◎ Zai Zai ◎

As the youngest member of the Shen family, Xiao Lingdang’s position as the group favorite is very solid.

However, at the age of just over two years old, his speech is clear, his little head is also very smart, he doesn't cry or make trouble, and he can even come up with one or two golden sentences from time to time. In appearance, he has inherited the superior genes of his parents, and he is really beautiful and cute.

No one in the whole family can resist the charm of the little bell.

As Xiao Ling Dang's number one fan, Shen Xiao Cheng noticed that Xiao Ling Dang had a calm personality and had different interests and hobbies from children of the same age, so he started teaching Xiao Ling Dang to practice calligraphy since he was a child.

Because it is too small, the chubby hand cannot hold the brush, and even the brush is specially customized.

What Shen Jin saw when he went back was a scene of one large and one small standing on a desk. The small one was too short and had to stand on a chair. His face was pink and his lips were pursed tightly. His expression looked quite serious. At first glance, he looked very serious. It's quite similar. In fact, my arms and face are all covered in ink, and my little hands and paws are all covered in ink. I don't know if it's written on paper or on myself.

He was amused and smiled: "No, dad, are you doing this a new type of corporal punishment?"

"What corporal punishment? That's nonsense." Shen Xiaocheng didn't have time to talk to him and told Xiaolingdang how to write and write. Little Lingdang listened attentively, but wiped her face with her hand, and saw that there were only two eyes left on the small face.

"You brought this little guy here to learn this when he was only a few years old. If you are really addicted to teaching disciples, you can go and give a class outside. I am very curious, does the elder brother know? You are so enthusiastic to take care of his children, but in the end you are secretly training students

"What do you know? This is called training from an early age." After

Shen Xiaocheng finished speaking, he corrected the way Xiao Ling Dang held the pen and applied ink on his hand. Only when his eyelashes grew did he realize it and laughed out loud: "Hey, why is your face so stained?"

Only then did he realize it.

"Let's go, the little cat needs to be cleaned." Shen Xiaocheng didn't mind it, so he got down from the chair with the little bell in his arms and passed by Shenjin without even bothering to look at it.

The little bell still lowers its head, greets politely, and calls out to uncle with a milky voice.

Shen Jin's heart melted. He consciously didn't like children. Noisy and noisy children looked cute, but little Lingdang was an exception. Little Lingdang had her own things to do, so she didn't pay much attention to him and didn't need his company. Playing, but no matter how you put it, Shen Jin would automatically lean over and ask what it was with some feeblemindedness. Waiting for Xiao Lingdang to explain, he would naturally play with her.

The feeling of hot cheek against cold face is fascinating.

Shen Jin was enjoying it, while Xiao Lingdang was a little helpless and frowned: "Uncle, you have a lot of questions."

His tone was a bit disgusting.

"..."

He was a fast-running third grader, but he was rejected by a two-year-old child.

Shen Jin's self-esteem was a little frustrated, but that didn't stop him from promising: "Uncle, I will remember it and I won't ask you any questions today."

Little Lingdang had the habit of reading at night and couldn't read the words. What she was reading was her own exclusive picture book, a full page I haven’t seen the kind with a few words.

Shen Jin looked at the picture and could only say with a lack of words: "Wow, this kitten is very cute."

Little Lingdang tilted her head to look at him.

Deadly.

Serious and cute little eyes.

"Little uncle, this is little white bear." Little Lingdang corrected him, her tone was already a habit, accepting the reality that her little uncle was not smart.

"..."

"Ah, it turns out to be a little white bear, you can see it," Shen Jin frowned and restrained from laughing, and said, "Can you tell me, uncle, what's the story here?"

"Okay. ."

Little Bell turned back to the first page and sighed.

Shen Jin listened to his little niece telling him stories with peace of mind. He unexpectedly found that the book was quite interesting and he was fascinated by it. It was not until the book was finished and the little bell closed the page that he realized that the story had been told.

He was naturally ready to move on to the next one.

Little Bell pushed his big head, which was too heavy on her shoulders, and said earnestly: "Uncle, you are already very big."

A person of this age should be able to read independently.

Shen Jin: "..."

It is his fate to be rejected.

Shen Jin was not the only one who felt despised.

Chen Jing'an got off work and volunteered to play with Xiao Lingdang in the toy room. She had played with most of Xiao Lingdang's toys, and most of them were played by only her. In Xiao Lingdang's words, this was a bit childish for her. .

"..."

Chen Jing'an felt complicated and wanted to tell her daughter, "Baby, you are only two years old."

