Time flies, a year goes by.

In the early morning, the remnant moon is like a cobblestone that has lost its luster, thrown into the sky.

A little boy, slowly climbing out of the cot.

He glanced at his parents, who were 'asleep' in bed, and skimmed his lips like a little adult.

Only then did he take up a pair of small short legs and walk towards the small crib next to his parents' bed...

"Woohoo..."

On the crib, there was a small baby carved in pink, crying in a low voice.

"Little dance, little dance doesn't cry, our stupid parents are still sleeping..."

The two-year-old boy, obviously still a child, stretched out his white tender little hand, gently, carefully, caressing the tender little face of the little baby girl, "Brother knows that you are hungry, but I don't have a water dispenser and a table high, I can't make you milk to drink..."

"Poof!"

A handsome and beautiful couple on the bed, like a fairy couple, opened their eyes and smiled.

Oh my God, he's only two years old.

You are so smart and so good to your sister.

We parents are under a lot of pressure!

"Huh?"

On the little boy's beautiful and cute little face, he showed a silly little expression, stared at the big eyes, and looked silly at the fool who sat up on the bed...

Ah no, it's the parents!

"Who's the fool?"

Stepping out of bed and coming to his son's side, Xiao Yu pretended to be vicious and pinched his son's small face, "Believe it or not Lao Tzu beat you?" "

"Huh..."

Turning back to Xiao Mu, he glanced at his father, and then carefully looked at Mu Who was squinting at fengmu on the bed, and swallowed, "Dear old mother, you listen to my cunning..."

"Poof!"

Xiao Yu and Mu Qianwu laughed again.

It was like a mold carved out of his old man.

It's all so skinny, like a mini version of the little comic!

"Okay not to learn."

Mu Qianwu's beautiful eyes flickered with light, glared at his son, and then turned his head to glance at his brother, "And you!" "

"Hey hey!"

One big and one small, the father and son smirked.

"They all blame you for being scolded by your mother."

Holding his son's small hand out of the bedroom, Xiao Yu muttered while preparing to milk the little cotton jacket.

As he wished.

His little cotton jacket came to earth.

Now it's five months old.

The little cotton jacket has a nice name.

Shaw Dance... There are father surnames and mother characters.

Like their son Xiao Mu.

Sons and daughters!

"Why do you blame me?"

Xiao Mu pouted, very dissatisfied with his father, "The last time my mother beat you, I protected you!" "

Xiao Yu: ...

A groove stuck in the throat, not knowing whether to throw up or not.

I feel that this son can't ask for it, or will he kill him?

If someone else finds out about his brotherhood, will he still have to live!

"Dad, do you have a question?"

As if he had found a fierce light in his father's eyes, Xiao Mu had a pure and lovely smile.

"What?" Xiao Yu rolled his eyes.

"Dad, yesterday my mom taught me to read, lucky?"

Xiao Mu frowned and frowned, "What is luck?" "

"Lucky?"

Standing in front of the water dispenser, Xiao Yu was holding a bottle in one hand and a soup spoon in the other hand digging up the milk powder, "For example, you fell from the second floor of our house, and there was just a flower bed below, and there was thick grass on the flower bed, and there was soft soil." "

“......"

Why did I fall from the second floor... Xiao Mu was very difficult, "Then what is misfortune?" "

"Unfortunately..."

Xiao Yu rushed to the milk and smiled, "There is a fork in the flower bed." "

No, Dad, you mean a few things... Xiao Mu muttered a small mouth, tilted his little brain and thought, "Then what is hope?" "

"Hopefully."

Xiao Yu smiled after washing the milk, shook the bottle a few times, and after trying the temperature everywhere, he squeezed his eyebrows and looked at his son, "You didn't fall on the fork." "

“EMMMM......"

Xiao Mu blinked his big eyes twice, "What is despair?" "

"Desperate, better explained."

Xiao Yu couldn't help but laugh, "You didn't fall on the flower bed either!" "

Xiao Mu: ...

Feeling his own young soul, he was hurt by ten thousand points from his father.

Looking at the back of his father walking into the bedroom, Xiao Mu was about to cry.

Have you ever experienced despair?

The kind that has haystacks...

Inside the bedroom.

"Don't bully Mu Mu."

Because the bedroom door was open, Mu Qian, who heard the father-son dialogue, looked at the stinky brother with a good and funny white look, "What do you mean?" "

"What's the point of having a son if it's not for bullying?"

Xiao Yu carefully picked up the good girl from the crib and kissed her heart, "This is my little baby, my careful liver!" "

Xiao Mu and Mu Qiang, who walked into the bedroom, rolled their eyes at Qi Brush.

They seem to see the future daughter slave!

......

In front of the house.

"Today I noticed a line in the corner of my eye..."

Mu Qian danced for three years as a day, sorting out clothes for Xiao Yu.

"Shhh, don't talk."

Xiao Yu stretched out his hand, gently caressed the still beautiful face, and said softly: "People who are full of you are worthy of all your likes... What does age mean? What's the point? What's the point of family? In my heart, your face was in ancient times, the emperor did not dynasty, and the country fell into the city! "

"Although it's a rainbow fart..."

Mu Tianwu snuggled into his brother's arms, his eyes bent and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Still like!" "

Xiao Yu smiled and bowed his head, buried his face in his sister's hair, and sniffed the faint fragrance of hair.

Enjoy the pure land and peace that belongs to him alone.

Where would I have any rainbow farts.

But your figure shines into my eyes.

My heart is just copying your appearance.

Past lives and present lives.

Xiao Yu never admitted that he was a lustful person.

With the beauty of his two lifetimes, how many women do you want?

But from the moment he met Mu Qianwu, he admitted that he was.

It is not Mu's dancing body that is hungry.

It's the tenderness that can't be repaid.

"What did you dream about last night?" Mu Qianwu asked softly with a smile.

Thinking of Xiao Yu hugging himself tightly in his sleep last night, his heart was inexplicably warm.

"Last night?"

Xiao Yumei said, "Sister, I tell you, I dreamed of the end of the world last night, the world fell apart, I actually rode on a running piglet, she still wanted to turn over and throw me down, I didn't let go, and finally... Even people with pigs hit the trees! "

Mu Qianwu: ...

Recently, the kitchen knife doesn't seem to be fast enough.

Maybe it's going to be a grind, right?

Well, go sharpen the knife in a moment!

"Haha!"

Xiao Yu lowered his head and kissed Mu Qianwu's lips.

Weakly asked: What is the speed of the hospital WiFi?

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