Picked Up A Small Cannon Fodder

The old father performed a Tai Chi move and successfully blocked the little baby's mouth. The little trumpet sat in the back impotently and furiously, "My lord hates it."

Adults always bully children!

The little baby decided that he would ignore his father for a day.The little baby has graduated from kindergarten, and going to elementary school is also a matter of concern to everyone.

Xiao Trumpet's schools are divided by area, Feng Tingyun has already inquired about it, and the little baby can go to the primary school attached to No. [-] Middle School.Jiang Fang's voluntary report for the high school entrance examination is No. [-] Middle School. According to Jiang Fang's estimated score, it is no problem to be admitted to No. [-] Middle School.

In the future, Jiang Fang will be able to take care of Xiao Trumpet when he goes to school, which makes everyone feel at ease.

Feng Hao sighed silently, Wei Xue just thought it was funny, "What's wrong?"

The eldest son has graduated from elementary school and is about to enter junior high school, but Feng Hao is obviously not satisfied with this, "I can also skip a grade and go to No. [-] middle school."

Feng Hao can be said to be a child prodigy from his family, and now the high school courses are not a problem, if he wants to take the college entrance examination directly, he can get a good grade.But he is different from Jiang Fang. Jiang Fang is capable but does not want to skip a grade. He wants to go through the things that should be experienced in each stage step by step.But Feng Hao wanted to skip these earlier, but the suggestion given by the teacher was that although Feng Hao could easily master all the courses, skipping a grade was not recommended.It is not easy for children to integrate into a collective environment that is not of the same age as themselves.

So the family still decided to reject Feng Hao's idea of ​​skipping a grade and let him go to junior high school steadily.

Speaking of which, Feng Hao was still a little depressed. If he could skip a grade, he would be able to go to No. [-] Middle School and go to school with his younger brother.He is now in junior high school. Although he has learned his lesson and chose to go to day school, it is far inferior to Jiang Fang's ability to go in and out with his younger brother in the future.

Feng Hao was envious, he became sour like a lemon.

After graduating from the small trumpet, he had nothing to do at home. Both parents had to work, and Aunt Zhang had to do housework.Probably the happiest thing is that there is no homework during the graduation holiday, and they can all rest.

Little Trumpet plays wildly with Yaya in the garden every day. Yaya has awakened his pure blood, and now he can do anything by digging holes on the sofa.Feng Tingyun can discover new surprises at home every day, but Erha can't beat or scold you, it will often drag your IQ to the same level, and then defeat you with rich brain-dead experience.

So Feng Tingyun basically turned a blind eye, his recent shoes were scrapped super fast.Slippers, in particular, often disappear, and finally the corpse of the slipper will appear in the duck's kennel, and usually only half of it is left.

When Feng Tingyun came home today, his first reaction was to look for slippers. Surprisingly, his slippers were in good condition today.

He looked at Feng Hao and asked the doubts in his heart, "Duck Ya Ya is not naughty today?"

Feng Hao put down the book in his hand, "No, it's playing with my brother in the garden."

Feng Hao stood up and stretched, he had read enough time, it was time to get up and move around.Feng Hao was going to take a stroll in the garden, "I'll help you see what my brother is doing."

Feng Tingyun didn't expose him, it was clear that he wanted to play with his younger brother.

As the saying goes, if the child is quiet, he must be acting as a demon.

Little Trumpet and Yaya had been in the garden for more than half an hour, and when Feng Hao walked over, his eyes went dark.It just rained yesterday and the garden is still muddy today.Yaya's dog's paws were covered with mud, and Little Trumpet knelt on the ground.His body and face were also covered in mud.

He recently saw how his mother made a facial mask, and what kind of volcanic mud he used to make his face white. Little Trumpet thought that he could make a Trumpet brand garden mud, and the effect might not be worse than his mother's volcanic mud.

The little trumpet dried as soon as he said, and he applied the moist soil to his face.This is a pure natural dog digging, artificial application, without any additives, safe and harmless.

The soil was cool, and the little trumpet slapped it a few times just like my mother.

Feng Hao froze on the spot, in his mind there was a battle between heaven and man, in the past?Don't go?

Or call Dad to come.

Without Feng Hao calling, Feng Tingyun has already walked over by himself.Seeing that Feng Tingyun's behavior was exactly the same as Feng Hao's, he rubbed his eyes and looked at his eldest son, "Tell Dad that this is all fake, Dad is already old and dizzy now."

Feng Hao slowly said a more terrifying thing, "You'd better clean up my brother before mom comes back, or else his ass will bloom."

Not only that, Feng Tingyun suspected that his head might explode.

Without saying a word, he picked up the small horn and walked up. The small horn was clamped horizontally and the chubby hand was stroking his clay mask, "Dad, what are you doing!"

Feng Tingyun glanced at his son and wanted to take a breath of oxygen, "Save your dog's life."

Not only the small speakers, but the ducks were also taken upstairs.Aunt Zhang was still busy in the kitchen and didn't find out what happened here. The father and son were relieved. If Aunt Zhang knew about it, she would definitely tell her mother.Feng Hao stood beside his father, covering him from going upstairs.

Feng Tingyun turned around furtively, "Wipe the floor quickly, don't leave any evidence."

On the ground were the black plum blossom seals of ducks and ducks, Feng Hao immediately went to find Mobu.

Feng Tingyun stripped one person and one dog in the bathroom, Xiao Trump shyly covered his little bird urine and called out weakly Dad, Feng Tingyun looked at his dirty clothes, his eyes were darkened and he almost fainted In the past, he had to wash not only the children and the dog but also the clothes before his wife returned.