What she likes the most is building Lego together. Xiaolingdang is responsible for reading the step-by-step book to find parts. She is responsible for the physical installation. Sometimes she makes mistakes. Xiaolingdang points to the picture in the book and tells her that it is wrong, or directly points out the splicing position. Cooperation is very efficient.

It's just that the project this time was a bit big. Xiao Ling Ding yawned and was already a little sleepy. Chen Jing'an realized that he put down the parts in his hands and prepared to take her to bed first.

"Let's fight, Mom." She held her chin and half-closed her eyelids sleepily.

"It doesn't matter, I'll fight tomorrow the same way." Chen Jing'an pinched the tip of her nose, which was so cute.

Little Lingdang sat up straight: "Let's fight, Mom."

"Why are you so serious?"

"This is the task my father gave me."

Chen Jing'an was already used to Xiao Lingdang's inexplicable admiration for Shen Lie. She asked: "What task are you going to do today?" Is it a task to finish these tasks?"

She felt it was time to talk to Shen Lie.

Little Lingdang shook her head: "It's my duty to play with you."

Her father worked overtime tonight, it was so hard, so she could only accompany her mother for her father.

"..."

Chen Jing'an suppressed a smile, touched her soft hair, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, but what mom wants to do now is sleep. Are you willing to accompany me?"

"Of course!"

Little Bell Dang got up quickly. .

Fortunately, he is still young and can still fool him.

That night, Xiao Lingdang slept in the master bedroom. She usually slept alone in her own small bed. She had long accepted the reality that although she was the youngest, she had to sleep alone. She protested a few times, but was dismissed by Shen Lie as " "Strong people sleep alone", and fully expecting to become the best, I resolutely agreed.

When Shen Lie came back, Xiao Lingdang was already asleep, lying in Chen Jing'an's arms, attached to her smell, and his face was close to her side.

"Asleep?"

"Yes."

Shen Lie came over, lowered his head calmly, and kissed Chen Jing'an on the lips.

Chen Jing'an wrinkled the tip of her nose, pretending to be disgusted, and whispered: "Mr. Shen, you haven't taken a shower yet, it stinks like crazy."

Shen Lie smiled, put the tip of his nose against hers, and asked thoughtfully: "Then may I ask Mrs. Shen? Are you interested in supervising Mr. Shen's bathing?"

he said.

"Mrs. Shen refuses." Chen Jing'an still whispered, for fear of waking up the little bell.

Shen Lie knew it, lowered his head and sucked her lips again. After tasting the sweet taste, he stood up with satisfaction, took his pajamas and went to the bathroom.

When they came out, the family of three was lying on the bed, with Little Bell sleeping in the middle, unusually peaceful. Shen Lie stretched out his arms and pulled the two of them into his arms. It was warm and quiet. He had never thought that he would have his own home before.

Chen Jing'an talked to him about her daughter's "precocious maturation" with a somewhat helpless tone. In her impression, children of this age were all playful and noisy, but Xiao Lingdang was not. She couldn't play with children of the same age, and it was easy for her to become friends. My friends and even the teacher in the early childhood education class have tactfully mentioned the problem of Xiaoling being unsociable.

Shen Lie was not too worried about this, being gregarious was not a good thing. He felt that Xiao Lingdang had the talent for business, and he would hand over the company to her in the future.

Chen Jing'an only found it funny and reminded: "She is only two years old, Mr. Shen."

"So, the future is promising."

A certain child with a promising future was sound asleep and had no idea of ​​his father's expectations for him.

In the middle of the night, Chen Jing'an had some unexplainable dreams, which were ups and downs. When she woke up in the heat wave, she opened her eyes and saw Shen Lie's eyes. The dream overlapped with reality, and she realized that it was not a dream. She remembered I picked up the little bell and slept with them tonight. I subconsciously touched it and found nothing.

"Hug him over." Shen Lie's voice was hoarse.

"..."

After giving birth to Little Bell, because someone had been idle for more than a year, the debts had accumulated to the point where they could not be calculated. I just felt that during that time, I had been paying off the debts.

Chen Jing'an was surprised by Shen Lie's energy.

It was like waking up in the middle of the night to do this. This was not the first time. She was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes. She spread her hands and feet in a self-defeating manner, asking for everything.

After finishing the work and cleaning it up, I handed it over to him, and then received the evaluation of "needing to be exercised".

In fact, she has been practicing for many years. I think this matter varies from person to person. It depends on talent, and it may be difficult for her to learn it in this life.

Chen Jing'an adhered to the concept that it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge, and said: "In ten years, twenty years..."

"If you want it, I will still give it to you."

It seemed that she was dissatisfied with her desires.

