Chapter 1,206 This Morning Is a Gathering of Various Children and Her Father

Cynthia got up earlier than usual today. This time she didn't need to be reminded by her sister, so she ran to wash her face, brush her teeth, and combed her hair by herself. She ran to the balcony, poured some water on Lilina's head, who was doing photosynthesis, ran to the door, gave a handful of bone biscuits to the fox girl who had just gone out to bask in the sun for fifteen minutes, and climbed to the tree in the yard. , said good morning to the crow couple, went to find the little crow who was leading a dozen mini Medivhs to look for grass seeds in the yard, and gave those little guys a lot of green vegetable leaves. Then she ran back to the living room and said goodbye to everyone in the living room. I watched it from the side and finally couldn’t bear it anymore:

"I said... letting you go home is not asking you to die. Is it necessary to make the atmosphere so tragic?"

Cindia looked like Mrs. Xianglin from the side, looking as if she had just left the Luotuo Xiangzi filming crew: "Uncle, do you know how terrible my mother's cooking is? My mother just sent a message, and she said to cook it for me. After eating a large table of food, I have to take care of my daughter..."

I glanced at Sandora silently, and then my eyes fell back on Cyndia: "Xiao Nizi, you are too young and have never seen the real terror in the world... Sandora, calm down! I didn't say anything! That was your illusion just now! Anweina, hide your wok quickly and stop Sandora from going to the kitchen... Wait! Sandora, what are you doing! Let go of the rice cooker! If you have any problem, come to Lilina! "

Cyndia's face wiped away the expression of Mrs. Xianglin, and she looked at the whole family jumping up and down with joy: "Well, my uncle's house is just as lively every day. I will go home and tell my dad about what happened here. Then he won’t talk about how Jiadi and I painted doors on the wall every day.”

I turned to look out the window. It was a sunny day today. The little crow was leading her schizoites to forage in the yard. A bunch of mini Medivhs, only ten centimeters tall, were jumping around in the grass. Go, looking for edible grass seeds and relatively fresh grass sprouts, a stray mini Medivh jumped onto the window sill, holding up the eggshell that she was born with and is inseparable from. She was collecting dew on the pot of flowers on the window sill - but there was no dew at this time, so the little guy looked a little disappointed. With a smile, the sister took a teaspoon and dropped a few drops of tea into the little guy's eggshell. The Crow God suddenly became happy and went to look for his sister with the eggshell on his head, leaving a series of excited "chichi" sounds.

In the living room, a translucent jelly creature was sitting on the sofa near the window. Rocking slowly and lazily, this slime, which is defined as a toy and pet, should be the most leisurely guy in the family. It is basking in the sun while curiously observing the people walking around it, and can transform into someone at home at any time to enhance its sense of presence. This mimicry should be just a conditioned reflex, because this slime doesn't appear to have any intelligence. I observed it and found that this slime's stomach was full of messy things. Including Qianqian's Rubik's Cube, her sister's comb, Little Bubble's toys, and even a small toy-like princess shoe: this should belong to a certain doll. Although this kind of elemental creation called arcane colloid creature does not have advanced intelligence, it also has animal-level thinking ability, and has many weird hobbies, such as collecting those things that are thrown around, and then keeping them all in its own place. in stomach. I have to say that this is a good habit, because it can go almost anywhere and find discarded debris from any nook and cranny. Ever since this slime named Xizhilang came to the house. Every day we find forgotten gadgets in its belly.

Are you still worried about accidentally dropping coins into the cracks of the bed? Are you still sad that the postcards full of memories have been forgotten somewhere? Don’t worry, get a slime now! ——By the way, why did I suddenly think of this?

Little Bubble was sitting next to the slime, constantly trying to communicate with it. After many failed attempts, the little girl took out a straw and inserted it into the slime as if she wanted to drink some water - I wanted to stop it. , but a step too late, Little Bubble's face was blackened by the crackling arcane sparks, and he ran back with a sad face. I smiled helplessly. I carried the little guy to the water room to wash his face.

