Xuezhu didn't expect that she would be exposed, so she quickly explained that the child was speechless, and the more anxious the child became, the more he couldn't explain: "Yes, but I didn't post it on purpose. It was my grandfather who said it looked good, so I posted it."

"It looks very nice," he said.

Meng Yuning took the bubble gum, tore open the paper outside, put the bubble gum into her mouth, and gave her the sticker.

Xuezhu felt relieved when she saw that he did not blame him.

Because Uncle Meng didn't like it, this time she did not stick the sticker on the door, but on her left hand, and patted the back of her hand with her right hand to make it stick firmer.

Stickers are skillful. Xuezhu is a master in this field. You have to press, pat, and rub it to make it completely and beautiful.

After posting, she asked, “Is it good to post on my hands?”

Meng Yuning looked at the colorful thing on her white and tender hand, hesitated for a moment, and then saw that her bright eyes were flashing with expectation.

He smiled slightly, his eyes curled slightly: "Good."

Xuezhu's eyes suddenly became brighter.

A few days later, Xuezhu swung two "little flower arms" full of stickers, excitedly wearing short sleeves and wandering around the community.

Children of the same age in the community looked at this artistic "little flower arm" in amazement and expressed sincere praise.

Too handsome, too cool, too majestic.

That night, Song Yanping came home from get off work, and neighbors could hear Song Yanping's roar through the wall.

"Old Pei! Pei Lianyi! You still care about your daughter!"

"Look at what she puts on her hands? Her whole arm is so messy. Your daughter is going to be a black society. Do you know?!"

Song Yanping is an independent woman with a strong personality. She is determined to raise her daughter to be an elegant little lady. She enrolled her daughter in class to learn piano. She spent a lot of money to buy a piano and came back to urge her daughter to practice the piano every day.

Now looking at my daughter's little hooligan appearance, her mentality collapsed on the spot.

In the end, the end of the "Little Flower Arm" was that her mother angrily mentioned the faucet and rubbed it red, which allowed her to clean the "Little Flower Arm".

***

Mr. Meng, who had been empty for a year, moved his son and grandson to his house. Song Yanping, who went out to play cards after dinner in the evening, said casually to his card friends. Within a week, the entire community learned about the news.

Xuezhu also played the role of her little trumpet. As soon as Meng Yuning moved here, she immediately went upstairs and downstairs to tell her brothers and sisters that she had a new neighbor.

"Sister Yueyue, Brother Zihan, a new brother has been moved across from my house!"

He Zhengyue and Zhong Zihan, who had the best time with Xuezhu, were very happy.

As the eldest sister, He Zhengyue welcomes any younger brother and sister who are younger than her to serve her.

As the only boy in the small group, Zhong Zihan was caught between He Zhengyue and Xuezhu. Every day, he was either ordered by his sister or rode on a horse by his sister.

Now a man finally came to help him solve his problems, so this small group with a considerable age difference quickly accepted the new member who had just moved here.

As school begins, the children are trying hard to catch the last tail of August.

At around 8 o'clock in the evening, the sky was covered with silver-white stars, and it was still impossible to beat the gentleness of the moonlight.

No matter how many times the parents called home to take a shower and sleep, the children were still running under the street lights exhausted, shouting and playing at the top of their throats.

Children have children’s entertainment after dinner, so adults naturally have their entertainment methods.

In the small-scale mahjong hall, the sound of mahjong shuffling is no less quieter than that of the children.

Song Yanping had already drawn cards, staring at the cards seriously and waiting for the God of Wealth to fall from the sky.

"Ningning and his father have moved here for so long, why haven't they seen Ningning's mother?"

A table of gay women like to focus on the non-existent neighbors when chatting.

Song Yanping stared at the card and said, "I'm leaving."

"Oh no wonder," the card friend nodded in surprise and asked again, "How did you get away?"

"Ningning's father didn't tell me," she touched the unwanted card, and Song Yanping threw the card out in disappointment, "Three tubes."

"Take it, touch it," the card friend stroked his chin and thought about what card to play next, "Xiaozhu in your room seems to have a good time with Ningning."

"Xiaozhu likes Ningning's grandfather very much," Song Yanping said with a smile, "Ningning is as quiet as his grandfather, and Yueyue and Zihan are both troubled."

The card friend said: "Which child doesn't make a fuss? At least Xiaozhu is much more obedient than the one in my family. My family shouted so hard that my voice was hoarse and still crazy outside."

