Rong Yu listened silently, hammering his fists firmly on his knees.
Liu Qingqing, maybe you are an outstanding woman, but you are not a good mother!
You have calculated thousands of things, but you have missed a little bit of calculation. Human feelings cannot be calculated no matter how you calculate them!
It’s late at night and Ermo can’t sleep!
In the past few days, Yu had been with him and coaxed him to sleep before leaving. Today, he rejected him so cruelly. He must have been extremely sad because he didn't see him the whole night.
Ermo suddenly felt that the bed was like a thorn, and he was like a Princess and the Pea. It was uncomfortable tossing and turning on it, so he simply got out of the bed and walked to the window.
What is that? Through the thin window screen, Ermo was surprised to see that the backyard was dotted with stars!
When he opened the window screen, Ermo was completely shocked!
She didn't even bother to put on her shoes and rushed downstairs and ran out frantically.
God! Is this? Ermo’s eyes were filled with tears.
Small "lanterns" are hung on the trees in the backyard!
These lanterns are all made of thin silk scarves, and each silk scarf is wrapped with several fireflies! Their fluorescence emits a faint light in the dark night, flickering like a blink of an eye.
Star
What surprised Ermo the most was that there was a strange thing under the tree!
A large abandoned oil drum was used as the central axis. A long wooden stake was pressed in the middle of the oil drum, as if it had just been unloaded from the fence by the lake! There was also a long pole supporting the wooden stake horizontally.
On the pile, a soft cushion is placed on one section of the pole, and the other end is bare
"Sit on it and try it!" Wen Lan suddenly hugged herself from behind.
Ermo's eyes were full of surprise and confusion, "Can I sit here?"
"Of course! This is the rotating log I made for you!" Wen Lan smiled, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. It turned out that he had been busy with this all night!
Ermo was carefully held by Wen Lan and sat on the soft cushion.
"Hold up, the Trojan is about to start!" Wen Lan walked to the other end of the wooden pole and pressed it down with both hands.
He really improved! He actually used the principle of leverage, just like pressing a seesaw, using his own strength to control himself, sometimes he was high, sometimes he was low!
Ermo's two hands tightly grasped the pole in front of him for fear of falling.
"Momo, grab it, it's about to spin!"
Can this "rotating log" still spin? Ermo was still questioning, and Wen Lan pushed the wooden pole and ran away!
God! How did he come up with this idea? That he could do this?
I saw Wen Lan running around pushing the wooden pole like a grindstone, and Ermo suddenly felt the whistling wind in his ears!
He actually made a spinning log for me with his own hands? He used all his strength to control my spinning log! Sometimes it was high, then it was low! It kept spinning and flying high!
I’m so happy! Since I lost the election, I’ve never gone to the park to do merry-go-round again!
It’s a feeling I haven’t seen for a long time! Ermo laughed, and the silver bell-like laughter echoed in the valley for a long time.
He pushed so steadily! Ermo finally let go of his arms, raised his head, and let him fly with him!