Axi clicked on his homepage, and there were actually videos posted on it!
Father Xue's eyes widened. He took the phone and looked at it. There were many videos of Fuchen in it. They were all videos of Fuchen before he went to school.
One actually has more than 10,000 hits!
Dad Xue pulled up his phone and clicked on the earliest video.
Fuchen is one year old, can walk, has teeth in her mouth, and always likes to bite things. She won't let go of anything that can be put in her mouth, such as table corners, wires, and flowers in flower pots.
There was no father inside, but his voice could be heard. Everyone knew that the person holding the camera equipment must be his father.
The camera stays at one place and "Dad" leaves.
In the camera lens, Fuchen stared at the milk powder cans high on the bookshelf.
She first climbed onto the low table at the bottom. When she stood on it, she was still one meter away from the jar and couldn't reach it.
Fu Chen did not move, so she squeezed the gap between the bookshelf and the wall, saying "Hey!" "Hey!" with all her strength.
The shelf is empty.
The whole room is empty.
A head squeezed into the small gap.
Fuchen stared above, stuck on the bookshelf, and kicked the wall with his feet!
Father Xue’s eyes widened: It’s still like this!
Comment on the barrage: Quite clever.
Empty bookshelves rickety.
Father Xue was also worried.
"Bang!" The bookshelf fell down. "Puff-dong-dong-dong", a messy sound.
The camera also fell down, and in the last sight, the dust on the low table could be seen falling to the ground...
Father Xue stared at the follow-up: Are you injured...
The video is pitch black, with only sound.
"Ah ha ha ha..." the child's laughter sounded.
"Xiaoxiaoxiao, you troublemaker." Axi's doting voice.
The camera resumed recording normally, and the living room was in ruins. The bookshelf fell down, smashing the coffee table, scratching the sofa, and chipping the edges of the bookshelf.
Fuchen, the culprit, held his own milk powder jar, opened his mouth to bite it, and the lid opened. Fuchen turned over the milk jar, opened his mouth and bit the bottom jar.
"Hey——" Axi couldn't stop him in time, and he didn't expect Fuchen to bite the jar.
A piece of yellow milk powder fell to the ground, blew away in the wind, and fell to the ground.
"Eh." The video ends with a sigh and Fuchen's smiling face.
Father Xue watched carefully, and what he thought in his mind was: He probably didn't come running over. He wouldn't have been able to come over in time. Fu Chen wouldn't be hurt at all.
Someone posted in the barrage: When there is danger, dad is the protector!
Xue’s father said to himself: He is not a protective god at all, but a “ghost”.
Dad Xue clicked on a video, which showed that there were no tall things in the living room... Dad Xue stared, subconsciously looking for traces, those "miracles" and "okay, okay, okay, okay" that were not discovered but could not be ignored.
coincide.
There are many videos recording the little troublemakers growing up into well-behaved babies.
Axi said, "Fuchen was very noisy when he was a child, and he could always break up the family. His behavior exceeded the lowest limit. I watched funny videos, one was funny, and the other was to prevent Fuchen from doing similar things. I am still prepared."
Father Xue is sad and can understand how difficult this is.
No matter who he is, he is Fuchen's father.
The role of father is the reason for his friendship.
Father Xue pursed his lips and thought about something. He smiled and said, "Would you like to take a look at my family? He looks quiet, but he was also noisy when he was a child."
Without waiting for Axi's answer, Xue's father ran into the house to get the photo album.
After half the payment, Father Xue waved his hand and said softly, "Come here, come here."
Axi followed him and came to An'an's room. He saw two people sitting together on the bed, face to face, and they both fell asleep. An'an was holding a crayon in his hand.
Fuchen directly grabbed a handful of crayons and took as many as he could.
There are two people painting in front of them. They can't see clearly what they look like. All they can see is their heads.
The faces of the two children as they slept looked like angels descending to earth.
Xue's father quietly leaned against the door and admired it. All the hard work of raising his children had the best result at this moment.
Seeing this, Axi went into the house to hug Fuchen.
"Hey -" Xue's father stopped him and said softly, "Just sleep here. It's rare to come here."
Suddenly stunned, he thought of Axi Gui's identity. If he didn't show up during the day tomorrow and was discovered by him, would it be embarrassing?
He subconsciously made up his mind, "Uh, I wonder if you recognize the bed?"
Axi was stunned, thought about it, and put it back.
Father Xue didn't expect to actually stay here. Isn't he afraid that he would find out during the day?
"It's okay, she sleeps like crazy. It's also good for her to stay with a pure Yang physique." Axi explained.
Xue’s father had no expression on his face: Oh, that’s it.
I don't care that my precious son is a pure tool.
Dad Xue thought for a while, then went to the kitchen and took out two bottles of beer. "Drink something? I can have more rest tomorrow during the weekend."
A Xi took it expressionlessly.
Father Xue pulled down the curtain, put on the movie, and sat in the living room drinking and watching the movie, chatting. After a while, Father Xue got himself drunk...
Axi looked calmly at the person leaning aside and watching the video on the screen, his expression unchanged.
In the early morning, the sun hits the face and wakes people up.
Dad Xue blocked the light and looked to the side. Dad Li was no longer there.
I went to the back room and saw that the dust on the bed was gone.
Not surprisingly.
Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself, this father Li is so bold, he will do anything for his daughter.
Sitting on the bed and looking at my son, his fair little face is very cute, just like his mother.
When I went to pull the quilt, I suddenly remembered something. I put my hand into the quilt and touched the underside.
Wet...
I really peed.
Father Xue sighed and silently changed his diaper.
In the early morning, the moonlight was still there. Axi hugged the person and left.
He has become accustomed to the moonlight accompanying him and the mist covering him.
Returning to the familiar 404, familiar home. Axi put away the dust and entered a state of rest.
In 604, the man who went up to the room had already woken up, put on his suit, picked up the documents and stood up.
Today, he has to do something big.
Leave quietly while the people in the community are still awake.
The man took the document, took a bus, and then reversed to the city center and the government hall.
He wants to report! He wants to petition!
House demolition requires application.
When the developer of Shijia Community received the rejection document from the government, everyone was confused.
It's obviously taken care of.
The chairman called to inquire and received the answer, "You are not allowed to promote feudal superstition. If you blow up that haunted house alone, you are responding to the "haunted house has ghosts" issue. This is not allowed here. Unless you renovate the entire community, we have nothing to say."
All renovated?
What's the profit?
The chairman of the community gave up the idea.
The construction truck that had been squatting in the community drove away. The people in the community stared at the car as it left, and their dreams were shattered in their hearts.
Axi also knew the news. He looked at the man with a bright smile in the room and asked lightly, "Did you do it?"
"Hehe." The man smiled fullly, with the flesh on his face bulging out, and a little of his front teeth exposed, "Magic fights magic. That evil Taoist priest used Feng Shui to confuse developers, so I told the government about feudal superstition and suppressed him!
