"Hey sister-in-law, hold it in, take a deep breath..."

Seeing her calm down, Xiaoguo felt relieved. If she kept crying all the way, who knows what people would think of her. These gossipy women would turn a red thing into a yellow one and a living thing into a dead one.

"Zhuangzhuang, is mother crying because of me?"

Xiaohu turned around and asked Zhuangzhuang with red eyes, "It's all my fault that made mom cry."

"I don't blame you."

"Who is the monster?" Xiaohu looked at Zhuangzhuang expectantly, hoping that he could say a name so that he could blame it.

"Strange, strange..." After wondering for a long time, he couldn't come up with a name. Zhuangzhuang stretched out his chubby little hands and scratched his head. Well, who should he blame?

"Forget it, you're just a kid and you don't understand anything." Xiaohu sniffed his nose hard, blinked his eyes and looked forward. Children are just children and they don't understand anything.

Zhuangzhuang pouted with dissatisfaction and looked at Xiaohu, saying, "You are a child too, okay."

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"Okay, Xiaoguo, I've remembered everything you said. Thank you."

Mrs. Yang wiped her eyes, looked at Xiaoguo with a smile, and talked to her for a while, feeling much better.

"Come on, it's no big deal." Xiaoguo pushed her away. Why should they talk about this between themselves?

"Then I'll go back."

"Let's go back." Xiao Guo nodded and raised her head towards the door of her house. "Hurry up."

Sister Yang looked towards the door and saw only Xiaohu's back. She turned around, blinked at Xiaoguo, and said with a smile, "Let's go back."

Xiaoguo smiled and nodded, "Let's go back."

Mrs. Yang turned and left. Xiaoguo picked up Zhuangzhuang beside her and said, "Let's go back too."

"Uh-huh!"

Zhuangzhuang nodded happily. The unhappiness he had just felt at being rejected by Xiaohu disappeared in an instant, and he skipped home with Xiaoguo.

It snowed heavily for three days in a row, then turned into light snow for two days, and today is the sixth day.

In the early morning, Zhuangzhuang drank the corn porridge in his hand. He liked drinking it very much recently and begged his mother to make it for him for several meals in a row.

"Mom, what are we doing today?"

Zhuangzhuang put down the bowl, wiped his mouth, and looked at Xiaoguo expectantly.

"Today, Mom will prepare everything she needs for tomorrow."

"What?"

"Secret."

Zhuangzhuang scratched his head, "Then what should I do?"

In the past two days, Xiaoguo has been taking Zhuangzhuang with him to exercise, read, paint, do handicrafts, clean and so on. He has become accustomed to following Xiaoguo to do things every day.

"Zhuangzhuang, mother asks you, do you remember what day tomorrow is?"

Looking at his expression, Xiaoguo knew that he definitely hadn't forgotten what day tomorrow was.

"What day?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhuangzhuang stood up and ran back into the house. He took down the calendar he and Xiaoguo had made the day before from the wall, ran back to the kitchen, sat back next to Xiaoguo, and pointed to a page made of red paper, "Tomorrow is Zhuangzhuang's birthday, right!"

"That's right." Xiao Guo pointed at the eye-catching red paper and said, "Tomorrow is Zhuangzhuang's birthday. Mother decided to hold a small banquet for you. What do you think?"

"Banquet?" Zhuangzhuang's excited voice was split. His birthday party? !

"That's right, so mom has to prepare everything for tomorrow today, including food, drinks and decorations."

"Then I'll help mom."

"Okay." Although Xiao Guo initially thought that Zhuangzhuang was a little birthday boy, it would not be nice to ask him to help with the chores, but then he changed his mind and thought that tomorrow was the real day, so it would be okay to do some work today, "Then let's do it together!"

"good!"

Zhuangzhuang went to wash the dishes, while Xiaoguo took the calendar back into the house and hung it back to its original place.

