Good morning, Mr.Commander

Xu Rongrong stood at the door in a daze. Under the command of memorial maple, four or five stevedores came in carrying a large wooden box. Xu Rongrong didn't see what it was and didn't ask anything.

The people behind him successively sent in some things such as fuel for painting. Xu Rongrong looked straight in his eyes and finally understood for a long time.

Memorial maple is going to live with her, but who did Memorial Maple discuss with?

Xu Rongrong is very depressed. Is it easy to ask God and difficult to send God?

But who invited him?

When there were many people, Xu Rongrong didn't mean to dismantle the platform. The main reason was that Xu Rongrong couldn't open it and didn't say anything. But when they left, Xu Rongrong's face didn't look good. He stood at the door and asked Memorial Feng, "what are you doing? It's not a rag collector here. If you get these things, there's no place to burn them on a hot day. "

Xu Rongrong was stunned when he said this to commemorate Feng. He said for a long time, "these are my paintings, not rags."

"I don't see what you think is good. Take it away. There's no place here." Xu Rongrong then looked back. Zhan Yiyang just came out, looked at the things all over the ground and asked the memorial maple, "you brought all these things here. You want to make wine here. The house you live in was originally temporary. Now you get these things, and there's no place to put the wine."

Tell Zhan Yiyang that memorial Maple hasn't spoken for a long time. When he returns to his senses, he moves things into the house. Xu Rongrong can see that memorial maple is not easy to use. It's clearly a hob meat. You can't cook well when you talk to him. This is playing a rogue.

In a moment of anger, Xu Rongrong went to get the things to commemorate Feng to the door and asked him to go outside. Memorial Feng was not angry. He went to the door and moved into the house.

Usually I can't see people working. Xu Rongrong has seen it now. He even moved everything into the house alone.

How old is Xu Rongrong? Can he beat the memorial Maple?

"What do you say?" Xu Rongrong asked Zhan Yiyang, and Zhan Yiyang said, "what can we do if we all come?"

Zhan Yiyang wanted to drive out the memorial Maple at first, but now he can't.

Zhan Yiyang turned back and sat down for a while. Xu Rongrong followed him and sat outside. They also wanted to see what Memorial Maple could do.

Before long, Yunliang and his wife came with their children. The weather was good and they sat in the yard to bask in the sun.

Yunliang also saw the memorial Maple coming, so he took the child out to watch the excitement.

"Going to stay?" Yun Liang couldn't ask this. Wu Lingxiu was the one who asked. Wu Lingxiu asked while holding the child. Xu Rongrong said for a long time: "it seems that at first glance, I feel that my brain is abnormal. My children don't care. If they focus on those paintings, art is so important, and important children don't want them."

For this matter, Xu Rongrong can't understand at all. If he doesn't understand it, he doesn't understand it. There's no need to stop it. It's already like this. Besides, at the beginning, if it didn't involve their family, there might not be such a thing. It's impossible to say.

"I think the child also has some problems, but I heard Enron say that it was not like this before. Since Ji Fanyi died, will it cause any psychological harm?" Wu Lingxiu thinks it's hard to say. Some people are really easy to leave a shadow in their hearts because of the death of their relatives. If so, the behavior of commemorating Feng can be explained“

Xu Rongrong glanced at Wu Lingxiu's and said for a long time, "you can see it, too?"

The two women had something to say. They both felt that there was something wrong with memorial Maple's brain. Their son didn't take good care of it, but made a pile of paintings.

As for Yunliang and Zhan Yiyang, they treat it calmly.

In the twinkling of an eye, from summer to autumn, memorial Maple draws from morning to night as if he had no son. Sometimes he goes out of the house, goes out in the morning and comes back in the evening. When he goes out, he paints. Xu Rongrong looks like a fool. He originally wanted to teach a good lesson, but now he has no idea. He is just like a fool, What's the point of saying you're fighting a fool?

Besides the meal, Xu Rongrong used to ask for a meal and agreed. As a result, others finished their meal and haven't come yet. They still called again. They didn't come out for a meal after a long time.

Later, Xu Rongrong got used to it. He put the cooked rice in the insulated lunch box, just like sending rice in prison. He casually asked one of the two children to send rice to Memorial maple.

Once Xiaowen came back, his face turned white. Xu Rongrong asked, saying that he was painting. The whole person was very embarrassed. Then Xu Rongrong went to deliver the meal himself.

