[Love and Producer] Time is long

(One)

The first time I saw my sister, to be honest, I didn't like it very much.

She is a bit like the doll that girls hold and play with every day, but she is more wrinkled, her nose is flat, her eyes are not so blinking, she just sleeps all day long.Mama said she wanted to give me a younger sister, but I wanted building blocks or a bicycle more.

But my sister feels much better than a doll, a meaty ball, I poked it, like... Well, the noodles I made when I was making dumplings at my grandfather's house during the Chinese New Year.

I probably poked a little harder, and then she let out a childish snort.

"Xiao Fan, be gentle when you touch your sister." Ma Ma took her hand and put it on my arm, the fingers curled up like bird's claws scratched me very itchy, so I stretched out my hand to hold her, trying to stabilize her .Unexpectedly, that little hand held my two fingers.

"Her hands are so small..." I gestured with my hand, and it was able to completely wrap her little hand.Ha, little boy!

"Yeah, it's cute, isn't it?" Mama looked at me with a smile, then reached out to her sister to cover her face and then opened it suddenly.With such a simple action, the little thing was actually amused and giggled. There was not a single tooth in his mouth, and the saliva dripped down my arm.

"Huh—" I took advantage of Mama's inattention and rubbed all over her bib.She actually stared at me in a daze, so that I ran to ask Ma Ma for another clean one to put on for her before I felt relieved.

(two)

My sister didn't get a name when she was young, and I heard the people next to her call her everything.She didn't seem to care, and she would giggle at anyone who teased her.

Once Uncle Wei took Aunt Xiaoyun to visit her and suggested giving her a nickname.

"How about Xiaotuantuan?"

"Isn't it good?... Well, where's Xiaofenyuan? Or...Little Roubaozi?" Dad just frowned and said nothing at first, but then he couldn't hold back and said softly:

"Why are you eating?"

"Uh—probably because I didn't have breakfast today..." Uncle Wei rubbed the back of his head embarrassingly.

My father and I shook our heads and sighed, and Ma Ma and Aunt Xiaoyun couldn't help but pursed their lips and laughed.

The little guy may not like to use food as his name very much.I snorted in the crib, and I turned my head to look, only to find that she had kicked off the thin quilt on her body, her face was red, her brows were frowning, and her forehead was sweating.I just played in the water, and my hands were cold, so I poked her face. I didn’t pay attention for a while, but she snatched it greedily, and then I slept peacefully under my fleshy face as a small cool mat. .

"Just call her Xiao Nuan..." Dad looked at her and took a small handkerchief to wipe her sweat.

Hmph, actually I think it should be called very hot!

(three)

Ever since I had her, my father has taught me that I can no longer rely on my mother to sleep. After giving birth to Xiaonuan, my mother can't sleep very well.Once I was sick and insisted on sleeping with my mother, and the next day I saw that she was just like the Kung Fu Panda doll Uncle Wei gave me.

When I reluctantly moved to my own small room to sleep, Xiao Nuan took advantage of it.She is not at all like those little angels who sleep all day long, and the daily energy can make several adults so tired that they surrender.

One night I heard her babbling again, thinking that if this continued, I would wake up my mother, so I tiptoed up and sneaked into the cubicle next to my parents' room.As soon as I entered the door, I saw a suitcase, and then looked inside, through the yellow star night light on the table, I saw a tall figure standing in front of the window, with a pink bib on his black suit. On the shoulders, Xiao Nuan was lying on it, half-closed her eyes, sucked her small mouth, and rubbed her eyes anxiously with her small hands from time to time, making impatient babbling sounds from her mouth.

"Dad..." I walked in and walked around in front of Dad, and saw that he was shaking the bottle with one hand, while the other hand was holding the little finger warmer and patting it gently.

"Come on, I can shake it too!" I reached out to take the bottle in my father's hand.

Dad was stunned when he saw it, thought for a while, then nodded, pointed to a small sofa next to him and said, "Sit down first, put this small towel on your hand, shake it slowly, don't get burned."

After I took the bottle, I realized that although my father didn't bring Xiao Nuan at home very much, he still had a lot of experience. The glass bottle looked small, but it was heavy to shake in his hand.I've tried feeding her before, but it's the first time I have to shake the milk.It was a little sore after shaking my hands a few times.

"Don't use brute force. If you shake it too fast, you will get tired. You have to find a way and rhythm to do things." Dad took my hand and led me to shake it twice. Sure enough, it seemed that it would save effort to slow down.

