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Chapter 103 Extra Story: Ways of Raising the Yan Family Baby (1)
Many years later, Yan Su Xiansen took his family's Yan Baobao for a walk.When I was about to get home, I passed a frozen river. The ice was very thick and it was a bit slippery to walk on.Yan Baobao was sitting in the little duck walker, being dragged by Papa.

Yan Xiansen looked at the whiteness of the mountains and wanted to tell the baby a story, so he said, "Baby, Baba will tell you a fairy tale. The same substance in nature is usually heavier in solid than in liquid under the same volume. Water is not. , ice is lighter than water."

Yan Baobao, who still can't speak, is sitting in the duckling cart:?
...o(╯□╰)o
Yan Xiansen looked down at the ice under his feet, and a fish swam past from below.He continued: "So in winter, the ice layer floats on the water, and the creatures at the bottom of the water can still survive as usual. Otherwise, it will all freeze, and the freshwater ecosystem will completely collapse." He smiled slightly, "So, Papa's favorite thing is water .”

Yan Baobao bit his finger:? ?
......+_+
Yan Xiansen saw that the baby looked around and was disobedient, so he decided to work hard: "Let's continue to tell fairy tales, baby, do you know? The water film on the surface of 100% pure water is harder than steel, let alone people walking on it, tanks are fine. But , there is no 100% pure water in this world.”

Baby Talk spit bubbles:? ? ?

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Yan Xiansen was very happy when he spoke, with snowy white light in his eyes: "Because water is the most tolerant substance in the world. It will actively dissolve everything that comes into contact with it. It is never stubborn, it is tolerant of everything. If If it’s not for the tolerance of water, everything from wind, thunder, rain and snow to photosynthesis and oxidation of animal and plant cells will collapse. The world will be dead.”

Yan Baobao looked around:? ? ? ?

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He said frantically, "Baby, tell me, the nature we live in is so amazing!"

Yan Baobao looked up at the sky:? ? ? ? ?
... = =
Yan Xiansen led the duckling's car and continued walking on the ice: "Baby, what is the most beautiful fairy tale you have ever heard when someone asks you? You have to remember that it was the story called water that Papa told you just now. .”

Baby Yan: zzzzzzzzz...

One day, Yan Su Xiansen squatted at the door of his house and painted the fence, while Yan Baobao was sitting in a duckling walker, walking unsteadily.A rope was tied to the duckling cart, and the end was held in Yan Xiansen's hand.

Yan Xiansen pulled the duckling over, and said to Yan Baobao in the car: "Come here and see Baba teach you how to clean the fence. Let me tell you, not everyone can do a good job of brushing the fence."

Yan Baobao was thumping and thumping in the toddler...?
Yan Su raised his eyebrows slightly, very proudly: "I haven't seen anyone paint a better fence than me."

Yan Baobao tilted his head, looked at the row of beautiful white fences, blinked his dark eyes, and after a while, expressed his lack of interest, and kicked his short legs out.

Yan Xiansen continued to be proud: "You mama once said to me, 'Why are you so good at everything? Yan Su, you are really a genius.'"

Baby Yan...? ?

"But she reversed the order." Yan Su turned his head and saw Yan Baobao twisting his butt and rolling away in the walker, very dissatisfied with the attitude of the baby not listening carefully, he pulled the rope, and the little boy The baby in the duck car slipped and rolled back to its original place.

Yan Xiansen continued his speech: "No matter what I do, no matter how big or small, I am used to treating it as a work with my name on it. 100% investment. No matter what it is for or for whom, as long as it comes from me hand, I will turn it into art. It is a work with the name 'Yan Su' engraved on it."

Yan Baobao wanted to walk away, but was pulled back by Papa.

Yan Xiansen narrowed his eyes slightly, and recalled: "At that time, you murmured, 'If everyone is like you, there will be no defective products, and there will be no fakes or shoddy products.'"

Yan Baobao gave up learning to walk, and tinkered with the paint bucket hanging on the walker.

After Yan Su finished brushing a few rows, he took a step to the side, and Yan Baobao "carrying" the paint bucket followed suit.

Yan Xiansen said arrogantly: "Do you know how I answered Ma Ma?"

Yan Baobao tilted his head and looked at Papa ignorantly, but his attention was only concentrated for half a second, and he looked around while spitting bubbles with his little finger in his mouth.

