Children's smashing guide [Comprehensive base three]

In the courtyard, a wooden stake was placed not far from Wuyin and Zhaoer. Wuyin squatted and tied a small sleeve arrow on Zhaoer's arm, and then tied a sleeve arrow on his own arm.The wind was blowing gently, Zhaoer watched his father curiously.

"Zhao'er, you stand aside first to see how Daddy uses the sleeve arrow." Wuyin quickly activated the mechanism of the sleeve arrow after standing up, and an arrow was shot out, and the arrow quickly hit the wood with a whoosh. On the stake, it was deeply buried in the stake.

Zhao'er immediately ran to the stake and stood on tiptoe to pull out the arrow, but couldn't pull it out because of too little strength.But Zhao'er just refused to let go, and hit the arrow. Wuyin laughed loudly, disregarding his image at all.

"Zhaoer, you can't pull out my strength."

Zhao'er continued to pull out the arrow for a while, but still couldn't pull it out, so she gave up. Wuyin walked over and pulled it out easily, and put the arrow back into her sleeve arrow.

"Come on, Daddy will teach you how to use it."

Wuyin taught it carefully and then asked Zhaoer to try it too. After the first attempt failed, he made a second attempt.Wuyin told him where he made a mistake before he tried again and corrected it, Zhao'er nodded with his fists clasped half-understood.

After trying many times, Zhao'er finally succeeded in shooting an arrow. He happily jumped up and pulled his silent clothes, chirping happily like a bird: "Daddy, I shot it!" .”

"Great, great, come on, let's continue."

"Ah."

It's Zhao'er's sixth birthday, and Wu Yin cooked a table full of delicious meals. When Zhao'er was practicing calligraphy in the study, he smelled the fragrance from the kitchen and kept swallowing, but today he I can only hold back my handwriting task and can't go out. QAQ, I really want to eat. Zhaoer stopped while writing, and ran to the door with small steps, then ran back after struggling. It is better to finish the calligraphy task first, or Daddy will be angry again.

Not long after, Wuyin came to the door of the study and knocked a few times: "Zhaoer, come out for lunch."

In an instant, Zhao'er ran out and took Wuyin's hand, Wuyin shook his head helplessly: This child, he heard that he was eating lunch, so fast.

When he arrived at the dining hall, Zhao'er stood on tiptoe and poked his little round head and popped out from under the table. He saw the dishes on the table and began to order: "There is my favorite sweet and sour fish, well, this one is also I like it, it's delicious."

Wuyin sat down and said: "Although the food is delicious, don't be greedy."

"Zhao'er won't do that." He pouted and said.

Wuyin scratched Zhao'er's little nose: "Then who ate so much last time and then cried and complained that his stomach was uncomfortable."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao'er's face turned red.

"Eat quickly, it's all your favorite food." Wu Yin didn't continue talking, Zhao'er is so cute, if you keep teasing him, this child's face will turn as red as a tomato.

After eating, Wuyin put some vegetables in the bamboo basket, put them layer by layer and finally covered them, took out the prepared paper money and took Zhao'er to Zhang Lian's cemetery to pay homage went.Zhao'er's birthday is the anniversary of Zhang Lian's death, Wu Yin lowered his eyes, he will never be happy on this day, he has gained a relative and lost a relative.

Walking on the road, Zhao'er asked timidly, "Daddy, does mother not like Zhao'er?"

Wuyin sighed: "Zhaoer, how could your mother not like you anymore, you are the most precious and important person in her heart."

As he approached the cemetery, Wu Yin's heart became heavier. The closer he got, the more he could think of Zhang Lian's voice and smile. If Zhang Lian could live, she would be the best mother in the world.In the past few years, when he came to worship, at first it was because Zhao’er was still in his arms and couldn’t call his mother. Then there were two years, one year Zhao’er fell ill, one year it rained heavily, this year Zhao’er Finally, I can kneel in front of the tomb and call my mother.

When we arrived at the cemetery, the small bushes on the side grew green, and birds flew over and sang from time to time. Silently arranged the sacrifices, asked Zhaoer to kneel in front of the tomb, and lit the prepared paper money with a torch. It was burning, and the debris formed after burning the paper money was flying, and said silently: "Zhaoer, kowtow to your mother, and tell me what you want to say."

Zhao'er kowtowed obediently and said, "Mother, Daddy said that you must like me very much. Well, I also like Mother very much. Although I have never met Mother, I think Mother must be the same as Daddy."

Wuyin looked at the burning paper money and listened to Zhao'er's words, her eyes were red: "Lian'er, don't worry, I will take good care of Zhao'er."