Xiaonuan became more and more unhappy, and the babbling sound became louder. I heard the sound of my mother turning around in the room.Not good - this little guy is going to wake up Mommy anyway!I was a little anxious, the milk bottle suddenly slipped out of my hand for some reason, I was so scared that I almost shouted, reaching out to catch it!However, something magical happened...

——The milk bottle actually stopped in the air.I stared at the milk bottle, curiously wanting to reach out to touch it, but my father suddenly held my hand.

His expression was serious, and his eyebrows were furrowed tightly.I know I made a mistake, so I apologize immediately:

"Dad, I'm sorry..."

Dad reached out and touched my head, his eyes seemed a little surprised, "You... don't feel anything?"

"I... I feel a little sleepy... I'm sorry..." I didn't know how to answer, thinking that my father was going to blame me, so I said modestly again, feeling a little scared in my heart.

"Be careful next time." Dad didn't say much, he touched my face lightly, and gave me a shush gesture.

At this time, Xiao Nuan babbled twice inappropriately, and Dad frowned even more tightly.He patted Xiaonuan to be afraid and shook it left and right for a while, then reached out to catch the bottle that was parked in mid-air, and put it back on me.

I was a little touched.Naturally, I was very careful to accept this task again this time, and I persisted in shaking it well until the end without falling again.I secretly looked at my father, but his brows never stretched out.

Xiaonuan drank milk, burped a few times comfortably, and then fell asleep on her father's shoulder contentedly.The little thing is still restless with her eyes closed, the little paws always love to scratch here and there, sometimes sweeping across her father's face, sometimes scratching at her father's sleeves, if she hugs her arm directly, she will be even more unhappy, directly Wow to express dissatisfaction.

Dad sang softly to lull her to sleep. Dad's singing seemed to have magical powers, and Xiao Nuan became honest as soon as she heard it. She listened quietly, her little eyes half-closed slowly, and seemed to be a little sleepy at last.I've never heard my father sing before, so it turns out that my father can sing so well, but his singing is different from my mother's, it has a... well, manly feeling!

"Go back to sleep first." Dad obviously saw that I was sleepy, although I tried to open my eyes.

"I...I still want to help..."

"You have helped a lot tonight." Dad squatted down, patted my shoulder, and gave me a smile: "My Xiaofan has grown up."

"Dad..." I suddenly felt like crying, and reached out to hug Dad's arm. "I don't want to go back to sleep, I want to listen to my father singing to put my sister to bed here..."

"Little fool." Dad rubbed my head again, this time with more force.I know my father didn't mean that I was stupid.Because I often hear my father call my mother like this, and my mother is very happy, so it must not be the meaning I learned in school...

After that night, as long as my father was at home, he would come to my room and tell me stories every night before going to bed. Although the stories he told were different from the fairy tales in the kindergarten, I couldn’t understand more than half of the content, but I I won't tell my dad... (≧▽≦)

Hmm... Can this be credited to Xiaonuan's naughtiness?

(four)

Xiaonuan grows up very fast, and can run around when she is less than one year old.The little one can hide anywhere, and often appears in some very strange corners, which is very troublesome.

"Gogo... Gogo..." It's like every time I hide and build a model, she can always find me.A pair of meaty claws like fat lotus root will always make my whole night's efforts go to waste every time I swipe and pull.

My method is to stop her at the door.

"It's brother, not Gogou..." I pointed at her little nose and taught her every word.

"Brother... Gogou..." She bumped her head against me, her two restless little hands passed through my body and the hole in the door frame, desperately reaching for the half pirate ship model by the table, she didn't have the heart to ask me to correct her Pronunciation thing.

"No! My brother is doing serious things, you have to be good!" When she was making trouble for no reason, of course I had to act like a brother.

How could Xiaonuan know how to listen, she waved her little hands with frightening power.I supported the door frame with both hands, and pushed my feet back to resist, desperately protecting my own territory.Suddenly, for some reason, I pushed myself to the ground with all my strength!

what's the situation? !

"Gogo, Gogo!" The little devil's voice came from behind me. Before I got up and rushed over, she had already poured out several bags of parts that I had spent hours sorting with great difficulty. I happily put my little finger in it and stirred it around, imitating my mother's usual way of cooking. From time to time, I picked up a little finger and sucked it in my mouth, and then put it back!

It's okay... I comforted myself, just wipe it off later, and then reclassify it.There are a lot of parts in this ship-in-a-bottle model, as long as they are all in place and not lost.

Then I saw her holding a large handful in her palm:

"uproar--"

Small parts of various colors are scattered in every corner of the room like goddesses.

I... I am a strong boy!

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//Everyone, come and make up your mind about what exactly is the bedtime reading that Lao Li gave Xiao Fanfan?