Chapter 365 Swinging on a Swing
"Pop—pop pop—"
As the clock in the hall struck the hour precisely, the third concubine eagerly announced, "get out of class dismissed!"
Mao Mao puffed out her cheeks and exhaled her last breath: "—Pfft—"
Before the last note was even finished, Lou Dashuai, who had been eagerly waiting, came over and picked up his little girl.
"Mao Mao, get out of class is over."
Lou Dashuai said happily, "Dad will take you to the swings!"
Meow~
The big white cat also wagged its tail and followed along.
Xia Xiaoxiang put down her pencil and stood up: "Me too..."
"What do you mean, 'you'?" The third concubine held up a finger and pressed her back into her seat. "Perfect, now that Mao Mao is gone, you can concentrate on the lesson. Did you learn what I just taught you?"
Xia Xiaoxiang: "..."
Just now?
What did you just teach?
Her head was filled with the sound of a harmonica being played by Mao Mao.
Seeing her staring blankly, the third concubine knew she hadn't absorbed the lesson and rolled her eyes playfully.
"You stay here and study hard." The third concubine turned and walked out: "I'm going to watch Mao Mao swing on the swing."
"Hey, you..."
Xia Xiaoxiang looked up and saw that there was no one else in the small living room.
Even Old Madam Lou went out to watch the excitement, leaning on her cane.
Lou Fengju changed his clothes and was about to go out again to investigate the murderer's whereabouts. Before getting into the car, he saw his father carrying Mao Mao out, and he pulled his foot back down.
"Dad, why don't I do it?"
"Go away, go away." Lou Dashuai waved his hand at his son: "It's just pushing a swing, I have hands."
He put Mao Mao on the swing. The big white cat nudged Mao Mao's little feet that were dangling in the air. Mao Mao quickly reminded him, "Daddy, there's also a cat."
We can't forget Mao Mao's good friends!
Lou Dashuai muttered, "Cats can swing on swings?"
He bent down and put the cat in Mao Mao's arms.
The big white cat skillfully found a good spot to lie down, and Mao Mao grabbed the swing rope: "Daddy, I'm all set."
"Then Dad pushed it."
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Commander Lou cautiously extended his hand...
"..."
"dad?"
Mao Mao sat motionless on the swing, twisting her little body in confusion as she turned her head and looked at him expectantly: "Push me."
Commander Lou: "..."
Lou Dashuai awkwardly withdrew his hand: "Right away, right away."
Lou Fengju couldn't help but cough, making a fist and putting it to his lips to hide his laughter.
He said, looking forward to a good show, "Dad, didn't you say that you only need hands to push the swing?"
Even the old lady Lou couldn't stand it anymore, and she tapped the ground with her cane: "Let me do it."
Lou Dashuai glared at his son, then looked back at the little girl's round, chubby back in front of him, and then looked down at his own large, fan-like hands, and was immediately at a loss.
this……
Pushing a swing is not difficult; you just need to push it out.
But what if you push it too far?
Their Mao Mao is so small, not even as big as his palm. And this swing is so rudimentary, without even a safety belt. He's so strong, what if he uses too much force and Mao Mao flies off?
He couldn't even answer it in time!
"Dad, push!"
Meow~
Lou Dashuai gritted his teeth and gently, very gently, extended his hand.
Mao Mao held the cat and swayed slowly in mid-air.
The big white cat flicked its tail: "Meow~"
Mao Mao translated for it, "Dad, the cat says it wants to be a little taller."
"Higher still?" Lou Dashuai used a little force, making the swing swing in a larger arc than before: "How about this?"
"Hmm... a little higher."
"...How about this?"
"Higher~"
"...Higher still?"
"Higher~"
"..."
The swing has stopped.
"hold head high?"
Mao Mao turned around blankly and saw Lou Dashuai covered in sweat.
Despite it being the dead of winter, he was sweating profusely.
Even though the swing wasn't swinging as high as usual, and Mao Mao's little tuft of hair wasn't messed up, Lou Dashuai looked like he had just finished a tough battle.
Mao Mao kicked her little feet, puzzled, "Daddy?"
Lou Dashuai wiped his sweat. "Mao Mao, swinging on this swing is too dangerous!"
"hold head high?"
"so."
Lou Dashuai walked around and took the big white cat out of her arms. The cat meowed and landed on the ground, turning back to him and flapping its tail. Lou Dashuai ignored it, then picked up Mao Mao as well and sat on the swing himself.
He held Mao Mao in his arms and began to direct, "Fengju, you push her."
Lou Fengju: "..."
He glanced speechlessly at his father's retreating figure and casually gave him a push.
The swing, carrying two people, one big and one small, swayed gently twice before quickly returning to stillness.
Lou Dashuai retorted, "Didn't you eat? You can't even push a swing properly?"
Lou Fengju had no choice but to use even more force.
Lou Dashuai, a muscular and tall man, was quite heavy. He was also carrying a heavy, solid little weight in his arms. When he swung on the swing, it made a creaking sound.
“Dad, Mao Mao asked you to push the swing, how did it become you and her swinging together?” Lou Fengju: “You’re such a grown man, how can you be so childish? You’re even fighting with the cat for a spot.”
"Meow!!!"
"So what? I'm holding Mao Mao, it's safe." Lou Dashuai's arms were like two seat belts, firmly holding Mao Mao's belly. He said confidently, "Look how happy Mao Mao is."
Mao Mao sat in her father's lap, the wind blowing through her fluffy little hairs, her fair face full of joy.
She opened her small hands and felt the wind passing through her fingers, as if it were shaking her hand.
Her little belly was protected by her father's arms, so no matter how high she flew, she wouldn't fly away.
Mao Mao giggled and called out happily in her little voice, "Brother, brother, higher!"
Lou Dashuai happily hugged his daughter, enjoying the blissful time together: "Yes, yes, a little higher!"
Lou Fengju: "..."
Who exactly is this reward for?
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