After returning home, Wuyin drew a portrait on the paper, Zhao'er slipped into Wuyin's arms and asked, "Daddy, who are you drawing?"

"Your mother."

Zhao'er blinked her eyes: "Is this my mother, who is as good-looking as my father?"

Wu Yin smiled: "Yes, your mother is not only good-looking, but also kind-hearted..."

After finishing the painting, Wuyin stared at the painting and shook his head: "No matter how good the painting is, it can't be as good as a real person." After Wuyin finished speaking, he wanted to tear up the portrait. After tearing up the portrait, he stopped immediately.

"Daddy, why did you tear it up?"

"Hey, what's the use of saving my painting if it's not as graceful as your mother's."

Zhao'er held the portrait in her arms, "Daddy, give the portrait to Zhao'er."

"Okay." It's not bad to leave it to Zhao'er, at least he can remember his mother's appearance.

After washing and sleeping on the bed, Zhao'er squirmed in the bed and finally settled into the most comfortable position to hug Wuyin: "Daddy, I can't sleep, can you tell me about my mother?"

... This child poked the wound in his heart again.

But for a child, it's normal to want to know, looking at his expectant eyes, is it okay if you don't talk? !

"Your mother..." While talking, Zhao'er fell asleep. Wuyin wanted to continue talking, but suddenly found that his son had fallen asleep, so he stopped to rest up.

Suddenly he heard vague words from the child's mouth, and he leaned over to listen carefully, and it turned out that he was calling: "Mother, give me a hug."

The corners of Wuyin's mouth curled up slightly, and he hugged Zhao'er in his arms, then straightened the quilt on his body and fell asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, Wuyin got up and washed up feeling refreshed. Seeing Zhao'er's sweet smile, she couldn't bear to be disturbed. Thinking about taking a day off, she quietly left the house to make breakfast.

After finishing breakfast, he filled his stomach and looked at the sky, then came to the house and asked Zhaoer to get up. Zhaoer's eyes were tightly closed, the quilt covered his chin, his body was straight, and he knew it when he was silent. Zhao'er has already woken up, he is taking a nap.

Wuyin went over and pushed: "Zhaoer, get up."

The person on the bed didn't move.

Continue to tweet: "Little lazy cat, wake up."

Still not moving.

"Little lazy cat, if you don't afford breakfast, it will be gone."

All of a sudden the person on the bed got up: "Don't eat up my breakfast."

"Haha, little lazy cat, pretend to sleep with your daddy, get up and have breakfast soon."

Zhao'er snorted softly, "Daddy, I'm not a lazy cat."

"Okay, okay, it's not the little lazy cat, it's the big lazy cat." Wuyin said mischievously.

"Bad daddy, Zhao'er is not a cat." However, his words have no credibility at all, his bulging cat eyes have already betrayed him.

Zhao'er didn't want to be called a cat, but many years later, there was a handsome young man in white who chased him every day and called him Mao'er, Mao'er, which made him collapse but was willing to do so.

Everything is dry and prosperous, and the seasons change, and it has come to the cold winter. This year's winter is extremely cold, and it is dry and cold in the northern part of the country, but here is gloomy and cold, the cold that penetrates the bone marrow.Back then, when I was still Ye Ying, I relied on being upright in the winter, and it was nothing to experience so many cold winters, but I got used to it in Miaojiang and Saibei and found it very cold.

He really missed the extremely extravagant life in Wanmei Villa, with furs and charcoal fires, and now he can only rely on internal strength to keep warm.

He was fine with internal protection, but Zhaoer was different, Wuyin had to wrap him up layer after layer, and he was definitely fully armed when he went out.

Going to the kitchen to cook, Wuyin went out very unwillingly. Once outside, the wind was cold and blew 360 degrees without any dead angle. It was like countless knives were cutting his skin. Wuyin wrapped himself up Nose twitched and muttered: "Why is this winter so cold this year, hurry up."

But after walking a little distance, Wu Yin's hands were red from the cold when he arrived at the kitchen. Every time he took a step, he felt that his bones were about to break. After the fire was finished, his whole body slowly warmed up, and he finally felt that his body was his own. that's it.

After the meal was ready, Wuyin put it in a basket with a little heat preservation effect, and immediately flung it up into a warm room, shivering and shouting: "Zhaoer, it's time to eat."

Zhao'er immediately dropped the pen in her hand and ran over to help arrange the dishes. It was very comfortable to touch the warm plates with her cold hands. After setting them up, she immediately started eating. If you don't eat in this weather, all the food will be cold in a while.

Wuyin warmed up from the inside out after drinking a bowl of bone soup, he sighed: "Zhaoer, let's eat hot pot tomorrow."

