Today Cyndia got up earlier than usual, this time she didn't need her sister to remind her, she just obediently ran to wash her face.饔梅羊豶蚰修飞控控解闼 Mace Neon Hey Counseling Ring Gnat Mirror Lang? Tin Bo? Huai cricket, sub, boat, Ding h, slow wat? 芑啦吹 Tu Tun? Mace, Huan, and Zhai
"I said... letting you go home is not letting you die. Is it necessary to make the atmosphere so tragic?"
Cyndia had the expression of Mrs. Xianglin, looking at it from the side as if she had just exited the camera crew of Luotuo Xiangzi: "Uncle, do you know how bad my mother's cooking is? My mother sent a message just now, and she said to cook for me." I ordered a big table of meals, and I want to clean up my daughter... "
I silently glanced at Sandora, and then my eyes fell back on Cyndia: "Little girl, you are too young to have seen the real horror in the world...Sandora, calm down! I didn't say anything! Just now That's your illusion! Anwena, hide your frying pan and stop Sandora from going to the kitchen... Wait! Sandora, what are you doing! Let go of that rice cooker! Come here for Lilina!"
Sister Xianglin's expression was wiped away from Cyndia's face, and she looked at the family with a happy face and jumped up again: "Well, uncle's house is as lively every day, I will go home and tell my father what happened here, He won't be talking about me and Katie drawing doors on the wall every day. [Read the full text..]”
I turned my head and looked out of the window. Today is a sunny day. The little crow is leading her split organisms to forage in the yard. A group of miniature Madison, only ten centimeters tall, are bouncing around in the grass Going, looking for edible grass seeds and relatively fresh grass sprouts, a miniature Madison jumped onto the window sill, holding her inseparable and inseparable eggshell. I was collecting the dew on the potted flowers on the window sill—but there was no dew at this time, so the little guy looked a little disappointed. My sister smiled and took a teaspoon to drop a few drops of green tea into the little guy’s eggshell. The Crow God suddenly became happy, and went to find his sister with the eggshell on, leaving behind a series of excited "chi chi" sounds.
In the living room, a translucent jelly creature was sitting on the sofa by the window. Shaking slowly and lazily, this slime, who is defined as a toy and pet, should be the most leisurely guy in the family. While basking in the sun, it curiously observes the people passing by, and changes into someone at home at any time to increase its sense of presence. This kind of mimicry should be just a conditioned reflex behavior, because this slime does not seem to have any intelligence. I observed it and found that this slime's stomach was full of messy things again. Including shallow Rubik's Cube? The rate of the tartar is 踅踅迷? Mace brain? Hexagram slurred 锼 Cong Huan Huan 呒 ton sled?? Can unload? Adze Dong cork Naijia? Huang Thumb β pancreas embraces the brain? Slowly punishes and withdraws, regrets, and regrets forever. Neptunium Industry Award?? Brain Tour Zheng?
Are you still having a headache because you accidentally dropped a coin in the crack of the bed? Are you still sad that you don't know where the postcards full of memories are forgotten? Don't worry, raise a slime now! ——By the way, why did I suddenly think of these things
Little Bubbles was sitting next to this slime, and kept trying to communicate with the latter. After several failed attempts, the little girl took out a straw and inserted it into the slime to drink some water—I wanted to stop , but one step too late, Little Bubble was blackened by the crackling arcane sparks, and ran back with a mournful face. I smiled helplessly. Take the little guy to the water room to wash his face.
"Hey, idiot. Have you seen my shoes?" As soon as Little Bubbles was placed, Little Lamp flew down from the second floor again, wearing one shoe on one foot and a white one on the other. Cotton socks, "Why did the new shoes I just bought from the D section two days ago disappear?"
I raised my finger and pointed to the window: "I'm going with Xi Zhilang, who made you like to throw things around, it's probably regarded as debris."
The little puppet angrily asked Xi Zhilang to settle the score, and after a while, there was a crackling of arcane release energy and screaming scolding from the small lamp from the window, and then the unlucky puppet returned victoriously, half of its body was black and its head was black. With an afro in his hand, he held the new shoes he just snatched back: "Idiot, give me a bath and comb my hair!"
Me: "... when will you remember how to communicate with that ball of jelly?"
"I want you to manage!"
Every day is like this, every morning is as lively and interesting as ever. Although there are always a lot of troubles and things that make people feel depressed, but life still has to be passed, and someone will see it with a sad face, right—the days with these interesting guys around are daily life, and other things Go with the flow: Sometimes I really get the idea. Although I know that letting Sandora hear it will inevitably be a burst of resentment, but once this person relaxes, he will inevitably fall into the mental state of such a middle-aged and elderly retired worker basking in the sun...