This thing was made the day before yesterday when we were doing handicrafts. I suddenly wanted to make it. After all, there was nothing here to record the date. She spent every day at home in a daze and couldn't even tell what day it was. It would be nice to have such a thing. Although it is a bit simple, it is enough to be able to tell what day it is.

What should I do first? Xiao Guo looked around and decided to cut out the things she would be decorating for tomorrow. She could prepare food and drinks in the afternoon. She liked to prepare everything in advance so that she wouldn't be in a rush that day.

Xiaoguo went to another room, took the colored paper she had bought some time ago to her room, put it on the table, and took a pair of scissors from the sewing basket. Now she had all the things she needed to make colored flowers.

"Mom, I'm here!"

After Zhuangzhuang finished washing the dishes, he hurried in, fearing that Xiaoguo would start doing it without waiting for him.

Xiaoguo first made the lace art according to her memory of the handicraft class. She snipped a few times with the scissors, and then folded it left and right. Soon, a flower shape with three colorful stripes underneath appeared vividly before her eyes.

"Wow, mom is amazing!"

Zhuangzhuang exclaimed in amazement. His mother's hands were not only slender and white, but also flexible. She could create such a difficult flower so easily. He was stunned just now.

Xiaoguo smiled and handed the flowers to Zhuangzhuang. After he took it, he held it in his hands and observed it with love.

I didn't bother him. I waited until he had observed enough before I said, "Come on, I'll teach you."

"Look, Zhuangzhuang, first use scissors to cut it open. There is one here and one here. But you can't use scissors. Mom will cut it for you. Do you understand?"

Xiaoguo held the scissors and moved away from Zhuangzhuang. After all, Zhuangzhuang was still young, and it was not a good idea for him to touch the scissors. What if he accidentally cut his hand or poked something else?

"Yeah, I get it, mom. I won't touch anything sharp without permission."

Zhuangzhuang nodded earnestly, looking like someone who would listen to his mother the most, which made Xiaoguo feel warmed.

Xiao Guo stroked Zhuangzhuang's head with satisfaction, then took a pair of scissors and cut the paper in his hand, and pointed the scissors at himself, and then taught him the next step, "Okay, then fold it in half, both sides, and then open it and fold it inwards."

"Mom, is this so?" Zhuangzhuang's little hands were tightly clenched and couldn't open. After finally finishing, he hurried to confirm with Xiaoguo.

"Let me see." Xiao Guo took a closer look. "Yes, it's perfect!"

When Zhuangzhuang heard this, his little teeth showed up immediately again. He grinned at Xiaoguo with a look of great accomplishment.

"Okay, then do this... and then this... and then push it open, and that's it."

The fruitlet displays its newly-made large pink flowers.

Then he looked at Zhuangzhuang, who was trying hard to make the flower into a neat round shape. Seeing that Xiaoguo was already made and waiting for him, he couldn't help but feel anxious, but he still worked hard to make the flower neat.

Xiaoguo took a closer look. This flower was not difficult to make, but why couldn't it open? After studying it for a while, she found out the reason. It turned out that there was a step in the process of growing the flower, but the flower was not folded in half, so it could not form a complete shape in the end.

Seeing Zhuangzhuang getting anxious, Xiaoguo quickly took the flower and said, "Zhuangzhuang, this is enough."

"Mom, no!" Zhuangzhuang reached out and took it, continuing to hold on.

When the paper was about to break because it could not withstand the repeated abuse, Xiaoguo hurriedly stopped it, "Zhuangzhuang, mother thinks this is enough."

"But mom, this one is not as round as yours." Zhuangzhuang looked at the flower that couldn't be held up with some dissatisfaction. He felt very complicated. This was his first flower, but he didn't expect it to be so imperfect.

"Who said that all flowers have to look the same?" Xiao Guo gently rubbed his chubby face, and continued to speak in his puzzled eyes, "Flowers that are not round or bulgy are still called flowers. Look at this."

As he spoke, Xiao Guo placed the sturdy stack of flowers on the table and compared them with hers. "Do you think this doesn't look like a flower?"