"Hey, idiot. Have you seen my shoes?" As soon as the little bubble was placed, the little lamp flew down from the second floor again, wearing one shoe on the foot and a white shoe on the other foot. Cotton socks, "Why are the new shoes I just bought from the SD area two days ago missing?"

I raised my finger and pointed to the window: "I want to go with Xizhilang. Who makes you like to throw things around? You are probably regarded as debris."

The little puppet angrily went to settle the score with Xizhilang. After a while, there was a crackling sound of arcane energy released from the window and the shrill scolding of the small lamp. Then the unlucky puppet returned victoriously, with half of its body black and its top He was wearing an afro and holding the new shoes he had just snatched in his hand: "Idiot, give me a bath and comb my hair!"

Me: "...When will you remember how to communicate with that ball of jelly?"

"I want you to take care of it!"

It's like this every day, and every morning is as lively and interesting as ever. Although there are always a lot of worries and things that make people feel depressed, they still have to live their lives, crying and showing off their faces, right? - The days with these interesting guys around are just daily life, and other things are just Let it be: Sometimes I actually get this thought. Although I know that what Sandora hears will inevitably lead to another burst of resentment, but once this person relaxes, he will inevitably fall into the mentality of a middle-aged and elderly retired worker living in the sun...

I carried the little doll, which was all black, to give her a bath. It was quite quick. After all, bathing a doll that is not afraid of choking on water or dazzling shampoo will save you a lot of trouble. Just put it in the water and soak it. Then apply soap all over the body and wipe it with a dish towel - I personally feel that this process is almost as difficult as washing dishes - but this idea must not be known to Xiaodeng, otherwise she will bite me on the head and hang it all day , and even refuse to eat in the middle. After the little one is cleaned up, put her under the special dryer to blow warm air. This dryer is also one of my original inventions. It is made up of three dryers. The countertop below is a grid removed from the oven, which is specially used to dry the little dolls. When using it, place the doll on the grid, and then turn on the mid-range warm air for five minutes: the little doll likes the mid-range wind speed. As for the motivation for inventing this thing... Because it is extremely difficult to wipe the body of a doll with ball joints and keyholes with a towel, I invented this thing. At least with her, there will be no more small lights. I refused to take a shower on the pretext that towel fibers would get stuck in the keyhole. Anyone who has raised a child knows how difficult it is to coax a child into the bath...

The doll initially protested strongly against being put under the dryer to dry herself, which she considered an affront to the doll's rights. But after two blows, she couldn't help herself. Now she can get under the hot air without anyone holding her down. "The feeling of warm dry air at 40 to 50 degrees Celsius blowing into the keyhole" - this is how she described the feeling that the dryer gave her.

It’s such an incomprehensible sense... I feel like I have raised a lot of weird people.

When I took out the clean little doll, I found that there were two more people in the living room, and I knew both of them. One was Father God, and the other... was Bingtis's father!

Uncle Kuvain, long time no see. Are you here today to bring back this unlucky ghost girl like you to eliminate harm for the people?

"Hey. I'm here to take my daughter home," Father God saw me and immediately raised his hand to greet me enthusiastically. Cyndia had turned into a little black cat and was now rolling around comfortably in his arms. It was really... It’s really an alternative family scene. "Sola is really urging her. She is not used to Cyndia being out for such a long time."

Cyndia, who was in the form of a black cat, raised her paw and patted her father's chin, muttering: "Meow... um, mom is just worrying, she will spoil me sooner or later and turn me into a naughty child. , just like Xiaoxue."

Do you think you are not bear enough now?

