Chapter 187 Responsible Little Girl (9/10)

Chapter 187 Responsible little girl (910)

The weekend is here, and Xixi is also on vacation. Yang Yi, who has been busy for a few days, decides to give herself a vacation, mainly because she wants to accompany her daughter, so she willfully closed the coffee shop.

However, he did not learn from a certain Mr. Yuan, and posted a note at the door of the store asking for leave. This guy didn't even have the idea of ​​making excuses.

To Yang Yi's surprise, Murphy also came. Murphy, who didn't know when she figured it out, also suspended the record work that was in the process of recording, and took advantage of the weekend to reunite with Xixi and Yang Yi for two days.

Murphy used to be a workaholic!

When she was preparing for her comeback album, she really stayed in the recording studio day and night. Even sending Xixi to Yang Yi's house had to make time to be free!

"I don't know why... Maybe after a failure, I realized that music also needs to be taken slowly. The person who accused me is right. Slow work and careful work, and haste is not enough." Murphy replied Yang When Yi was puzzled, she herself was a little confused.

I saw her leaning against the fence, looking at the starry night sky, and continued to murmur: "Maybe it's because I now realize that music and family are actually equally important, I don't want to devote all my energy to work, but I ignored my daughter's growth."

"And me?" Yang Yi hugged Murphy from behind and intertwined her fingers.

"Hee hee!" Murphy was no longer confused at this time, but she shrugged playfully, squeezed into Yang Yi's arms, and said, "Is there any reason for you, guess!"

Yang Yi's arms are still very warm!

...

On Saturday, they just stayed at home, listened to Xixi's story about kindergarten, and slapped the three little Yings. Then at night, after Xixi fell asleep, Yang Yi and Murphy became romantic again.

It was already a love affair, and I had done what I should have done, and there was no such obstacle as Murphy's "relatives" like last time.

The story of this starry night is indescribable.

On Sunday, the refreshing Yang Yi has a special arrangement!

"Let's go to climb Tingshan, and then have a barbecue on the mountain!" Yang Yi had prepared all the ingredients, equipment, and charcoal for the barbecue early in the morning, and announced with great interest.

"Okay!" Xixi was the most supportive, she jumped and cheered, "I like to play the most!"

"But barbecue in the mountains, will it cause a mountain fire?" Murphy, who had a ruddy face, was playing with the wind and rain flowers he bought yesterday, and asked worriedly while spraying water mist.

"There is indeed such a risk." Yang Yi smiled and said, "But don't worry, I am an expert in getting food in the mountains. With me there, there is no risk!"

"But I'm a little worried about you, can you walk?" Yang Yi came over a little worriedly and asked softly, pressing Murphy's shoulder.

Murphy wakes up a bit unnatural in the morning! Although it was not the first time, and he had given birth to a child, after all, it was too long, and Yang Yi struggled all night.

"You can go, why can't you go?" Murphy didn't dare to look up at her daughter after being told by Yang Yi. She reached out and hammered Yang Yi's chest and whispered, "I'm going to die, say this in front of my daughter."

Yang Yi scratched his head and smiled hehely: "I'll change the route, we won't climb the mountain, I'll drive into the mountain!"

"Go, go!" Xixi shouted while announcing her sense of existence, her face flushed with excitement.

"Of course I'm going, I must make your Baba delicious today! Be responsible for our mothers!" Murphy smiled and hugged Xixi, kissed her, and said meaningfully.

Just as Murphy was packing up her clothes and Yang Yi was arranging the barbecue ingredients she was going to bring, Xixi ran over again.

"Baba, can we take the little ones with them?" The little girl was still thinking carefully, and now she took her father's hand and asked worriedly, "If we're not at home, the little ones will be very scared. ."

Yang Yi patted Xixi's little head and smiled gently: "Of course, we're going to take the little ones with them, but Xixi, can you shoulder the responsibility of taking care of them?"

The kittens must be brought, because Yang Yi and the others will play for almost a day after they set off. If the kittens are left at home, I am afraid that the kittens will be starved to paralysis during the day, right?

Xixi was very happy when she heard it, the little girl raised her chest and sullen her face, and promised seriously: "I can do it, Baba, I will take good care of the little ones!"

The book is right, don't treat children as children who don't understand anything, give them some "small tasks" within their ability, and they can create unexpected surprises for adults!

After a while, Yang Yi carried the big mountaineering bag she had packed into the living room, and was surprised to see that Xixi was stuffing the kittens' things into her small school bag.

At the same time, the three little Englishmen were either lying down, sitting, or pacing leisurely, surrounding the little girl, looking up.

"What are you doing with the kitten's toys?" Yang Yi came over, glanced at it, and asked with a smile.

Yang Yi took out a fluffy cloth mouse and threw it in his hand playfully, which immediately attracted the attention of the kittens, and even Duo Duo turned over from the ground and stood up. Look at the little cloth mouse rolling in the air with big eyes.

However, Xixi refused. She jumped up, took her father's hand, and snatched it over: "Baba, don't do it! I finally managed to clean it up!"

"Are you going to take it outside for them to play with?" Yang Yi saw his daughter nodding, he smiled and patted the little guy's head, and said, "Then don't take too much, just go out for a while, take so much They can't play much."

Xixi's big eyes were a little confused, she scratched her head, pouted her mouth and said, "Then, what should I do then?"

"Come on, Dad will pack it up for you. Let's get some toys, the cat food they eat at noon, and the milk the kittens want to drink." Yang Yi comforted the little girl, and then helped her put some big ones. Take out the unused toys.

A small shuttlecock played by a cat on the table accidentally rolled down, which immediately triggered a battle among the three kittens.

"Hee hee, come on, little girl, come on, little girl!" Xixi's attention was attracted to the past, the little girl didn't care about watching her father clean up, turned around and joined the battle group. She was not only a cheerleader, but also often helped Xiaojiao. Pull the side frame!

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At ten o'clock in the morning, we finally set off!

Yang Yi drove the car, carrying Mo Fei and Xixi, and the three kittens in the cage in the back of the car, and drove to the depths of Tingshan.

Tingshan said that the small is also small, and the big is also big.

The small one is Tingshan, which borders Jiangcheng Media University. This is the main mountain, but it is not as tall as Mount Huang and Mount Tai. It is just a small mountain!

It makes sense to say that it is big, because the whole Tingshan is a small mountain range, and the continuous mountains and valleys behind it form a small mountain range with Tingshan as its head.

The place where Yang Yi drove is another relatively gentle hill. At present, a winding mountain road has been built, but the corresponding scenic spot has not been established yet. It is sparsely populated and is a good place for self-driving tours.

On the road, there was only the Balang car on the winding road. Yang Yi opened the window and the roof, and really took a ride.

The recovery was very fast, and Murphy, who had no discomfort, sat with Xixi in the back seat. They were also in a cheerful mood. Murphy clapped her hands and sang to Xixi: "Time is slow, you walk slowly. , I want to accompany my baby, sitting in a small boat, along the river..."

The little girl also clapped her hands and shook her head with a smile on her face. Yang Yi drove the car, smiled slightly, and listened quietly. Songs that are not well-known in this world, sung in Murphy's clear and melodious voice, are actually melodious and moving.

I don't know whether the cicadas in this mountain have entered autumn and come to the end of their lives, or are they intoxicated by listening to the songs, they have no sound. The warm breeze was blowing, and only the rustling of the leaves echoed with the singing.

Indescribable, such a simple description should not touch the line, right?