Daddy Academy

Chapter 1348 Keeping the Clouds and Seeing the Moonlight

While Xi'er and Dudu were in the vault box, Xin Xiaoguang quickly slipped away.

Dudu asked Xi'er to make a horse box, and jumped over it in one go, which won Xi'er's praise.

There is nothing wrong with asking Dudu for advice, Dudu is very good at it.

Dudu used Xi'er as a horse box and made a standard demonstration, then she made a horse box by herself and asked Xi'er to jump over it.

Xi'er hiahia laughed and jumped a bit, but she still didn't jump over, but sat on Dudu's back, unable to pass, unable to get off, her laughter turned into an awkward laugh.

But Dudu was not angry at all, she continued to teach Xi'er very enthusiastically, and repeatedly let Xi'er jump over her.

The two came to the yard, where Xiaobai was playing football with Xiaomi, and Duliu also came, sitting on Lao Li's chair and eating melon seeds, while Lao Li stood aside and teased the birds.

"What are you doing?" As soon as Liuliu saw Dudu, she left Lao Li and ran over.

"Hiahia, we are jumping goats, can you? Duoliu." Xi'er asked.

Of course, Liuliu would not say that she could not, but confidently said that she would.

Xi'er asks her to make a horse box and let her dance with Dudu.

Liuliu bent down eagerly, and let Dudu jump over her.

I have to say that Dudu's athletic talent is really good, Liuliu is a circle bigger than Xier's, but she still jumped over it in one go.

But Xi'er still couldn't jump over, and sat on Liuliu's back, and got down with Dudu's support.

Liuliu straightened up, patted her little hands, panting on purpose, looking like she was very tired, and then excitedly asked Xi'er and Dudu, who would come first.

The two puppies asked what was going on suspiciously.

Liuliu said, make her a duck in a horse box.

Xi'er was stunned and said, "I'm a kindergarten kid."

The next second, she ran away.

Liuliu: "..."

Look at Dudu.

Dudu rolled his eyes and said that he was a kindergarten kid, and then ran away.

Although the two children are young and simple-minded, they both know at this moment that whoever is Fat Liuliu's horse is a fool.

"It's a duck, you can't afford ducks~~~"

Liuliu shouted behind them, filled with righteous indignation, she was enthusiastic, but in exchange for betrayal, ε=(ο｀*))) Alas, Liuliu felt that Dudu had changed, and now she was less and less listening to her.

This night, Xi'er had to go home early, because she had physical education class during the day and was very sleepy at night. She brushed her teeth at home and fell asleep while brushing. She was so sleepy.

The next day, Tan Xi'er was alive and well. After breakfast, she set off for kindergarten with her schoolbag on her back.

Tan Jin'er was driving her on a small electric vehicle, and when she passed the "Lao Niu Barber Shop", Xi'er saw Wan Xiaohu standing at the door with a small schoolbag on his back, ready to go, so she waved excitedly to say hello.

Wan Xiaohu responded enthusiastically by waving his hands.

Lao Niu came downstairs after the little electric car that had seen the little sisters of the Tan family disappeared at the intersection, launched the small electric car, and sent Wan Xiaohu to the kindergarten.

Xi'er and Wan Xiaohu are both 5 years old, and they are in the same kindergarten.

After Lao Niu sent Wan Xiaohu to the kindergarten, he returned immediately and opened a shop for business.

Since he tidied up the inside and outside of the store, the business in the store has been getting better and better every day. Besides the old men, there are also children patronizing.

For example, in the past two days, Lao Niu helped three babies cut their fetal hair.

In the morning, the old cow hardly rested. Except for drinking some water and going to the toilet, the rest of the time was busy.

This made him very relieved.

It wasn't until 01:30 at noon that the barber shop became quiet.

But the old cow still can't rest, he wants to hurry up and have lunch.

Time didn't allow, he didn't cook by himself, but ordered a takeaway from a small restaurant on the street, went back to the store and scrambled a few times to fill his stomach, and suddenly remembered that a postman seemed to have come this morning, gave him an envelope.

He picked it up and put it in the store.

The old cow looked for it immediately, and finally found it on the coffee table in front of the sofa, under the magazine.

Looking at the envelope, Lao Niu felt uneasy because he saw the name of a publishing house written on the cover.

It should be related to his novel, Lao Niu thought.

He opened the envelope, pulled out the letter inside, just a thin piece of paper, folded in half.

Lao Niu unfolded it, and couldn't help reading: "Dear Mr. Niu, Zhan Xinjia, thank you very much for your contribution to this magazine... We regret that we cannot use your novel..."

Lao Niu was very disappointed, and it was another rejection letter.

He refolded the letter according to the fold marks on the letter, put it back in the envelope, and threw it back into the wooden box for storage as a souvenir.

However, at this moment, he remembered the self-recommendation email he sent to another publishing house a few days ago with Wan Xiaohu's encouragement.

The store has been busy these days, so Lao Niu forgot about this matter, mainly because he had no hope. He was disappointed too much in the past, and his sense of expectation for this matter has been smoothed out.

He came to the second floor, turned on the computer, and opened the mailbox with clumsy fingers. Sure enough, there was an unread email.

He looked forward to opening it, and saw that the content read:

"Dear Mr. Niu, Zhan Xinjia. We have received your work. Can you leave a phone number so that we can contact you conveniently."

Although I didn't say that Lao Niu's work was accepted, I at least said that I would leave a phone call.

Lao Niu immediately replied to the email and sent his mobile phone number.

The cell phone rang suddenly, and Lao Niu saw that it was a strange call.

After Lao Niu connected, the opposite person claimed to be the editor of the publishing house, and just contacted by email.

Lao Niu was shocked, and the other party said that he admired his writing very much and wanted to publish it, and asked him if he had any other works that could be considered for publication.

The old cow just felt a rush of anger straight to the sky.

He only felt that his hard work in the past had finally paid off, and he was both excited and gratified.

Lao Niu is in a good mood. When giving a haircut in the afternoon, there is a smile on his face from time to time, and the level of craftsmanship seems to be better than before.

In the afternoon, he specially bought half a roast goose from the small shop in Huangjia Village, and had roast goose with Wan Xiaohu for dinner.

"Hee hee hee, I'll just say it~ You have to work hard, Grandpa Niu."

Wan Xiaohu, who was full of greasy food, was very happy after listening to Lao Niu's words. He habitually asked for credit and was happy for Lao Niu.

The old cow laughed heartily, and he was in a good mood. The bad breath that had been pent up in his heart for many years finally heaved a sigh of relief.

"Is anyone in the store?"

There was a voice of questioning from downstairs, it was a customer who had a haircut.

Lao Niu put down the bowls and chopsticks, and said to Wan Xiaohu: "Eat slowly, and leave it there when you're done. I'll wash the dishes when I'm done."

After finishing speaking, he hurried downstairs, and a young man asked, "How much is the cut here?"

Lao Niu said 20 yuan, and noticed that there were other people in the store, a man in his 30s, who had been looking around.

Because it wasn't the other party's turn yet, Lao Niu didn't care. He didn't notice that person had left until he finished cutting a person and was about to cut that person's hair.

It's just that I don't know when the other party left, and the hair hasn't been cut yet!

In the evening, Lao Niu worked with candles, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, sorting out all the manuscripts and waste manuscripts in the cabinet. He was busy until one o'clock in the morning, and finally sorted out several stories and prepared to send them to the publishing house.

(End of this chapter)