This is really a big project, Feng Tingyun is in a hurry.

Put water in the bathtub first, but there was a problem in just a while.Originally, the door was closed well, and one person and one dog were covering it.The trumpet talked to Dad to divert attention, and Yaya stood up and opened the door with its paws.Then one person and one dog rushed out while the old father was unprepared, and the bare-bottomed little trumpet had fun at home with a mud mask on his face.

He ran from one end to the other, and Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen to tidy up the sofa.Feng Hao stared at the bare-bottomed trumpet and his breath stopped, so he couldn't let his aunt see it.

He suddenly blocked the aunt's sight, and then sent her back the same way. Aunt Zhang returned to the kitchen with a blank expression on her face, "I want to clean up the sofa."

"I'll do this little thing." Feng Hao blocked the kitchen door and refused to budge.

The old father finally caught the little trumpet, but the dog hadn't caught it yet.

Aunt Zhang was taken aback for a moment and then smiled, "Okay, then you clean up the sofa, and I'll get a broom to sweep the floor."

On the stairs came the unique sound of dog paws going downstairs, Feng Hao went all out and leaned against the door frame, "Auntie, do you think my action is handsome?"

Auntie nodded blankly, "It's handsome, but why do you want to do this?"

Feng Hao has already started talking nonsense, "I heard that after school starts, you need to apply for a school card, and the school card needs a photo. I want to take the most handsome photo and hang it on it."

Aunt Zhang smiled, "You have really grown up, and you will be stinky now."

The old father quietly bent down and carried the dog up. In just a short while, the small horn that was still at the door of the bedroom disappeared.

The old father wants to cry but has no tears. What kind of human suffering is this.

He hastily shut the dog into the bathroom and locked the door, and now no matter how hard it opened the door, it couldn't open it.

The door of Jiang Fang's room was pushed open a crack, Feng Tingyun felt that the small speaker must be hiding inside, he knocked on the door lightly and asked Jiang Fang if he could come in.

Jiang Fang recently took over the job of a taxi caller. He stayed up all night yesterday and just felt a little sleepy, so he lay down for less than half an hour.

Feng Tingyun's voice woke him up. Jiang Fang's room was dark with the curtains drawn.

Through the crack of the door, Uncle Feng Tingyun deduced that Jiang Fang should be resting, and he must have woken up when he heard the rustling sound.

Feng Tingyun didn't go in, but stood at the door and said, "Jiang Fang, help me see if the small speaker is in your room."

Jiang Fang turned over and got out of bed when he heard it. The light was too dazzling and he didn't turn it on directly.After getting used to the darkness in the room, Jiang Fang looked for it, but he didn't seem to find it. Suddenly he remembered something and looked under the bed.

The little trumpet covered in mud almost scared Jiang Fang's soul away. He patted his chest for a while before recovering, "What are you doing?"

While talking, he wanted to pull the little horn out. The flesh of the little horn was soft, so Jiang Fang didn't dare to use too much force.

After finally getting the small speaker out, I found out that it was naked, Jiang Fang said that he was not ashamed.The trumpet put his hips on his hips and refused to admit defeat, "I'm not ashamed, my baby's face is covered."

Good guy, you have to wear pants if you show your face, and you don't have to wear pants to cover your face.What a genius of logic, Jiang Fang walked out with a small trumpet in his arms, and the little fugitive was finally caught.

He was unwilling to be hugged by his father, "Baby doesn't want to take a bath!"

Feng Tingyun was extremely disgusted, "Look at the mud on your face, it's almost dry."

The little baby patted his face beautifully, "It's beautiful! It's a mask."

Feng Tingyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Dad will give you a bath, and later Dad will give you a real facial mask."

What is true and false, the little baby's garden mud mask is hanging.

Just when the old father broke his heart and wanted to deal with the criminal evidence for him, Wei Xue came back.

The small horn itself is the biggest evidence, there is nothing to hide.

Wei Xue, who came back with dessert, forced a smile, "Feng Tingyun, what's on your son's face?"

Before the little baby heard the anger hidden in her mother's words, the bare-bottomed baby showed off happily, "It's the mud from the garden that the baby dug. It's the same as mother's volcanic mud. See if the baby has turned white. "

This guy didn't know what to do but still had a big face for others to see, Feng Tingyun closed his eyes in despair.

Wei Xue went upstairs to pick up the little baby. The education experts said it was good, so don't be angry.It is the nature of children to be mischievous, and we must be good at guiding them.

Wei Xue took a deep breath, "It's okay, I'll wash it up for you."

The little baby was carried obediently to the bathroom, Feng Tingyun suddenly thought of something, and by the time he made a sound to stop it, it was too late.The water in the bathtub has overflowed since I forgot to turn it off, and Erha Yaya is covered with mud and water, because the dog Guazi has painted the glass like an ink painting because he couldn't open the door.

Looking at the dark glass in the bathroom, Wei Xue couldn't bear it anymore. She looked at the devil baby, "What did you do at home? What did you do to the dog?"

The little baby didn't know the danger was coming. "Baby and Yaya went to the garden to dig soil, and wiped it on the face to make it beautiful. Baby also wiped it for mother."

Good things should be shared together, baby is not a selfish person.

Excitedly, he wiped the mud off his face and stretched out his little hand towards his mother. Wei Xue felt that if he touched the mud, his face would not necessarily turn white, but someone's butt would definitely turn red.

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Flying fish, 1 single Yinsheng;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 17 bottles of knowing the meaning of autumn; 1 bottle of curry for kicking black water warming Qingxuan; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!