"Yan Yan! Yan Yan!"
Hua Li subconsciously reached out to touch Luo Yan in her sleep, but found nothing. When she opened her eyes, where was Luo Yan who was sleeping next to her?
Hua Li was terrified and cried as she searched the bed and the floor.
Hearing Hua Li crying and calling her name, Luo Yan dropped her notebook and secretly peeked out from her spatial dimension...
In the room with the curtains drawn, Hua Li could be vaguely seen lying on the edge of the bed looking down. Luo Yan seized the opportunity to lie back down on the bed, sat up, rubbed her eyes, and called for her mother.
A slightly hoarse, childlike voice sounded behind him, and Hua Li suddenly sat up straight and turned to look behind him...
The torrent of tears blurred her vision, making it impossible to see anything. Only then did Hua Li remember to turn on the light.
Hua Li got out of bed and turned on the light switch, but the 50-watt bulb was too bright. Hua Li saw that Luo Yan was sitting on the bed and quickly turned the light off.
Climbing into bed in the dark, Hua Li hugged Luo Yan tightly.
Luo Yan pressed her ear against Hua Li's chest, feeling both heartache and helplessness as she heard the thunderous heartbeat.
There was a soft knock on the bedroom door, and Luo Shicheng's deep voice came through the door.
"Hua Li, open the door."
Hua Li was still in shock and didn't want to talk to Luo Shicheng, but since Hua Li wouldn't open the door, Luo Shicheng kept knocking.
Worried about waking Xiaoxiu from across the street, Huali had no choice but to get out of bed, slip on her shoes, and go open the door.
As soon as the door opened, Luo Shicheng squeezed in and reached for the light switch, but Hua Li stopped him.
"Don't turn on the light, it's too bright."
Noticing that Hua Li's voice still had a nasal tone, Luo Shicheng stopped what he was doing and asked cautiously, "Why are you crying?"
"I didn't cry..."
Hua Li stubbornly wiped away her tears. She used to do silly things like looking for her baby while holding her, but this was the first time she had ever been so scared that she cried because she couldn't find her child in her dream. She didn't want to talk about it; it was too embarrassing.
"It's alright, you can go now."
Hua Li chased Luo Shicheng away, but Luo Shicheng bypassed Hua Li and crept onto the bed. He found Luo Yan sitting on the bed and immediately pulled her into his arms.
"Yanyan, why aren't you sleeping?"
Luo Yan sighed, "Why do you have to be so inquisitive?"
Luo Shicheng not only entered the house but also got into bed!? Hua Li was furious.
"I said everything's fine, you can go now, Yan Yan and I are going to sleep."
Luo Yan: "Bye-bye."
The mother and daughter teamed up to kick him out, and Luo Shicheng lowered his head and kissed the top of Luo Yan's head.
"Yanyan, be a good girl, don't make Mommy cry. If you need anything, call Daddy, okay?"
Luo Yan, who knew Mom would cry if she couldn't touch the baby while she was asleep? I didn't do it on purpose.
Luo Shicheng laid Luo Yan back on the bed, covered her with a small blanket, got out of bed, took a few steps over, and picked up Hua Li.
Hua Li gasped in fright and instinctively grabbed Luo Shicheng's neck with both hands.
Suddenly embraced by Hua Li, Luo Shicheng blushed from his face to his neck, but fortunately the dim lighting prevented him from being exposed.
Luo Shicheng placed Hua Li by the bedside, knelt on one knee to take off Hua Li's slippers, then stood up briskly and walked out the door.
Luo Shicheng stopped at the door and said without turning his head.
"I don't need to lock the door when I'm home; I won't barge in."
Locking the door might actually slow down his rescue efforts if something happens.
Hua Li didn't say anything, but she also didn't get out of bed to lock the door.
After this incident, Luo Yan didn't dare to enter the space again and obediently slept until dawn.
She opened her eyes to find the house eerily quiet, as if she were all alone.
Luo Yan put on her shoes, got out of bed, and ran out the door.
Pushing open the door across the hall, Xiaoxiu wasn't there.
Pushing open the guest room door, her scumbag father wasn't there either.
Mom is nowhere to be seen in the kitchen or living room.
I ran into the yard, but the front gate was tightly closed and there was no one in sight.
I ran to the backyard, but there was still no one there.
Luo Yan, with her messy, spiky hair, walked back into the house and sighed to the heavens, "You guys really don't treat me like a baby!"
Sigh, even with the adults away, life still goes on. Luo Yan stood on a stool to wash her face and brush her teeth, and combed her hair in front of the mirror with a wooden comb.
Her little hands weren't very good at handling things, and her coordination was poor. She pulled so hard that her scalp hurt, and Luo Yan's little face was puffed up with anger.
How could you leave a three-and-a-half-year-old baby alone at home? That's so irresponsible.
After finally managing to comb her hair smoothly, Luo Yan realized her arms were too short to tie it up properly, so she simply picked up a headband and put it on.
If you get off the stool, you have to climb onto the chair. You can only say that your child is so self-reliant.
Standing on the back of the chair, Luo Yan held onto the dining table and lifted the plate covering the rice bowl.
Drip, drip, the sticky rice porridge dripped down the plate.
With a thud, the long-handled spoon stuck in the bowl fell back down, splashing rice soup all over Luo Yan's face and body.
Luo Yan closed her eyes and took a deep breath...
Such a clumsy method couldn't have been done by my skillful mother; it must have been done by my scumbag father.
For example, you can cover the porridge bowl with a plate, but why do you put the spoon in it? When the plate presses down, the spoon tilts upwards, and when it falls back down, even an adult would get a splattered in their face.
Luckily, the porridge had cooled down; if it had been hot, she would have been utterly humiliated.
This generation of parents is really difficult to deal with. Luo Yan wiped her face with her little hand and continued opening the blind boxes.
Remove the other plate covering the bowl; inside are peeled hard-boiled eggs with a few pieces of eggshell still stuck to them.
Next, plate on plate. The fried crispy fish was covered while it was still hot, so it became completely mushy and inedible.
Lastly, Luo Yan offered a prayer.
Lifting the plate, it's fine; the vegetables are chopped into small pieces, so it's edible.
Luo Yan picked up the egg, peeled off all the bits of eggshell, took a bite of the egg, ate some porridge, and then scooped up a spoonful of green vegetables.
Ouch! Luo Yan burst into tears; there was chili pepper in the chopped vegetables.
Is this retaliation for her previous transformation into a 'poison gas bomb'?
Luo Yan simply ate eggs with porridge, which at least filled her stomach.
There was no fruit after the meal, so Luo Yan went to the backyard, picked a small persimmon, washed it, and ate it...
In the photo studio, Hua Li and Chen Yuanshan coaxed Xiao Xiu to take photos. After the photos were taken, Chen Yuanshan asked the owner to print twenty copies.
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