my sister is a supermodel

At ten o'clock, Fanny was practicing the piano in the living room, when suddenly a doorbell rang from afar.

She turned on the monitor, and saw at the gate, a little guy tiptoed, kept ringing the doorbell, and after a while, tiptoed to look inside, probably did not see anyone, he was holding a football, feeling a little disappointed Walking back, there was a nanny behind him.

"Hey~"

Fanny went to the door and called out, "Are you looking for Rocca?"

The little guy stopped and blinked, "You, who are you?"

"My name is Fanny, Rocca's friend, how about you?"

Fanny opened the door and asked.

"My name is Theodore Hanks"

The little guy said obediently.

"Hanks?"

Fanny glanced at him, black hair, brown eyes and big forehead, "Who are you, Mr. Hanks?"

"It's my dad!"

The little guy puffed out his chest and said loudly.

"Haha~ So it's Little Hanks, is Mr. Little Hanks coming in?"

Fanny asked, stroking his hair.

"Okay~"

The little guy walked into the gate with a football in his arms, "Fanny, can you play football? Mr. Kelly said he would teach me how to play football. He is often not at home these days, and no one plays with me."

"Rocca often plays football with you?"

Fanny took the little one to the lawn.

"Only three times, yes, the first time doesn't count, that time he played tennis with his dad and left me alone, they were so bad"

"Haha~"

Fanny smiled softly, "Theodore, Roca won't be back until noon, do you want to wait for him here?"

"Emm~ Okay! Mom and Dad have gone to work, and my brothers won't take me to play, Fanny, can you accompany me?"

The little guy raised his head and asked.

"Play football? No, I won't!"

Fanny shook her head.

"I can teach you, I already know how to dribble"

The little guy put the ball on the lawn and ran with the football, not fast, but looked good.

"How am I doing, Fanny?"

After running around, the little guy started sweating on his forehead.

"Wow~ It's great!"

Fanny patted him on the shoulder, "If you continue to practice, you will definitely do better, come on!"

"Ok!"

The little guy ran with the ball again.

Fanny smiled lightly, took out the guitar from the room, and sat cross-legged on the lawn, watching the little guy playing football. In the sunlight, she gently plucked the strings.

"Fanny, Fanny, look what I found?"

After a while, the little guy came out of the woods with a football in his arms and a fist-sized pear in his hand.

"Where did it come from?"

asked Fanny, putting down her guitar.

"There was a seagull stealing a pear from a tree, and it almost fell on my head"

The little guy pointed to the pear tree in the distance and said.

Fanny took the pear and washed it in the fountain, "Do you want to eat it?"

"want!"

The little guy took a bite of the pear.

"what about the taste?"

Fanny asked curiously.

"Wow~ It's so sweet!"

The little guy opened his eyes wide, a little surprised, "Fanny, try it!"

"Thank you!"

Fanny took it and took a bite. It tasted good, the skin was a little thick, but the flesh was crisp, sweet and refreshing.

"It's very good, do you still want to eat, I can pick it from the tree"

Fanny walked under the big tree and patted the thick trunk. The trunk was too thick, the bark was cracked, and it was still full of potholes. It was not difficult to climb up.

"Climb a tree?!"

The little guy looked up at the 100-foot-high big pear tree, and opened his mouth, "It's too high. Pete and I have climbed it a few times but we can't climb it. Let's not do it!"

"Haha, what a joke, I'm an expert tree climber, I climbed such a tall tree when I was a child, look at me!"

Fanny twisted her neck, snapped her fingers, stretched her waist again, and began to climb the tree.

"Fanny, come on! Come on!"

The little guy clapped his hands and jumped his feet, his eyes full of admiration.

Fanny worked hard and kept moving forward, and victory was just around the corner.

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