"..."

That's all. I already knew that she would never be an opponent in this matter.

The little bell rang when she woke up in the morning, she rubbed her eyes and saw the cartoon sheets of a submarine. After realizing it, she was in her own room, but she clearly remembered that she slept in the master bedroom yesterday. She sat on the bed, dumbfounded. I thought about it for a long time, but I still couldn't figure out why I fell asleep in my parents' bed and woke up in my own bed.

She climbed up in a hurry, and the first thing she did was to knock on the door and call out "Mom and Dad".

The door opened, and before Little Bell could get in, she was picked up by a big hand like a chicken and held in one arm. She only saw her mother lying on the bed, still sleeping. The door was closed, and Shen Lie said: " Mom is a little tired, let her sleep a little longer."

"Okay." Little Bell nodded obediently.

Shen Lie carried her back to the room, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and put on a skirt. He had already mastered these things, and even tied her hair into pigtails. However, against the background of Xiao Lingdang's soft hair, his fingers looked rough and her hair was well tied. , the beauty of the little princess was restored.

The father and daughter went downstairs.

Shen Lie can make a simple breakfast. The little bell is not as high as the Nakajima platform, so he can't help. He can only sit next to Shen Lie's legs, drink the freshly brewed milk, and be a conscientious supervisor.

After making breakfast, Chen Jing'an washed up and went downstairs.

As usual, it was a good morning kiss. During the break, Shen Lie stretched out his hand and easily covered little Lingdang's face. Little Lingdang sat obediently in her child's chair. She knew her parents were kissing again, her expression was calm, and she was obviously used to it.

When the world lit up again, she held the spoon and ate her steamed eggs.

Little Lingdang was three years old and started kindergarten.

She had been looking forward to this for a long time. She carefully selected her schoolbag, handkerchiefs, oil pastels... She did all these things herself and arranged them in an orderly manner. When the time came, Chen Jing'an and Shen Lie sent her to school together without any hesitation. He waved goodbye, and then, led by the teacher, he strode in with a decisive look on his back and was very willing to give up.

Chen Jing'an tilted his head, and Shen Lie's face showed the same calmness. It seemed that she was the only one who was reluctant to part with him.

On the first day of school, Xiao Lingdang was greatly disappointed. Her new classmates not only cried, wet their pants, but also bit people... She frowned and commented that they were a bunch of "little brats".

Chen Jing'an felt a little funny when she heard her talk about little brats, and asked her: "They are brats, what about you?"

"I am a student in the lower class, Shen Qingning."

Xiao Lingdang spoke solemnly, inexplicably a little solemn. .

Chen Jing'an held back her laughter, rubbed her head, and asked, "Excuse me, Shen Qingning from the bottom class, do you want some milk?"

"Yes!"

Xiao Lingdang threw herself into her arms.

When she was in kindergarten, her schoolbag would be bulging every time she came home. When she opened it, it would be filled with all kinds of snacks, candies, and even an apple. There were also some small toys, stuffed rabbits... These were obviously not her. s things.

Chen Jing'an was performing outside, and only the father and daughter were left at home.

Shen Lie asked where the things came from.

Xiao Lingdang said many names, with a helpless and disgusted expression: "I don't want them, they stuffed them in." They

were all boy names. Shen Lie frowned and asked, "What did they say?"

Xiao Lingdang repeated.

Although he is young, he expresses his love very directly.

"..."

After the little bell finished recounting, another thing rang after a while: "Dad, there is a boy from the top class who said he wants to marry me."

What?

The old father’s brows were furrowed like the Chinese character Sichuan.

"Whoever wants to marry you in the future, let them tell me."

"Okay."

Little Lingdang happily agreed.

One day, Shen Lie rarely picked her up from school in person. As soon as he picked her up, several boys gathered around him. One of them, a thin boy, raised his head and asked timidly: "Uncle."

"Huh?"

"Can I talk to Shen Qingning ? Marry?" "Me too."

" Can I?" 

"... " 

The little princess looked at Shen Lie with a look of "little shit. " 
"The child is really annoying, daddy" look. 

Shen Lie hugged the little princess, looked at the little boy who was no taller than his legs, and said in a low voice: "If you want to marry Shen Qingning, you must first beat me." 

He was almost 1.9 meters tall, and in the little boy The boys looked like giants, how could they possibly beat them. 

The little boys collectively let out a frustrated sigh. 

I don’t know who said, “Can my dad beat me?”, and then he laughed and cursed, “You brat, isn’t your dad’s life your destiny?” 

That’s it. 

No one wants to marry the little princess anymore.