Song Yanping pulled the corner of her mouth and said, "My family is crazy at someone else's house. If I don't go to Lao He's house to pick her up later, I probably won't know how to go home tonight."

Nothing to know a girl is better than a mother, and she really guessed it right for her mother.

Xuezhu is in the first grade of elementary school at the beginning of school, and there is no constraint on summer homework. He Zhengyue is in the first year of high school. By chance, there is no.

It is conceivable how crazy it is to get together without summer homework.

The two of them played for the whole day, and Xuezhu was unwilling to go home until the night.

Xuezhu just thinks that He Zhengyue’s family is a hundred times more fun than hers.

It’s not just because my sister’s room is covered with beautiful cartoon character posters.

Although she and her sister like to watch cartoons, the characters in the cartoons she likes are all short hands and legs, while the protagonists in the cartoons she likes are all long hands and feet, which occupy half of the face, and the highlights in their eyes are brighter than light bulbs. In reality, if someone looks like this, it will definitely be scary.

He Zhengyue not only likes her, she also paints such beautiful characters. Xuezhu thought that if she could use her sister's painting as art homework to her teacher, she would definitely get 100 points.

Under the witness of Xuezhu, He Zhengyue expressed her love to Rukawa Kaede on TV for countless times.

This set of 100-episode Slam Dunk VCD discs cost more than 100 yuan, and He Zhengyue finished watching it from beginning to end.

Unfortunately, I didn’t see the national competition when I saw the last episode, so He Zhengyue saved money and planned to continue buying the second episode after it was released.

Uncle He walked over and said he wanted to read the news. He Zhengyue reluctantly turned off the VCD and had to take Xuezhu back to his room to play.

He Zhengyue collapsed on the bed and didn't want to move. Xuezhu held her hand and said she wanted to play a game.

"What do you want to play?" He Zhengyue asked weakly.

Xuezhu said: "I want to play with every family wine."

He Zhengyue despised her naivety and said deliberately: "Then I play the role of mom, and you play the role of dad."

Xuezhu really disagreed: "I won't play a man, I want to play a mother."

He Zhengyue smiled proudly and "seriously" he thought about her sister: "I don't, I don't play a man either. Then let's stop playing."

Xuezhu is not very old and makes excuses: "Sister, you are tall, you play a man."

"Why is this unfair?" He Zhengyue said again, "I am definitely taller than you."

The two sisters immediately started arguing because of the role distribution. Uncle He knocked on the door and asked what happened. The two sisters tacitly said that nothing was wrong, and then waited for the uncle to leave and continue to argue.

"Then you don't want to play a man, and I don't want to play a man, so don't play anymore," He Zhengyue spread her hands as if she was regretful, "Why would I teach you how to make a gesture that represents the moon to eliminate you?"

Xuezhu was unexpectedly stubborn. If she wanted to play the player's home wine, she would have to play the player's home wine.

"Then I'll call the man to play the role of dad!"

"Wait!"

Without stopping, He Zhengyue could only watch Xuezhu rushing away with her short legs.

Soon, two little boys watching TV at home were called to He Zhengyue's room to gather.

All three of them are much older than Xuezhu, and they are willing to give in to Xuezhu when playing. Compared to quarrel with children of the same age, Xuezhu prefers this feeling of being favored by her brothers and sisters.

When the two little boys were called over, they didn't know what they were asking them to do.

Until Director Pei started assigning roles to them.

"I play the mother, and my sister Yueyue plays the daughter," Director Pei looked at the two boys again, "Brother Zihan, you used to play the father, so you play the son this time, Brother Ningning, you play the father."

If I had known that I would have a drink at home, I would rather stay at home and continue watching TV.

The two boys thought so.

***

At almost ten o'clock, Song Yanping finally finished the game and came to pick Xuezhu up and go home.

The door opened by Lao He.

"Xiaozhu is still playing?"

"Here," said Lao He, "Zihan and Ningning are here too. I just cut a watermelon and came to eat it."

Song Yanping shook her head: "I won't eat anymore. It's ten o'clock. I have to take Xiaozhu home to sleep quickly."

After saying that, he walked towards He Zhengyue's room.

"Let's wait for them to finish," Lao He stopped him with a smile, "It's so embarrassing that you can go in."

Song Yanping was puzzled for two seconds at first, and then smiled helplessly.

"These are so big."

Lao He did not disturb the children in the room, and quietly opened a crack in the room. The three parents looked into the room sneakily.

The performance is very exciting.

In the small room, the extremely simple props are the world depicted by children with imagination.
To be continued...