In Gao Dan's memory, there were only a few keys, so he naturally memorized them in one go.
Ye Wanying is someone who loves taking photos at heart, and she has taken countless narcissistic selfies with her phone.
At this moment, she excitedly pulled her beloved son to start posing for photos.
The clicking, clicking, clicking sounds rang out continuously, and the mother and child were frozen in time for each moment.
Gao Dan took photos of the mother and son. His previously grumpy face gradually softened, and finally, it was full of tenderness.
"Okay, okay, baby, you and Daddy together, Mommy will take the picture, and then we'll take a picture together, okay?"
The little guy nodded his head:
"Okay, sure."
However, when Ye Wanying took the camera, that jerk started acting all dramatic:
"You two can take pictures, I'm not taking any."
Pshaw, I'd rather film with my stupid son than with my wife.
But Ye Wanying pushed her away:
"Hurry up, stop dawdling."
The little figures on the side even chimed in:
"That's right, that's right."
Gao Dan glanced at the villain: You know nothing.
However, in the end, the father and son were still forced to take several photos together.
This is a world of difference from the photos he took with his young wife later.
In the few photos I took with my silly son, not a single one showed him smiling; he looked like someone owed him eight million.
And he and his young wife were laughing so hard they were practically turning into rotten apples.
However, that was all when the photos were developed later. Right now, taking photos is the most important thing.
After taking the photos, the family of three stood together and looked around at the distance.
"Son, do you know a poem?"
The little one looked up and asked, "Mommy, what poem is it?"
"Hmm... He who has not climbed the Great Wall is no true man; the journey is twenty thousand li."
The little man shook his head:
"Mommy, what kind of poem is this? It's not even in sync!"
Pfft, this little guy is starting to question things.
Ye Wanying laughed, and at the same time reached out and pinched her son's cheeks, which were flushed from climbing the Great Wall:
"This poem was written by a very, very great man when he personally climbed the last main peak of the Great Wall. It has profound meaning. It means that one is not a hero if one does not climb the Great Wall pass. It is estimated that he has already fought 20,000 battles."
The little man was completely bewildered, only managing to make out the words "great man":
"Mommy, who is that very, very great person?"
cough.
"You don't recognize him? Okay, we're going back now after we take the photos."
The little guy was completely unaware that his mother had changed the subject:
"Okay, sure."
However, after only going down a third of the way, the little guy couldn't go any further.
"Mommy~~" he looked at his mother with a pitiful expression.
Ye Wanying had actually anticipated this situation, but clearly, the villain's resilience exceeded her expectations:
"Then, Mommy will hold you."
The little man shook his head.
Um?
"Didn't you say you couldn't walk anymore?"
The little man nodded again, and then explained:
"Mommy won't hold me, Daddy will."
Pfft, he's just feeling sorry for his mom.
Gao Dan was suddenly called out by his stupid son, and the twitching at the corner of his mouth and the disdain in his eyes were undisguised.
Of course, Gao Dan also felt sorry for his wife. There was still such a long way to go, and it would be so tiring for her to carry him.
He glanced indifferently at his foolish son and beckoned:
"come over."
The little guy then happily ran over, pretending not to see the look of disgust in his father's eyes and on his face. At least he had someone to hold him now; he couldn't worry about anything else. He had to be sensible.
"Mmm, Daddy hug me."
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