I took the little doll covered in black to give her a bath, which was pretty fast, after all, to a woman who is not afraid of choking water or washing her body? Pan? Meng Ciguo Yuliang chased the baskets—I personally feel that the difficulty of this process is similar to that of washing dishes—but this idea must not be known to Xiaodeng, otherwise she will bite It hangs on my head all day, even refusing to eat in between. After the little one is cleaned up, put her under the special dryer to blow warm air. This dryer is also one of my ingenious inventions. It is made up of three hand dryers, and the countertop below is a grid removed from the oven, which is specially used to dry the dolls. When in use, put the doll on the grid, and then turn on the mid-range warm air for five minutes: the doll likes the mid-range wind speed. As for the motivation for inventing this thing... because it is insanely difficult to wipe the body of a doll with ball joints and keyholes with a towel, so I invented this thing, at least with her, the little lamp has no excuse anymore Said the towel fibers would get in the keyhole and refused to take a shower. Anyone who has raised a child knows how difficult it is to coax a child into the bathtub...
The minifigure initially protested violently about putting herself under the dryer, which she considered an affront to the doll's rights. But after blowing it twice, she couldn't extricate herself. Now she doesn't need to be pressed by others, and she will get under the hot wind by herself. "The feeling of warm dry air blowing into the keyhole at 40 or 50 degrees Celsius"—that's how she described the feeling the dryer gave her.
What an incomprehensible sense... I feel like I really raised a lot of weird guys.
When I brought out the clean little doll, I found that there were two more people in the living room, and I knew them both. One was Father God, and the other... was Bingtis's father!
Long time no see, Uncle Kuvain, are you here today to drag you back, a hapless ghost girl, to eliminate harm for the people
"Yo. I'm here to take my daughter home," God the Father saw me, and immediately raised his hand to greet me enthusiastically. Cyndia has turned into a little black cat, and now she is rolling and moaning comfortably in his arms. Really... Really Alternative family fun scene. "Sola is really urging, she is not used to Cyndia going out for such a long time."
Cyndia, in the form of a black cat, raised her paw and patted her father's chin, muttering: "Meow... oh no, mom is just worrying, she will spoil me sooner or later and turn me into a bear, Just like Xiaoxue."
Do you think you are not enough bear now
When Cyndia said she was going home last night, I received news from the Protoss that they would send someone to pick her up today. But I didn't expect Father God and Bingtis's father to come. I thought at least a large group of protoss envoys and diplomatic groups would come, and I thought that a state banquet would have to be held in the morning no matter what. It seems that they are indeed worthy of the star domain protoss, and they cannot be arranged according to common sense at all. Father God's behavior is probably similar to that of an uncle who returns home from work to pick up the daughter who has been taken care of by the neighbor. I thought too much about it before. .
"Honestly, this girl has caused a lot of trouble, right?" Father God smiled and scratched Cyndia's chin, just like teasing a cat. A little black cat is associated with the word girl: One of the biggest similarities between Father God and me is that we all raise many strange creatures around us.
"No. To be honest. Cyndia is good," I thought for a while. Make the most honest judgment, "I'm not being polite, Cyndia is really good, I wish my children could be managed by half of Cyndia."
Father God laughed, and the little black cat in his arms rolled around excitedly. It is not easy for a master like Cyndia to be evaluated as a good child. It seems that the living environment really determines everything: if she and our family Try it out with the kids outside
"Someone else's child." Xiaoxue floated by with half a dried salted fish in her mouth, her face full of resentment, and I sighed in one sentence: I didn't expect that I would become "other people's child effect" Is it the originator
"Uncle, long time no see." I saw that Father God was busy amusing his daughter and had no time to talk to him, so I went to Uncle Cuvain. This uncle who always packs himself up like the vampire aristocrat in the witcher movie is now looking at his daughter face to face, and Bingtis is sitting opposite him, tearing the vacuum-packed chicken legs with his legs crossed, There was an eerie silence between the father and daughter. My voice finally broke the silence between the two of them. With a smile on his face, Uncle Kuvain turned his head to greet me: "Ah, Chen, it's been a long time... really long?"
I laughed twice: "You have been serious for a long time."
"This kid is just so promising," the voice of Father God came from afar, and of course he was referring to Uncle Cuvain who was sitting with a serious face on his face, "Since Bingtis came back, he has become even worse than before. , When I heard that there is a mission to come here to make a comment? ΣBad? Poke pardon
Uncle Kuvain's face was covered with cold sweat visible to the naked eye, but he didn't dare to refute a word of Father God's ridicule. When I heard it from the side, I suddenly felt absurd: You said that the generations around you are chaotic!
I and Bingtis are close friends, I call her Sister Bing; Uncle Kuvain is Bingtis’ father, so I call him Uncle; Father God is the creator of all gods, so Count as the living ancestor of Uncle Kuvain; I am a void creature of the same period as Father God, so I call Father God Second Brother; Cyndia is the daughter of Father God, so she calls me Uncle; Cyndia is ice again Deece's childhood friend, so these two are sisters; by analogy, Bingtee should be called my uncle, and I should be called Bingtee... I guess I can call her anything. And in the midst of all this chaos, the most amazing thing is that you pick each one out individually. It's all reasonable!