Zhao Er asked: "What is hot pot?"

"Eat very warm food in winter." Wu Yin didn't know how to explain it, so he said it casually.

Emma, ​​Wuyin’s heart is crying. I haven’t eaten hot pot for a long time. I miss Tangjiabao’s hot pot so much. It’s so spicy. It’s so refreshing. It’s a pity that tomorrow’s hot pot is destined to be bland. There is no chili in Changzhou. , heartache.

Zhao'er was full of anticipation and waited for the arrival of tomorrow. The next day, the two of them woke up early. After opening the door, a lot of snowflakes floated in. Touching the snowflakes lightly: "It's snowing."

"Snow? This is snow, so beautiful." Zhaoer said with wide-eyed eyes.

"Oh, the snow is beautiful, but it will be colder when it melts later."

As soon as he heard Zhao'er, he felt the cold all over his body, he shrank his head, it was getting colder, so it was better not to snow.

The snow piled up on the road, Wuyin left Zhao'er in the room and went out to sweep the snow in his coir raincoat and bamboo hat. He swept for a while and rubbed his nose, it was so cold {{{(>_<)}}}.Sweeping and thinking of the school uniform of Chunyang Palace, he finally understood why Chunyang had to be wrapped so thickly. Chunyang is full of snow, and it is still snow-sweeping every day, but Taoist nuns and baaluo wear ==, one Word, cold.

Finally, after clearing the snow, Wu Yin wrapped up Zhao'er and came to the kitchen, happily eating hot pot.

The cold winter finally passed, and the bright spring ushered in. Unfortunately, many people failed to survive the cold winter, and some poor people could not wear warm clothes, and they froze to death at home.Someone in Zhao'er's little friend's family passed away forever in this cold winter. Zhao'er felt sad when he saw his little friend was sad, and when he went back, his whole face showed that he was unhappy.

Wu Yin asked: "What's wrong?"

"Xiaoyan's grandfather died because it was too cold." Zhao'er said weakly with her head drooping.

Xiaoyan's grandfather, he even gave him clothes before, but he still couldn't make it through.

Wuyin comforted Zhao'er softly: "It's okay, it's okay."

Zhao'er rubbed her eyes and continued: "I heard from the adults outside that the imperial court sent people to relieve the disaster, but they didn't get the relief money, saying that they were corrupted by the officials. They also said that if they got the relief money, this time Many people would not die, why no one dealt with those corrupt officials."

Listening to the child's words, Silence felt quite uncomfortable. He said: "There are many corrupt officials in this world, but you have to believe that they will get their retribution one day. There will be such a piece of blue angels in the imperial court." Those who harbor filth have nowhere to hide."

"Uh-huh."

Spring has passed, and seven-year-old Zhao'er has grown taller again. The clothes she wore before are shorter, and she has to spend money to make new ones. It's time to get a new one, the clothes bought outside don't fit very well, and it will take a long time to find the embroiderer, so Wu Yin had to make it himself.

A few days later, Wuyin finished the new clothes, Zhao'er happily put on the new clothes and walked around in front of Wuyin and asked, "Daddy, isn't it pretty?"

"Well, it looks good." I have to say that his son is really suitable for blue, um, and red, just like Ximen Fuxue is suitable for white.

"Then can I wear the new clothes to play with Xiaoyan and the others today?" Zhao'er felt a little uneasy, the new clothes are so good, what if her father doesn't allow them to wear them out, and she is afraid that she will get dirty and damage them.

Wuyin patted Zhaoer on the shoulder: "Go, have fun."

"Okay(^o^)/~, then I'll go now." Zhao'er ran out happily, in a hurry.

Now that Zhao'er has gone out, Wuyin continued to do his own thing, he practiced his sword in the courtyard, when he thought of Zhao'er's smiling face, his whole swordsmanship softened.

At noon, Wuyin found that Zhao'er hadn't come back after eating, thinking that he had forgotten the time while playing with Xiaoyan and the others.So I continued to wait for a while, but I haven't come back yet.He looked at the sky, it shouldn't be, Zhao'er, although he likes to play, it is absolutely impossible for him not to come back for dinner because he played so late, did something happen? !

The author has something to say: I'm so hungry, goo~~(╯﹏╰)b, but if I eat too much, I will vomit and feel sad.

I went to the game today, but I lost the connection as soon as I went to Wudu, I thought it was my network problem, but Changge was fine, so I knew it was not my network problem, gww, can you fix the server Order, I just want to go to the Five Poisons to check the brand.

It's really cold, I really want to eat hot pot tomorrow, QAQ, but I can't eat it myself, crying, /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~.