Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　Sister Yu said softly..

Chapter 1184

　　The news of Yang Mi's birth in Yanjing spread like wildfire.

　　And when Wu Shaobai appeared in the hospital this time, everyone knew what he was doing.

　　In my heart, I feel that a friend like Mr. Wu is really reliable at critical moments... At the same time, everyone has some gossip in their hearts.

　　Will Mr. Wu still deliver?

　　Good guy, fresh hey.

　　women's friend wow

　　Although the idea is a bit obscene, but no matter what, as a top-notch actress giving birth to a child, it is at least enough to support a day's news in the entertainment industry.

　　……

　　"Dad! Godmother! Look, look!"

　　Hearing the voice in the yard, Wu Shaobai, who was helping to write, glanced out the window.

　　A smile appeared on his face.

　　She got up and opened the door curtain. Sister Yu, who forgot to wear her coat, stood under the snow-covered porch and said angrily:

　　"Put your gloves on and don't listen to your godmother, do you?"

　　"Hee hee hee~ godmother, I'm not cold~"

　　A small animal that looked like a horse and a dog was built out of snow, and the girl's little red face was full of happy smiles.

　　"Godmother, this is chasing the sun! I still have to hold the moon, and the moon and the moon~ Shall we come together?"

　　"You……"

　　Gao Yuanyuan was speechless, and at this moment, the door curtain was lifted again.

　　A warm fox fur coat was draped over Sister Yu.

　　At the same time, a stove that smelled of sandalwood was handed to her.

　　"Are you coming for your period, can you pay attention to the warmth?"

　　After a speechless glance at Sister Yu, Wu Shaobai walked into the yard.

　　Looking up at the snowflakes in the sky, he walked up to his daughter, grabbed her little hand and put it in his own, sighing, helplessly saying:

　　"Didn't you promise your godmother to wear gloves?"

　　"Wearing gloves does not weigh the snow... Dad, shall we build together to hold the moon together? And I want briquettes~ I also want carrots! Chasing the sun is a unicorn, it needs eyes and horns~"

　　Under the peach tree, the little girl's eyes are full of stars.

　　What Wu Shaobai couldn't stand the most was his daughter's expression.

　　As soon as he was coquettish by his daughter, he lost all thoughts in his mind.

　　"Okay~ Dad goes to the kitchen to get it for you."

　　He trotted all the way into the kitchen, cut all the carrot heads, and picked out two round olive charcoals for making tea. As soon as he walked out, he saw Sister Yu squatting under the tree, holding The heater was gesturing at the little snowman that looked like a dog and a horse.

　　"Look, a horse's face is longer than a dog's."

　　"Chasing the sun is a unicorn!"

　　"The unicorn's face is also long."

　　"But it's not cute anymore."

　　"EMMMMM..."

　　Sister Yu is thinking about how to correct the child's lovely "worldview".

　　But at this moment, suddenly, the rustling snowflakes fell directly from the top of one big and one small head.They burrowed in along their necks.

　　"what!"

　　"Oops~"

　　"Hahahaha~"

　　The playful Wu Shaobai looked at the trembling peach tree and smiled happily.

　　Gao Yuanyuan, who had a head of snowflakes, first helped her daughter to clean up the snowflakes on the top of her head, and then she and her daughter looked at this mischievous wicked fellow...

　　"Shall we hit him?"

　　"Well! Hit Dad!"

　　Two snowballs hit him instantly.

　　"Hahahaha~"

　　There were bursts of laughter in the yard.

　　……

　　"Hoo~ha~Godmother, I'm much warmer~"

　　The little girl with a teacup in her hand ran out again.

　　"Ai ai ai~"

　　Gao Yuanyuan was speechless, looking at Wu Shaobai, who was adding carbon to the tandoor, and said angrily:

　　"And let her play?"

　　"Children's resistance is accumulated in this little bit of entertainment. It's okay, it's not cold when it's snowing, let's play, let's cook some porridge with shredded ginger to keep out the cold in the evening."

　　Saying that, he put the teapot on the rack.

　　And Gao Yuanyuan, who was still holding a stove in his hand, stood by the window, looking at the happy child playing in the snow, and said:

　　"Is there nothing to do this year?"

　　"Yes, the third "Hundred Years of Crosstalk History" on the 20th, the last one in January, is coming to seal the box, and this year is over."

　　As he spoke, Sister Yu had quietly walked around behind him.

　　And when he finished speaking, a fragrant wind and a kiss like raindrops had already landed on his cheek.

　　Then, a voice rang in Wu Shaobai's ear...  

　　"In the spring of next year, the TV series will start filming."

　　"Ah."

　　Wu Shaobai narrowed his eyes slightly.

　　Then, Gao Yuan's round ears moved, he stood up straight, and took a scroll from the bookshelf at the back.

　　"Dad! Dami is back~"

　　The little girl ran in with a tabby cat.

　　"Meow~"

　　The eldest of the raccoon cats raised in Boyuantang greeted the owner, then ran down from Wu Mingyue's arms, walked to the corner of the food box, licked a few sips of water, and was very spiritual. The pads on the side rubbed the soles of his feet rhythmically, and jumped onto the table with a slight jump.

　　Wu Shaobai stretched out his hand, squinted his head on the master's finger twice, then lay down beside the mud stove and stretched lazily.

　　And Gao Yuanyuan took the scroll to the easel and spread it out.

　　Above it is an unfinished thangka sketch line.

　　It seems that the lines are not beautiful, and there is no charm, but rather rough.

　　Gao Yuanyuan has just started to learn.

　　Thangka is indeed a little too difficult for a young painter with no sketching experience.

　　But Sister Yu didn't care, she was interested anyway.

　　She has been drawing this Thangka on and off for half a year, but she is still in the sketching stage.

　　Not yet painted.

　　It is estimated that when it is completed, God knows it will be the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.

　　rustling sounded.

　　Seeing that Da Mi was going to sleep, Wu Mingyue opened the curtain and ran out, continuing to build a snowman.

　　Her father and godmother have already helped her to gather the moon.

　　For the rest of the month, she has to do it on her own.

　　then.

　　From time to time the kettle on the tandoor sizzled hot.

　　The cat under the tandoor lay lazily on the table to rest.

　　The woman in the room was holding a sandalwood-scented stove in one hand, a pencil in her mouth, and an eraser carefully smearing lines that seemed incongruous to her.

　　The Medicine Buddha, who has no eyes, shows compassion.

　　The man sitting on the chair touched his ear, which still had wet marks left by the woman's lip print.

　　The whole winter snowy afternoon, quiet and warm. .

Chapter 1185

　　12 month 21 number.

　　Early in the morning.