Since I met these guys, I have been walking on the edge of ethical issues every day.
Uncle Kuvain came to see his daughter, but he didn't know what to say after meeting. Bingtis is of course very close to his father, but this female hooligan is not the kind who would roll around in her parents' arms and act like a baby. Personality, so the two of them are screwed here, like a father and daughter who are having an awkward fight. But it's not my turn to worry about it, the two of them probably have been like this for a lifetime. Just when I was about to turn around and leave. The little puppet flew over, hugged my head and shook violently: "Idiot, idiot! Have you seen my hairpin?"
I was just about to suggest her to visit Xizhilang, when I heard Uncle Kuvain's cheerful voice behind me: "Hey, isn't this a little lamp, come here, come and sit with grandpa..."
Me: "..." Bingtis: "..."
Little puppet: "... who is this uncle?" Things that don't care about me. The little puppet forgot about it very quickly. At this time, she had already forgotten Uncle Cuvain who had met a few times before.
"Dad! You're making fun of this again?!" Bingtis finally couldn't keep silent, and roared at his father, but the latter didn't care about his daughter's runaway, and just smiled at the little doll. Stretch out your hand: "Come on, let grandpa hug you, look at this appearance, look at these eyes, this hair, these wings, and this expression of two to five to eight thousand. It is really carved out of the same mold as my girl, but the size is a little smaller ... This kid almost hit the wall when he flew down just now, hasn't he taken flight training class yet?"
Speaking of this, the little puppet finally remembered who the uncle in front of me was, and suddenly it was full of excitement, and it hung on my back with a jerk, and only a small head poked out: "I remember, it's that crazy uncle." !"
I took two steps back calmly, and smiled dryly at Kuvain: "My daughter has been unable to get married for a long time and finally became depressed enough to hallucinate."
As soon as this remark came out, two people were immediately stimulated, one was Kuvain whose daughter could not get married for a long time. Is he in love? θチshu a 硪鍪 kinship shake て 苏薇苈 サmou? ?Heart of heart
I'm not fooled, I turned my head and left, and Bingtis's angry voice came from behind... But once I stopped at this time, it would be really finished. With Bingtis' integrity, she dared to drag her dad up to beat me up …
At this time, breakfast was ready, and my sister came out to invite everyone to eat. Today, two unexpected guests came to the house, but there is no need to worry about the food—after all, since Sandora came to this house, we have followed the rules of the canteen every day. amount to prepare each meal. Father God happily hugged Cyndia and sat down, with a determined expression on his face that he planned to eat and die here today, I suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Cyndia said just now that her mother has prepared a table of meals at home. , when you two go back to eat..."
"Well," Father God nodded solemnly, "Sola asked me to go back after picking up my daughter, but anyway, your food is ready here, right? Come, Cyndia, hurry up and eat until you are full! "
Me: "..." Dare to ask, are you really God the Father
"You guys are really fed up here, can you still eat when you go back?" Bingtis was unrestrained, and dared to tease Father God, of course, the latter didn't care, and promised while scratching the things on the plate: "Purpose It’s just that I can eat less when I go back, and Emperor Xiling kindly invites me to take my daughter to stay for a meal. It’s not unreasonable, right, Sola will understand.”
The people at the table were stunned, and then all of them suddenly said, oh, Father God gave me a look of concern at this time, and whispered: "I'm going to die after getting addicted... I really have something at this time." I'm excited to use Sandora's cooking skills. I'm sure that just one time will reduce the number of people who come to my house for dinner by at least two-thirds.
Father God came to take his daughter home, so he got up and left after eating. Uncle Kuvain was basically busy with one thing during the meal: trying to feed the little doll. The reader saw the shadow of Bingtis when he was still obedient, so he was so enthusiastic. The little puppet blocked and dodged all the way, and the meal was miserable. When this "perverted uncle" was finally ready to leave, she was obviously relieved.
"Son, let me tell you, it's not that Dad is impatient, you are really big..." When God Father opened the portal, Uncle Cuvain dragged Bingtis over for the last time, whispering to the whole living room Everyone can hear, "There is no way for you to go crazy..."
Bingtis has been mad for a long time, at this moment, he raised his finger and pointed here without saying a word: "Okay, okay, I discussed it with this bastard, no one really wants me, he does! Satisfied? "
I was taken aback: "When will we discuss..."
Before he finished speaking, Bingtis glared over with a fierce look, and the meaning at the moment was: dare to talk nonsense, my old lady will beat you in the past-so I immediately silenced. Uncle Kuvain didn't know what he thought of, and he seemed to feel that he had got a satisfactory answer, so he laughed and turned around and left.
... This stressful morning is over. RS