My daughter is so annoying

It has been No. 19 days since I came to this village. According to the program team, recording another day tomorrow will bring the whole program to a successful conclusion.

Thinking of leaving this place tomorrow, Fang Cheng felt a little bit reluctant.

"Honey, pack up the things you don't need tonight, and we'll go back to Shanghai tomorrow evening."

"it is good."

Yang Yueyue agreed, and ran upstairs to pack her luggage.

Qingqing and Xiao Yuer sat on both sides of Fangcheng, with their heads buried on their shoulders, watching the cartoon that was playing on TV. After watching an episode, Xiao Yuer yawned and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, we Are you going home tomorrow?"

"Ah."

Fang Cheng asked curiously: "Father asks you, do you like this place more, or our own home?"

Xiao Yuer coyly said: "Where are my uncles and aunts, that's where I like."

Qingqing raised her little hand and said, "Me too."

Fang Cheng laughed, stretched out his hand to hold the feet of the two little girls, felt a bit of coolness, got up and went upstairs to find two pairs of socks, squatted down in front of the sofa, and put them on for the two little girls.

Fang Cheng raised his head and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"Noodle."

"What about you, little fish?"

"I'm the same as Qingqing."

Fang Cheng knew in his heart that Xiao Yu'er actually didn't like noodles, as a parent, how could he not even realize this.

The reason why Xiao Yu'er said she was the same as Qingqing was probably because she didn't want to trouble herself.

Thinking of Xiao Yu'er being so sensible at such a young age, Fang Cheng felt emotional again.

Fang Cheng forced a smile, rubbed Xiao Yu'er's head, got up and went to the kitchen to cook noodles. There were some dumplings in the noodles, which Fang Cheng specially left for Xiao Yu'er.

After half an hour.

Yang Yueyue packed up her things and finally came down from upstairs. At this time, Fang Cheng also made noodles.

"Come for dinner."

With the previous experience, this time Fang Cheng just yelled, and the two little girls ran over immediately.

In front of Qingqing was a bowl full of noodles.

In Xiaoyuer's bowl, only the top layer is noodles, and the bottom layer is Qingqing's favorite dumpling.

Xiao Yu'er took two bites, and when he found that the bottom was full of dumplings, he subconsciously looked up at Fang Cheng, and then ate again without saying a word.

"Go and take them to take a bath, I'll clean up."

"Ah."

Yang Yueyue wiped her hands, and was about to take the two little girls upstairs to take a bath in the bathroom.

Qingqing pestered Fang Cheng, pouted and said, "I want my father to wash it for me."

Fang Cheng turned his head and said with a smile: "No, Qingqing has grown up, so mother can only wash it for you."

Qingqing raised her head and asked innocently, "Why?"

"Because Qingqing is a girl, taking a bath is very important, so boys can't see it."

Qingqing didn't understand anymore: "But didn't my father wash it for me when I was a child?"

"That's because Qingqing is still young."

"Alright then." Qingqing easily compromised.

Fang Cheng looked at the backs of the mother and daughter and smiled, and continued to clean up the dishes.

……

Nothing overnight, early the next morning.

When Fang Cheng came to Lang Liangliang's house, he saw the couple packing their luggage and was trying to find a reason to leave, but Lang Liangliang asked him to stay.

"Today is the last day. Let's finish the last class."

"it is good."

Fang Cheng began to learn piano skills from Lang Liangliang again. An hour later, Lang Liangliang suggested: "Why don't we cooperate again."

"How to cooperate."

"I'll play you and sing, how about singing the song Sunny Day from your album?"

"Okay."

Lang Liangliang sat down in front of the piano, and Fang Cheng stood beside him.

The two performed in harmony.

Accompanied by the melodious sound of the piano, Fang Cheng finally sang:

"The little yellow flower of the story has been floating since the year I was born."

"Swinging on the swing in my childhood has been swaying with my memory until now."

"..."

"On a windy day, I tried to hold your hand."

"But it's raining gradually."

"So big that I can't see you."

"How long will it take before I can be by your side."

"Wait until the day clears."

"Maybe I'll be better off."

"..."

After singing a song on a sunny day, even the filming director who was on the side couldn't help applauding.