The moon on the fifteenth day is big, round and bright. Even if there are dark clouds in the sky, it is difficult to hide the brightness of the bright moon.

The old lady took out the milk powder bucket filled with sand, lit three more incense sticks, and then returned to the table and sat down. She smiled and looked at the little boy who was playing with the fairy wand with Su Xiaoting. The little figure was illuminated by sparks.

Her beautiful face, milky laughter, everything made her feel joy from the bottom of her heart.

She has not had such a lively Mid-Autumn Festival for a long time. In previous Mid-Autumn Festivals, she would have dinner at Su Zhiliang's house, chat with Su Zhiliang and his wife for a while, say a few words to the left-behind elderly people in the village, and then go back.

I went home to watch TV for a while and then went to bed.

"ancestor fafa"

Just as the old lady's eyes were wet with emotion at the sight before her, little Guaiguai ran over with an unlit fairy stick and invited her to play with her.

"Okay, grandma will play with you with me!"

The old lady raised her hand covered with age spots, wiped the corners of her eyes with her rough thumb, and slowly stood up and followed the little boy.

Accompanied by the little Guaiguai's milky "yes", a fairy stick bloomed with dazzling sparks in the old lady's hand, reflecting on the old lady's wrinkled face, and the water in her old eyes was not wiped away.

The fog is also a little brighter.

When Su Xiaoting saw the old lady accompanying her little darling, she lit up two fairy sticks and ran to the side, waving her hands wildly, sometimes lifting a windmill, sometimes crossing her hands and waving flowers. She was like an unconstrained painter, using fireworks

Use the night as the pen and the night as the paper.

"It would be great if Tingting had learned to dance!" Chen Juanhua stood in the corridor, looking at the clueless Su Xiaoting, and sighed with some regret.

Bai Zhi shook her head slightly, she had a different view, "It's good to have rules, but doing whatever you want is also a kind of beauty. And Tingting is originally so unconstrained."

Chen Juanhua is not a rigid person. She can tolerate different voices. She did not object to Bai Zhi's statement. Instead, she thought for a moment and warned: "Regardless of whether Tingting has talent or not, since you said to teach her to play the violin,

You must teach students in accordance with their aptitude and make the best use of the situation."

Bai Zhi nodded. When she heard the movement behind her, she turned around and saw Su Qinghe coming out of the room with a roll of carpet in his arms.

When he first bought the fence, he specially bought two more carpets. The one in his hand was just replaced not long ago. The Angelica dahurica was washed, dried and put in the room on the second floor.

"Do you want to spread the carpet in the yard and lie down and watch the moon?" Bai Zhi asked. When she saw Su Qinghe nodded, she turned her head away, not wanting to look at Su Qinghe, "I just washed this carpet a few days ago, and you made it dirty.

Wash it yourself then!"

"It's a small matter, I'll wash it." Su Qinghe chuckled and walked to the table to spread the carpet.

The little guy had just finished placing a fairy wand. When he turned around, he walked over and stepped on a corner of the carpet with his shoe.

Although Su Qinghe had quickly stopped her, the carpet had already been stepped on several times by the little boy wearing his shoes.

The little boy who was picked up didn't know what mistake he had made. He waved and kicked his feet and shouted: "Hmm, I want to do it."

"It's still going on. You've soiled the carpet by stepping on it. As a punishment, you can't play with it now!" Su Qinghe pretended to be stern.

"No, I will," the little boy yelled at the top of his lungs, as if he was going to cry in the next second.

But the old lady was so distressed that she scolded Su Qinghe: "You said you are the same. Wherever you can't lay a carpet, you have to lay it beside the table. Isn't it late at night? Even if there are lights, who would deliberately go there?"

Watch your steps, let alone a child as young as Guaiguai."

Su Qinghe didn't dare to say anything, and the little boy was too frightened by the old lady's power at the moment to lose his temper.

It wasn't until the old lady finished speaking that Su Qinghe cried to Guaiguai: "My darling, you made my father scolded by my mother-in-law!"

Little Guaiguai was stunned for a few seconds, staring at Su Qinghe's wrinkled face with a pair of big eyes, and then flashed his baby teeth. Just when Su Qinghe thought that he had once again succeeded in showing off his pity in front of Little Guaiguai, Xiaoguaiguai slapped him.

Come here.

Fortunately, because the incident happened suddenly, Xiao Guaiguai didn't have the skill to move forward, so he didn't have enough energy to accumulate. He didn't feel much pain when the slap hit Su Qinghe's face.

But that's not the point. The point is that Xiaoguaiguai has already expressed her attitude. Su Qinghe's approach no longer works in front of her. She is no longer a one-year-old baby.

Little Guaiguai was always the center of attention, and her slap also caused the whole room to burst into laughter.

Su Xiaoting suppressed her laughter. She was a child. She wanted to save face for Uncle Qinghe, so she couldn't laugh out loud. She could only turn her back and laugh, which made her shoulders shake.

When everyone laughed, little Guaiguai felt as if he had done something great. He giggled and clapped his hands to cheer himself up.

"My darling, how could you hit daddy?" Su Qinghe pretended to be aggrieved. He originally planned to lie down on the carpet and roll around to teach the little darling a lesson, but looking at so many people around him,

And even though the obedient elders are still there, he can’t help but look like this.

"When your father bullies you, he beats you up"

Xiao Naiyin uttered several words, which together formed the reasons given by Xiao Guaiguai for taking action.

"Daddy can be worse!" Su Qinghe gave a bad laugh, put the little boy on the carpet, laid her body down, put his hands on his waist to tickle her.

"Daddy doesn't want it"

The little darling was ticklish, laughing and rolling wildly, twisting her little body around, waving and kicking, trying to escape from her father's clutches. In addition to begging for mercy from her father, she also called her mother-in-law, grandpa, grandma, and mother to ask them to

Go and save her.

But under Su Qinghe's continuous attacks, the little guy was helpless and soon laughed so hard that he was speechless.

The old lady slapped Su Qinghe lightly on the head and said, "Get away!"

Su Qinghe stopped immediately, laughed twice, lay down on the carpet, turned to look at the little darling with a rosy face, who couldn't stop laughing, and asked in a coquettish voice: "My darling, do you still dare daddy?"

Little Guaiguai didn't say anything, but the old lady spoke, "I don't have the charisma to be a father. What if Guaiguai breaks out in laughter?"

The child was already short of breath, and the little Guaiguai spent a lot of energy twisting around just now, and even laughed to tears. Now he is out of breath and sweating on his forehead.

The old lady helped Xiao Guaiguai wipe the sweat. When she saw Xiao Guaiguai's appearance and Su Qinghe's relaxed face, she got angry and balled up the tissue paper Xiao Guaiguai had wiped his sweat with and threw it into Su Qinghe's face.<

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It happened that Su Zhiliang and his wife walked in at this time. Seeing this scene, Su Zhiliang asked with a smile: "Ahe, what did you do to make grandma angry?"
Chapter completed!