Yan Xiansen continued to be arrogant: "So, most people are mediocre people who do nothing, and then call me a genius."

Baby Yan...? ? ?
Yan Xiansen touched the baby's face: "Baby, no matter what you do in the future, everything should be regarded as a work that reflects your name, a work of art! Then you will be a genius."

Yan Baobao kicked his legs and looked at the sky: Baba, I have to learn to walk first~~~
When Yan Baobao was 2 years old, he celebrated Christmas.

Yan Xiansen walked down the street holding the baby in one hand, Yan Baobao lay on Papa's shoulder and bit his little hand, looking at the Christmas trees on both sides of the street with dark eyes, and asked Papa: "Daddy, why don't we have a Christmas tree at home?"

Yan Xiansen said: "We want to protect the forest."

Yan Baobao frowned, what does this mean?
A salesman on the street came over: "Buy a Christmas tree, it's green and recycled."

Baby Yan immediately turned around, stared at the Christmas tree and blinked.

Yan Xiansen: "..."

Well, buy one.

At night, Baby Yan flapped his hands and legs, hanging stockings at the foot of his bed.

Yan Xiansen asked: "What is this for?"

Baby Yan raised his head: "Wait for Santa to give me a present."

"little buddy" Yan Xiansen knelt down and stroked his son's hairy head, "Daddy told you that Santa Claus doesn't exist..."

"Santa Claus doesn't think I'm a good boy, so he won't give me presents?" Baby Yan was teary, and there were glistening drops of water in his black eyes.

Yan Xiansen was speechless, after a while, he held Yan Baobao's head in his hands, and hugged him into his arms: "Actually, Santa Claus is going to give you a big present, because Xiao Xiaosu has always been very good."

In the middle of the night, Baby Yan curled up under the quilt obediently and fell asleep.Yan Xiansen tiptoed into the baby's room, carried a bunch of presents back and forth by the baby's bedside, and finally, kissed his little face lightly.

2-year-old Yan Baobao fell asleep lying on the small table, with an open book in front of him - Darwin's "Origin of Species".

(The author's eyes ==)

Yan Su was sitting under the desk lamp reading a book, looked up from the book, and saw that the baby's little head had fallen asleep on the page, put down the book and got up, went over and lightly lifted the baby's small body, and pulled him into the arms.

Yan Baobao stretched out his short hands spontaneously in his sleep, hugged Papa's neck habitually, arched it, found a comfortable position in Papa's arm, and did not move.

Yan Su carefully carried him to the children's bedroom, put him on the bed, gently broke off the baby's hand from his neck, and tucked him in the quilt.

On the small pillow, a small furry head fell asleep.Yan Baobao's eyelashes were long and curly, leaving a small shadow on his fair and tender face.His hair is different from Yan Su's, flaxen and curly, very cute, just like Big Bear Yan Xiaosu.

Yan Su bowed his head and kissed his son's head, then walked out of the room.

After returning to the study and reading for a while, I heard the sound of someone gently pushing the door open.

He raised his head from the book again, his eyes slid down the crack of the door, and then down again, he saw the little baby sticking out his head from the door, his little feet stepping on the small bench, tiptoeing, stretching out his hands, It took a lot of effort to open the door.

The little guy was wearing a cartoon bear pajamas, rubbed his eyes dimly, walked down from the small bench, pouted, and looked at Papa with some grievances.

Yan Su put down the book, walked over and knelt down in front of him, eyes level with him, rubbed his curly head: "What's wrong? Scared?"

"No." The baby's face was pouty, and his voice was soft and waxy, a little aggrieved, "Daddy, you haven't kissed me goodnight yet?"

In fact, Papa gave it, but you are sleeping.

Yan Su hugged Yan Baobao, and the little guy couldn't stand still, so he threw himself into Papa's arms.He picked up his son with one hand, picked up the small bench, and coaxed: "Then let's do it again?"

Yan Su carried the baby to the small bed and tucked in the quilt.The little guy's dark eyes stared at him expectantly and happily, so pure.

He lowered his head and kissed the baby deeply on the forehead.

Just about to get up, the little baby put his arms around his neck, and gave Papa a big mua on his face: "Daddy, I'll give you a goodnight kiss too."

He smiled and rubbed his head vigorously.

The little baby giggled, and said childishly, "Daddy, and oh, I learned a song today, and I'll sing it to you."

"I climbed up the door and opened the stairs.
(End of this chapter)