Old Street Stories

The car stopped at the door of Tang Yun's studio in Xifu Town, and Tang Hui, who had been sleeping all the way, also woke up.

Seeing the signboard of the studio outside the car clearly, Tang Hui hesitated and said, "Dad, I didn't behave well in kindergarten today, can you not tell my little dad?"

Da Jun looked back at the stream of saliva left on his son's face, and said embarrassingly: "This matter is not easy, I have never lied to your little dad."

Tang Hui is well aware of his father's seven inches: "That piano cover hit me, it really hurts, it hurts too much, Dad, you would cry if it were you."

Dajun was so distressed again, he quickly picked up his little hand to take a closer look.

"Little Huihui! My big baby!" The back seat door was opened at once, and the third child of the Zhang family came up and kissed the child first.

"Third father!" Tang Hui saw the third child's eyes lit up, "Did you agree to bring it to my Ultraman?"

The third child unfastened the safety belt on the children's chair with familiarity, and said with a smile: "Hey in the house, baby, how is your performance in the kindergarten today? Did you make all your classmates so handsome? Yo! You're sinking again. Hey, third dad can't hold you anymore!..."

Dajun locked the car, turned around and saw Tang Yun carrying a few plastic bags from a distance, walking this way with Yang Meiyun, and quickly stepped forward to take them: "It's such a hot day, and it's still raining, Mom, are you here?" How nice it is to stay in the studio."

Yang Meiyun said with a smile: "I'm not tired. Your dad and I have just arrived. Xiaoyun and Lao San have already cooked. We just went out to buy some fruit. How is Huihui doing? Are you crying?"

"Hehe, I cried for a while, and the other children were crying, so Huihui just followed suit."

There was a flattering smile on Dajun's face every time he saw Yang Meiyun, and Tang Yun felt that the old lady was Cixi for three seconds now.

Open the door of the studio courtyard, first there is a vegetable garden and a small garden, and then go inside, there is a long plastic playground with a pergola, small slides, small swings, small basketball hoops, Ultraman and toy small Cars have their own place.

This studio is after the master passed away, according to his old man's will, sold the old house and small workshop of Zhang's family, and divided the money into four equally. detached house.

Some of the original masters from the small workshop came to work, and so did the third child. At the beginning, I still couldn’t see people often. Since I got Huihui, I can’t wait to live in the studio. Most of it is his handwriting.

"Ah! Xiao Huihui, what's wrong with your hand?" The little secret was still seen through by the third child.

Tang Hui hurriedly jumped up, trying to cover his third father's mouth, but happened to meet Dajun and the others entering the door, and grandma, young dad, and dad listened to him.

Yang Meiyun went to see her precious grandson, and turned to look at Tang Hui's little hand: "Little boy, does it hurt? Who made it for you? Old Tang, hurry up and get Yunnan Baiyao."

"Grandma, I'm a soldier. I don't hurt at all, and I didn't cry. I'm the bravest." Junhui pointed to his sea soul shirt, reminding grandma of his personality.

"Ah! Uncle Tang, this is for oral administration. Xiao Huihui needs to use a spray."

"Old Tang, what are you really doing, third child, Yunnan Baiyao is in the third small drawer from the left of the medicine chest."

"Grandpa and grandma, I really don't hurt. The teacher even praised me, when I introduced myself..."

Tang Yun walked into the kitchen with Da Jun, took the watermelon in his hand, and they looked at each other and smiled.

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