Last night, when Cyndia said she was going home, I received news from the God Clan, saying that they would send someone to pick her up today. But I didn't expect that it was Father God and Bingtis's father who came. I thought that at least there would be a large group of divine envoys and diplomatic groups, but I thought that there would be a state banquet in the morning. It seems that they are indeed worthy of being the Star Realm Protoss. They cannot be arranged according to common sense. The father's behavior is probably similar to that of an uncle who comes home from get off work and picks up his daughter who is being taken care of by a neighbor. I thought too much before. .

"Seriously, this girl has caused a lot of trouble, hasn't she?" Father God smiled and scratched Cyndia's chin, looking like she was teasing a cat. If you don't tell her, no one can do that in his arms. A little black cat and the word daughter are connected together: One of the biggest similarities between Father God and me is that we both have many strange creatures around us.

"No. To be honest. Cyndia is so good," I thought for a moment. He made the most honest judgment, "I'm not being polite, Cyndia is really well-behaved. I wish my kids were half as easy to manage as Cyndia."

Father God laughed, and the little black cat in his arms rolled around excitedly. It is not easy for a girl like Cyndia to be praised as a good child. It seems that the living environment determines everything: if she is like our family Try it with other children?

"Other people's children." Xiaoxue held half a stick of dried salted fish in her mouth, her face filled with resentment as she passed by from a short distance away. Her words made me sigh: I didn't expect that I would also become "other people's children." Is it the initiator?

"Uncle, long time no see." I saw that my father was busy teasing his daughter and had no time to talk to him, so I went over to Uncle Kuvain. This slutty uncle who always treats himself like a vampire aristocrat in a witcher movie is now looking at each other with his daughter. Bingtis is sitting opposite him, crossing his legs and tearing off the vacuum-packed chicken legs. There was an eerie silence between the father and daughter. My voice finally broke the silence between the two of them. Uncle Kuvain turned to greet me with a smile on his face: "Ah, Chen, it's been a long time... has it really been a long time?"

I laughed dryly: "You've been taking it seriously for a long time."

"This kid only has so much potential," Father God's voice came from afar, referring to Uncle Kuvain who was sitting upright with a serious look on his face. "Since Bingtis came back, he has become even more aggressive than before. , as soon as he heard that there was a mission coming here, he immediately jumped out of the house. He just missed his daughter, but when we met, you saw that he looked bored, and he couldn't even speak..."

Uncle Kuvain had visible cold sweat on his face, but he did not dare to refute a single word to his father's teasing. I was listening to the side and suddenly had an absurd feeling: You said that the generational structure around you is chaotic!

I have a close friendship with Bingtis, so I call her Sister Bing; Uncle Kuvain is Bingtis’s father, so I call him uncle; Father God is the creator of all gods, so Count him as Uncle Kuvain’s living ancestor; Father God and I are void creatures from the same period, so I call Father God second brother; Cyndia is Father God’s daughter, so she calls me uncle; Cyndia is also Ice Bingtis' childhood friend, so they are sisters; by analogy, Bingtis should call me uncle, and I should call Bingtis... I guess I can call her anything. But in this vast chaos, the most amazing thing is: you pick out each piece individually. It all makes sense!

Since I met these guys, I have been walking on the edge of ethical issues every day.

Uncle Kuvain came to see his daughter, but after meeting him, he didn’t know what to say. Of course Bingtis was very close to his father, but this female gangster was not the kind to roll around and act coquettishly in her parents’ arms. personality, so the two of them were stuck here, like a father and daughter who were having an argument. But it’s not my turn to worry about it, they both have probably been like this for their entire lives. Just when I was about to turn around and leave. The little doll flew over, held my head and shook it violently: "Idiot, idiot! Have you seen my hairpin?"

I was just about to suggest that she go to Xizhilang's place to have a look, when I heard Uncle Kuvain's cheerful voice coming from behind: "Hey, isn't this a little lamp? Come on, come on, come and sit here with grandpa..."

Me: "..." Bingtis: "..."

Little doll: "...who is this uncle?" Something that doesn't care about itself. The little doll forgets very quickly. At this time, she has already forgotten Uncle Kuvain, whom she had met several times before.

