Daily Updates!
Stay informed of NEWEST chapters of House Dad’s Literary Life with notification directly sent to your email.
LOG IN
The heat brought by Little Branch is slowly declining. By the Wednesday of the new week, the number of children who came to visit other classes because of curiosity was much less.
Xixi didn’t have the same name as the first week. She couldn’t do without the name Little Branch. She took care of Little Branch with her team members yesterday and entrusted it to the new team today.
In the big class after the second class, Xixi took the dice and greeted several small friends and went downstairs to play together.
This small team of shuttlecocks was not able to organize last week because of Little Branch’s relationship, and these days have been intermittent, and have not played together for a long time. This time, Xixi’s call, a lot of people came at once, even Nan Zhaoyu, who usually does not like sports, also ran to kick the scorpion.
The little friends kicked the scorpion happily, and suddenly Lan Xin thought of something, lit her big voice and said: “Elder Sister Xiaowei, can I ask you a question?”
Yu Xiaowei looked over and looked forward with some positive expression: “Yes!”
She still hopes to help her good friends.
“Yes, is your teacher asking you to write a diary?” Lan Xin gasped a little, and the kicker was a little tired for her, but fortunately, she could insist, just gasping and complaining, “we The teacher is too bad. After the spring tour, we will start to write a diary and have another homework.”
Yu Xiaowei hasn’t answered yet. Chen Shiyun, next to him, has a bright eye. Like finding a friend, he nodded and complained: “right right right! Our class is also going to write a diary. My teacher wants my mother to supervise me.”
Chen Shiyun showed a deep hate, but at this moment, Chen Shiyun and Lan Xin had a rare consensus.
Yu Xiaowei waited for the two of them to finish, and whispered: “Xin’er, Shiyun, I also want to write a diary. However, it is very interesting to write a diary. I prefer to write a diary than doing homework!”
For Yu Xiaowei, the diary is a small world for her. Here, she can put everything down, as if Little Fishy is back in the ocean and can freely release his thoughts.
A bit like Xixi?
But in fact, she is still very different from Xixi. Xixi likes to record her colorful life, and Yu Xiaowei likes to write some small stories in her mind in the diary. Real life rarely involves At most, in the past six months, she has had some interesting things with Xixi’s good friends, or some of her family’s puppy noodles.
Perhaps it is also related to her introverted past. The girls who usually read books and read various story books are filled with many whimsical stories.
Not to mention so much, listening to the discussions of the little friends, Xixi blinked and couldn’t help but also came in: “I also like to write a diary! Because it’s fun to write a diary, you can write a lot of stories, so you won’t forgotten!”
Xixi talked, next to Nan Zhaoyu took the scorpion that Chen Shiyun kicked him, and then, like this hot potato, he hurriedly kicked out, just in the direction of Xixi, and Xixi was talking. Forgot to pick it up, the scorpion hit her skirt and fell to the ground.
“Oh, I didn’t get it!” Xixi reacted and screamed with regret.
There are no physical education classes today, so Xixi wears a comfortable, nice-looking crimson grille strap school uniform skirt.
In fact, for the safety of the school girls, the school uniform skirt of Huijia Primary School was designed with a long seven-point skirt and a short-legged girl, which may have to be worn as a growth skirt.
It’s just that Xixi’s leg length is quite awkward, and it’s a bit longer than a girl of the same length, so Xixi’s wearing this piece can only touch her knees.
Fortunately, at home, Mo Fei has paid great attention to the education of Xixi’s behavior, especially when wearing a skirt, many taboos and requirements are all about Xixi repeatedly urging.
So, I saw the little girl. When I saw the scorpion fall, I bent down and squatted, while my left hand pressed the skirt, my legs were close together, one leg was flat, and one leg was down, only to get close to the scorpion, the right hand would It picks up.
Very standard movements, Xixi certainly didn’t think so quickly about the problems that would go away, but these are good habits that are cultivated everyday. Xixi didn’t even think about it, and knew that he would hold down his skirt.
Speaking very long, actually very fast, Xixi picked up the scorpion, and if he had nothing to do, he continued to kick with his friends, and the discussion about the diary was still in full swing.
Nan Zhaoyu scratched his head and said to Lan Xin, who was in a dilemma: “Xin’er, I started writing diaries very early! Because my dad taught me to write, then let me write a diary.”
Lan Xin pouts mouth, sullenly said: “You are different! Your father is a very powerful calligrapher, so you are not afraid to write, I see those words are a good headache, do not know what to write.”
Yu Xiaowei silently caught the scorpion flying next to him, first stabilized it, then kicked it to Xixi, and said softly: “Xin’er, we have to write a diary! Because I don’t know how to write, I have to write A lot, so we understand!”
After all, it is a big sister who is two years older. Yu Xiaowei’s thoughts are higher than the first-year children.
Xixi actually wants to talk, but because she is popular among so many small partners, when everyone kicks the scorpion, there is a high probability that the scorpion will be kicked to her. After all, people’s subconscious mind is close to themselves. Close to people.
Therefore, she was just ready to speak. Yu Xiaowei’s nephew had interrupted her. Xixi had to close her mouth and try to connect the dice.
This is going to ruin the little girl!
“I have to write a diary! Then, my dad said, if I don’t know what to write, I can write what I read today.” Yang Luoqi also said in a whisper, like Yu Xiaowei.
“Hey, Qiqi, I told you, I have a way, I will write the TV I watched today!” Lu Xiaoyu got inspiration from Yang Luoqi, and said with a brow.
Finally, Xixi kicked the scorpion out and found the opportunity to speak. Moreover, the dialogue of the little friend gave her a lot of inspiration.
“I know, I know!” Xixi was delighted to take Lan Xin and said, “Xin’er, you can write, what you have eaten today! You have a lot of things to write!” ”
It seems that the content is also very thin, but not every child’s diary is as complicated as Xixi. The diary requirements of the first-grade children are actually very low. A few words can be regarded as a day’s diary!
Lan Xin squatted for a while, and her face appeared a pleasant surprise. She cried, “Yeah! I can write delicious food! I have a lot of delicious food. I can write this today… My father brought it back from Guandong. Dried pork, then you can write delicious tomorrow…”
She also counted.
“Then, what do I write? I don’t read books, I want to write TV.” Chen Shiyun saw Lan Xin’s difficulties solved, and some anxiously asked.
“No, I have already written to watch TV.” Lu Xiaoyu shouted. “You can’t write the same as me.”
Xixi listened, and felt like something was wrong. When I thought about it, I understood it. She said: “Hey, Little Fishy, it doesn’t matter, you don’t have the same TV as Chen Shiyun.”
“Alright!” Lu Xiaoyu wanted to understand this time. She scratched her head and smiled embarrassedly. “That Shiyun, you can write TV!”
Enter your email address that you used to register. We'll send you an email with detailed steps to reset your password.
By signing up, you agree to our Terms of Service and Privacy Policy.
Already a member? Log In
Stay informed of NEWEST chapters of House Dad’s Literary Life with notification directly sent to your email.