Chapter 520 Swing
"Um."
Erbao nodded seriously, clung to his mother, hugged her neck tightly, and said in a baby voice:
"Mom is busy and hasn't held Xia Xia for a long time."
Lu Miao was stunned.
There haven't been so many things going on lately, but running around has really made me a little exhausted.
They all neglected to pay attention to several children.
Kissing Erbao's little face, Lu Miao smiled and assured:
"It's Mom's fault. I'll be more careful next time and make sure to spend more time with Xia Xia and my brothers, okay?"
Erbao nodded seriously, grinning with his teeth bared, his voice soft and sweet:
"Okay~"
The little girl is so sweet and well-behaved, and it's so easy to coax her.
Lu Miao's heart softened.
Just like the child’s father in the past, he turned into a woodpecker in a second.
He pecked Erbao's chubby little face several times.
Erbao twisted around and giggled with joy.
During the recent holidays, she has been running around to the English Publishing House and has not had a single day off.
Fu Jingyou felt sorry for her hard work and was afraid that Erbao would cling to her and make her even more tired.
He quickly took Erbao and urged her to go into the house and sit down to rest.
Lu Miao glared at him angrily, he blinked and held Erbao high up:
"Xia Xia, be good. Daddy will play with you, okay? Hmm?"
The little girl is easy to coax, she likes her mom and dad, giggling and kicking her legs in the air:
"Okay~"
"Dad, I want one too!"
Dabao came over jogging.
Shi An followed closely behind, but stood quietly by the side, without actively asking to be hugged or lifted high.
Fu Jingyou patted Shi'an's little head, then threw it into the air one by one and made it bounce around.
There were screams and laughter in the yard. Tang Mei poked her head out of the kitchen and couldn't help but nag again:
"Just try it a few times. Throwing it so high is scary!"
Fu Jingyou smiled and nodded, "I understand."
Seeing that it was still early, Fu Jingyou asked Shi An to take the two children out to play, and went to the scrap yard.
I originally wanted to see if I could find some suitable boards and build a small seesaw in the yard.
As a result, I saw an abandoned truck tire in the corner.
Fu Jingyou thought about it and spent two cents to get the tire home.
He was cleaning a tire by the well, and Lu Miao and a few children squatted nearby, watching:
"What did you bring this back for?"
"After it's drained, I'll poke a circle of holes here and thread a thick hemp rope through it to make a net bag."
Fu Jingyou gestured to her with his slender fingers around the inside of the tire:
"Give it a thinner cushion and hang it up inside, and it will become a small swing."
Dabao was closest to him. As he spoke, he patted Dabao on the head with his wet hand:
"The kids can lie down or sit in it and play, and they won't be afraid of falling, just like they are in a park."
Dabao touched the wet hair on his head, stomped his feet and burrowed into his mother's arms.
"Mom, Dad is bad."
Lu Miao was caught off guard and was almost knocked over by the little calf.
"Dad is just joking with you."
After grabbing Dabao and kissing him, Lu Miao said:
"You do have ideas, but there's no shade in the yard. It's too hot during the day, and there are too many mosquitoes at night. How can we have fun?"
"Why not just hang it on the beam inside the house?"
Fu Jingyou turned the tire over, cleaned the other side, and said with a smile:
"Don't tell them when the time comes, it will be fine for you to sit on it."
The crossbeam is thicker than the thigh and can be built at will.
Lu Miao thought about it and agreed:
"Okay, I have a lot of leftover fabric from making clothes last time. I'll just put it together. Don't waste it!"
That night, the young couple got busy.
There was an electric light and a kerosene lamp burning in the room.
Fu Jingyou moved the sewing machine to a bright place under the lamp.
While Lu Miao was sewing the cushion cover on the sewing machine, he sat on the kang, holding the tire in one hand and a screwdriver in the other.
After burning it on the kerosene lamp for a while, he changed hands and with a few "sizzling" sounds, a hole was burned in the inner ring of the tire.
Fu Jingyou was quick and agile, and he quickly finished making the holes and passed the hemp rope through the holes.
I made a net bag in the shape of a bird's nest.
He pressed it with his hand and felt pretty good.
He heated up the screwdriver again and moved it back and forth several times to burn four larger holes in the middle of the tire.
Use it to thread a thumb-thick hanging rope through the back of the hole, and tie something larger to the inner end of the bottom to prevent it from escaping from the hole due to gravity.
Lu Miao was also quick. He picked a few larger pieces of cloth and put them together. He stuffed some small and unusable scraps of cloth in as filler.
After sealing the mouth, shake out the small pieces of cloth inside and make them evenly distributed.
Then tie a few circles of wire in a nine-square pattern to secure it, and a thin square mat is ready.
Lu Miao threw the mat to Fu Jingyou, who pressed it into the tire and said with a smile:
"It's the perfect size, the right thickness, and it doesn't hurt my butt or get hot. The mother is really good at it."
Fu Jingyou gave a thumbs up.
Lu Miao gave him a reproachful look, hummed softly, and got on the bed in her slippers:
"Hurry up and turn off the lights and go to bed. I have to get up early tomorrow!"
"good."
Fu Jingyou smiled dotingly, blew out the kerosene lamp, and stood under the kang holding the tire.
He pulled the lamp cord and climbed onto the kang.
…
The next morning, I went to the IHS again and found the atmosphere in the workroom of Group 6 on the second floor was strange.
As soon as Lu Miao put down his things and sat down at the table, Chen Mei looked around at the other people in the room, walked over first, and asked in a low voice:
"Xiao Lu, did you translate the manuscript a few days ago? The French manuscript?"
Lu Miao paused for a moment and nodded slightly:
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
Chen Mei pursed her lips twice, glanced at the deputy team leader Wang Liming, her expression complicated, and asked instead of answering:
"When did it happen?"
"The other day I borrowed this French dictionary."
Lu Miao pointed to an old-fashioned dictionary lying on top of a thick pile of documents on the table across from him.
Chen Mei was startled.
It was that day!
They didn't even know anything!
Quickly noticing something was wrong, Lu Miao asked:
"What's wrong, Sister Chen? Is there something wrong?"
Chen Mei hesitated to speak, and just as she was about to speak, Wang Liming coughed lightly.
Chen Mei turned around and saw someone coming in from the door.
"Team Leader Chen is back, be careful."
Chen Mei turned her back to the door and whispered something, then took the pen from Lu Miao's pen holder and raised her voice:
"What bad luck! The tip of my pen is broken. Xiao Lu, you don't need this pen anymore. Lend it to me for a day."
Lu Miao glanced towards the door and nodded:
"Okay, Sister Chen, you can use it first."
While he was talking, someone came in from the door.
Lu Miao saw the other person clearly, and the other person also saw her clearly.
How to say it?
Both sides were stunned.
Lu Miao was the first to react, not forgetting what Chen Mei had reminded him. He stood up and said:
"Team Leader Chen."
Chen Qinghai looked a little embarrassed with his ugly face.
Unexpectedly, the new person who came to the group during his absence was the one he bumped into downstairs yesterday.
Chen Qinghai clenched his fists.
I was feeling very angry, but then I thought that this girl might be from a very important background.
Chen Qinghai could only convince himself and suppress his anger temporarily.
(End of this chapter)
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