"Dad! Are you doing this again?!" Bingtis finally couldn't keep silent and roared at his father, but the latter didn't care about his daughter's rampage and just smiled at the little doll. He stretched out his hand and said, "Here, let grandpa hug you. Look at her appearance, her eyes, her hair, her wings, her expression. She is exactly the same as my girl, but the size is a little smaller. ...This kid almost hit the wall when he flew down just now. He hasn’t taken flight training class yet, has he?”

At this point, the little doll finally remembered who the uncle in front of him was, and his whole body suddenly became excited. He hung on my back with a squeaking sound, and only his little head poked out: "I remember, it's that nervous uncle." !”

I calmly took two steps back and smiled dryly at Kuvain: "My daughter has been unable to get married for a long time and is finally so depressed that she has hallucinations."

As soon as this statement came out, two people were immediately stimulated. One was Kuvain, whose daughter had been unable to marry for a long time. He immediately squatted and drew circles. The other one was Bingtis, who had been unable to marry for a long time. She bared her teeth and smiled at me. He stretched out his fingers provocatively and said, "I call you, do you dare to agree?"

I didn't want to be fooled, so I turned around and left. Bingtis's angry voice came from behind... But once she stopped at this time, it would be really doomed. With Bingtis's integrity, she dared to drag her father up and beat her up. I……

At this time, breakfast has been prepared. My sister came out to invite everyone to eat. Today, two unexpected guests came to the house, but there is no need to worry about the food - after all, since Sandora came to this house, we have followed the canteen instructions every day. amount to prepare for each meal. Father God happily sat down with Cindia in his arms, with a determined expression on his face as if he planned to die here today. I suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Cindia just said that her mother has prepared a table of meals at home. , waiting for you two to go back to eat..."

"Well," Father God nodded heavily, "Sola asked me to go back as soon as I picked up my daughter, but anyway, your meal is ready, right? Come on, Cyndia, eat as fast as you can! "

Me: "..." Dare I ask you, are you really God the Father?

"You guys are really full here. Can you still eat when you go back?" Bingtis spoke unabashedly and dared to tease Father God. Of course, the latter didn't care. He swiped the things on the plate while agreeing: "Purpose Even if I can eat less when I go back, and Emperor Xiling kindly invites me, it’s not unreasonable for me to take my daughter to stay for a meal, right? Sola will understand."

The people at the table were dumbfounded, and then all of them suddenly said, Oh, Father God also gave me a look of concern at this time, and whispered in a low voice: "I'm going to die if I'm just having fun..."

"..." I am really interested in using Shandora's cooking skills at this time. I am sure that just once, the number of people who come to my house for dinner can be reduced by at least two-thirds.

Father God was here to pick up his daughter and go home, so he got up and left after eating. Uncle Kuvain was basically busy with one thing during the meal: trying to tuck and feed the little doll. The reporter saw the shadow of Bingtis when he was still obedient, so he was so enthusiastic. The little doll blocked and dodged throughout the whole process, making the whole meal miserable. When this "perverted uncle" was finally ready to leave, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Child, let me tell you, it's not that dad is impatient, you are really a big boss..." When Father God opened the portal, Uncle Kuvain pulled Bingtis over for the last time and whispered all the words. Everyone in the living room can hear, "There's no way you can continue to be so crazy..."

Bingtis had been going crazy for a long time. At this time, he raised his hand and pointed here without saying anything: "Okay, okay, I have discussed it with this bastard, no one wants me anymore, he does! Are you satisfied?" "

I was stunned: "When will we discuss..."

Before he finished speaking, Bingtis glared at me with a vicious look, which meant: If you dare to talk nonsense, I will go over and slap you - so I immediately kept silent. Uncle Kuvain didn't know what he thought of, but he seemed to have gotten a satisfactory answer, so he turned around and left.

...This stressful morning is over.

wxs.o