Chapter 210

Leaving the hustle and bustle of the city, the crowded crowd and the quiet village is another heaven and earth. The morning light sprinkles on the earth between the blue sky and white clouds. Because there are no more entertainment facilities, people living here are more used to going to bed and getting up early.

The chicks came out early to look for food, and several golden, round and furry chicks chirped behind the hen.

Xuanxuan soon integrated into the rural life. She went to bed early and got up early. Han Mo didn't need to worry about it at all.

Everything in the yard is so novel to her. What attracts her most is these chickens. She just wants to follow behind the chickens, but the closer the little guys follow, the faster the chickens run.

Xuanxuan and the chickens were like this. You ran around the yard after me. Han Mo sat in the rattan chair not far away and looked at everything in front of him gently. A trace of warmth flashed in his eyes. I don't know why, the quiet yard and several free range chickens made him feel very comfortable.

"It's good to have such a yard if you're old." In front of Han Mo's eyes, there seemed to be a picture of growing vegetables with Shuya, feeding chickens and climbing the mountain. The corners of his mouth showed a smile.

"Dad, you can say anything." The little guy failed to chase the chicken and ran to his father panting.

Han Mo rubbed the little guy's head, didn't answer his daughter's words positively, turned off the topic and asked, "did you catch the chicken?"

As soon as the little guy heard this question, he pouted and looked unhappy. "The chicken is not good and doesn't play with Xuanxuan." After that, he was unwilling to see no one chasing the chickens who had recovered their leisurely state.

In fact, the chicken was also depressed. Where did the children chase us all morning and chatter~

Han Mo gently wiped the sweat on Xuanxuan's head, and suddenly there was a voice outside the yard.

"Yuxuan, I'm coming." Mengmeng bounced into the yard.

Hearing the voice of his good friend, the little guy ran over excitedly and took Mengmeng's hand to the yard.

Mengmeng's father looks haggard. He is not too young and looks more like the old city. He wants to take his children out early so that he doesn't have to wear him alone in the room. Although it's only one night, Mengmeng's father already feels that life is like a year.

Two good friends stood hand in hand.

"Dad, I want to braid." Meng Meng said wrongfully.

Mengmeng's father smiled awkwardly, "didn't dad braid you?"

Mengmeng tooted her little mouth and was even more wronged, "but I want to wear a braid like Xuanxuan." The little girl wept.

Mengmeng's father looked at Xuanxuan and his daughter's hair. At this moment, he really understood what there is no difference without comparison.

Han Mo washed Xuanxuan's face, brushed his teeth and combed his hair early in the morning. Because he was playing outside, Han Mo didn't braid his children's hair too complicated. He just braided the broken hair at the back of his head, tied a high ponytail, and then rolled it into a ball head, which looked cleaner than usual.

Xuanxuan stared at Mengmeng as if surprised and said, "Mengmeng, didn't you comb your hair?"

"My father said, comb my hair." Although she is only four years old, the little girl also has aesthetics. In her little heart, she doesn't admit that her father combed her hair at all.

Her hair, longer than Xuanxuan's, was loosely wrapped behind her head by a rubber band. Because Mengmeng's hair was thick and long, and her braid was too loose, it would be tilted and collapsed behind her head. From the front, it was messy. If Mengmeng's father hadn't just said to comb her children, Han Mo wouldn't believe Mengmeng's hair.

Mengmeng's father suddenly saw Xuanxuan's hair. His eyes lit up and he had an idea in his mind, "we'll ask Mr. Ding to comb your hair later."

In the heart of Mengmeng's father, it's perfect to tie the ponytail untidy. Why not braid it? What else? You can't do it. If Miss Ding can tie Xuanxuan's hair, she must also take Mengmeng and ask the teacher to comb it.

Mengmeng's expression didn't change after listening to her father's words.

"Look how well Xuanxuan's braids are combed by teacher Ding. Let's go to find the teacher now." Mengmeng's father took the child's hand and waved with Han Mo, "let's go to find teacher Ding and ask her to comb her hair, the same as Xuanxuan." Mengmeng's father smiled lovingly.

Mengmeng's father seems to have found a life-saving straw. He thinks that if he can comb Xuanxuan's hair, he will comb Mengmeng too. The teacher said that the child's daily life these two days is handled by his father alone, so it's no good going. Now, it seems that he doesn't help at all.

Xuanxuan drew a big question mark on her head and asked suspiciously, "but Dad, you combed my hair."

Mengmeng's father just pulled Mengmeng to turn around, and what Xuanxuan said behind him was heard by him. The expression on his face suddenly froze, the corners of his eyes twitched hard, turned slowly, and looked at Han Mo incredulously, "you combed Xuanxuan's hair?"

Han Mo didn't have time to speak. The little guy straightened his waist, raised his small head, and said first, "yes, my father combs my beautiful hair every day. Even teacher Ding Rou asks my father to braid."

Mengmeng's father's eyes widened, the corners of his mouth trembled, and a moment of silence suddenly changed from surprise to joy. He put his hands on his daughter's shoulder and gently pushed Han Mo's face, "Xiao Han, thank you."

Han Mo said nothing and smiled to comb the little girl's hair.

Yueyan's father sadly led Yueyan through Han Mo's yard. Mengmeng's father was busy all morning. He wanted to comb his hair, but he couldn't comb it well. But Yueyan's father gave up the idea and came out to find a teacher to comb his hair.

Just outside Han Mojia's yard, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. He didn't want to turn the direction directly.

Han Mo's technique is very fast. Compared with the cumbersome modeling work of his previous life, it's too easy to comb a braid for a child. Tie up Mengmeng's contract and make Peng song look more lovely. It's just over. There's no time to look up here.

"Xiao Han, it's hard for you."

As soon as Han Mo looked up, Le Yan had stood in front of him. Next to him was le Yan's father with an embarrassed smile on his face.

Le Yan's hair didn't tie up at all. It was not as cute as it was just now. It was just combed by Le Yan's father and scattered behind his shoulders.

After a while, another new bud appeared. Yue Yan touched her head. The three little girls were about the same size and wore the same hairstyle, just like little sisters.

"You are all here. Why don't you go yet? Mr. Ding sent a message and asked to gather." Father tiger shouted to the yard.

Han Mo and Xuanxuan live closest to the gathering place. Other families will pass by their yard when they meet Ding rou.

"What notice? I didn't see it. " Yueyan's father quickly took out his mobile phone. To tell the truth, they were too lazy to take out this kind of old machine. In the past, even if there was no movement, they would turn it out and brush the web page. Now the mobile phone has no sense of existence.

Han Mo's cell phone is still in the room. He goes back to the room, takes out his cell phone and glances at the text message at the top of the screen.

At this time, Le Yan's father is also reading a text message, "please go to the gathering place to participate in the 'Father knows how much' activity."

"What does dad know? Is it a knowledge contest? "Yue Yan's father asked.

"It doesn't feel like it. You'll know when you go."

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