yu Qian's house with sweet potatoes and corn, while Lang Liangliang and Alice had already arrived.

"Oh, you have prepared a lot of things."

"Haha, it seems that we can have a big meal tonight."

Yu Qian came out of the room with a book of waste paper: "Let me light the fire first."

"Brother Qian, your brick oven is beautiful."

"Okay."

A flame ignited in the stove, and a few chopped firewood were put in, and it didn't take long for it to ignite into raging fireworks.

Seeing this scene, Alice was so excited: "Oh my god, this is too good."

"It hasn't even started yet, so what?"

"Haha~"

Fang Cheng put the sweet potatoes and corn into the brick oven, and Yu Qian prepared a barbecue stove beside him, put a few pieces of charcoal on the fire, put a few skewers of meat on it, and the aroma soon permeated.

"It's been a long time since such a group of people got together to do something." Liangliang said with emotion.

"Yeah, we're reminiscing about our childhood today."

Bai Yuhui smiled and said, "When you were young, your Brother Qian and I were both in our 20s."

"That's a memory, too."

"Yes."

Qingqing and Xiao Yuer squatted next to the brick stove, watching the burning flames, and asked every few minutes if it was all right, was it all right.

Fang Cheng could only keep saying wait, wait.

The two little girls were also tired of asking, and finally they all curled up in Fang Cheng's arms, listening to the adults talk about the past.

Fang Cheng suddenly changed the subject and said, "Speaking of childhood, I think of a song."

"What song?"

"Childhood." Fang Cheng said it out of his mouth, and regretted it after saying it, because this song does not exist here.

"Childhood? Is it your new song?"

Fang Cheng didn't know how to explain it for a while, and he was not very familiar with the songs in this world, so he could only nod his head in the end and said, "Actually, it's a song I wrote before I debuted."

Yu Qian said directly: "Tonight is such a good opportunity, give us a song."

"alright."

You can hide from the first day of junior high school, but you can't hide from the fifteenth day

Fang Cheng stood up and said, "I'll go get my guitar."

After returning home and bringing the guitar, Fang Cheng sat next to the bonfire, plucked the strings twice, tried the sound test, and began to sing.

The camera teacher next to him hurried to the middle and started to zoom in and shoot.

"The cicadas on the banyan tree by the pond are calling for summer."

"There are only butterflies on the swing by the playground."

"..."

After singing a couple of lines, the people around him clapped the rhythm with sympathy.

Qingqing and Xiao Yuer stood next to Fang Cheng, one on the left and the other on the right, watching Fang Cheng play the guitar, all with expressions of admiration.

"The teacher's chalk on the blackboard is still chattering and writing like hell."

"Waiting for the end of get out of class, waiting for the end of school, waiting for the childhood of the game."

"..."

"Looking forward to the holiday, looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to the childhood when I grow up."

"Day after day, year after year, looking forward to the childhood of growing up."

"..."

"Oh." Lang Liangliang, Alice, and Bai Yuhui all screamed.

Yu Qian nodded and said: "Your writing is really good, people like me in the 60s can hear the feeling of childhood."

"Don't praise me like that, I'll be proud."