Xu Rongrong told Zhan Yiyang that he was a fool. He didn't know anything except painting.

Zhan Yiyang didn't speak. Xu Rongrong later told Zhan Yiyang whether he was stimulated by something. Commemorating Feng used to be very good. In fact, he was not like this.

Zhan Yiyang still didn't speak, and this topic was over. Xu Rongrong didn't say it again.

Time passed quickly. In a twinkling of an eye, it was autumn. When Xu Rongrong was playing outside with his grandson, a leaf fell down and just landed on his grandson's face. The child grabbed and played and jumped around.

Xu Rongrong looked at the child, hugged the child, took away the leaves, and the child began to cry.

Xu Rongrong was a little worried. He couldn't coax a child well. Later, Wu Lingxiu saw it and didn't know how to be distressed. In fact, Wu Lingxiu didn't pay attention to it at all.

After coaxing for a long time, Xu Rongrong was a little worried. Looking at the child crying, she was sweating all over and got up to shake around on the ground.

Xu Rongrong said to Zhan Yiyang, "why don't you come and see?"

Zhan Yiyang looked at the maple leaf in Xu Rongrong's hand and said, "give him the maple leaf."

Xu Rongrong gave the maple leaf in his hand to his grandson. He stopped crying. Instead, he leaned against Xu Rongrong's shoulder and was happy, playing with the leaf in his hand.

Xu Rongrong said, "it's autumn, and the leaves are yellow."

When the child stopped crying, Xu Rongrong was relieved and leaned aside to talk about it.

"Maple leaves, autumn maple leaves..." Zhan Yiyang didn't know what to say. Xu Rongrong looked at Zhan Yiyang and Zhan Yiyang said, "Yunzi maple."

Xu Rongrong was slightly stunned and looked at Zhan Yiyang. Is this the name for the child?

Zhan Yiyang looked at the leaves on the distant tree and said, "that's the name."

Yunzifeng seemed to understand what grandpa said, and opened his hand to embrace Zhan Yiyang. Xu Rongrong gave the child to Zhan Yiyang, thinking that it had been so long before he thought of giving the child a name and a maple. Xu Rongrong felt uneasy when he thought that the commemorative Maple was a maple word. When he grew up, he didn't look like the commemorative maple, That's trouble, crazy.

Yun Zifeng was held in Zhan Yiyang's arms and turned around for a while. Zhan Yiyang looked at Yun Zifeng carefully and smiled inadvertently: "it's really not like Yun Yiao."

Xu Rongrong frowned: "what nonsense?"

"The mold of Tianyi." Zhan Yiyang was very determined. Xu Rongrong was embarrassed and said that raising children with his mother's uncle was true. His grandson was the kind of child who looked like an uncle. Xu Rongrong sighed and still liked Yun Yiao. Unfortunately, the child looked like an uncle and expected his daughter to have another one. Xu Rongrong was still very tangled. It was good to have a daughter or a son, But I'm not so lucky to have twins.

When Yunliang learned that his grandson already had a name, he was also happy. He didn't expect that the child would get such a name. It's very good. It's appropriate. He would like to, or he wouldn't play with a leaf.

In order to celebrate, Yunliang specially arranged a banquet for the children. In fact, the family had a meal.

That afternoon, Zhan Tianyi and Han Feier also came. Zhan Tianning went back to the army. Memorial en was still so busy. Neither of them had time, so they didn't invite them.

Yunliang thinks it's enough for him to pay attention to it. A child can also let everyone celebrate. It's a little too much just for a name.

After dinner, everyone was talking about the name Zifeng. The little guy looked very happy and jumped up and down.

Xu Rongrong doesn't feel much. A child's name is different.

His grandson didn't take a good name. A little bit didn't care so much.

Zhan Yiyang went back after dinner. Zhan Tianyi followed him. Xu Rongrong told Han Feier to be careful and have a big stomach. Xu Rongrong didn't think he should come to the countryside.

This is because it's hard to say anything when they come.

Xu Rongrong told Han Feier not to walk around, especially not to get too close to several children. The main thing is Niuniu. Xu Rongrong pointed to Niuniu and said by name.

Niuniu tooted her mouth, squatted aside and drew a circle on the ground with a small stick. She doesn't like anyone, uncle or aunt.

Grandma is the worst. She won't let her aunt play with her.

When Niuniu was angry, Han fei'er went over and asked Niuniu to get up. Niuniu ignored people and squatted on the ground.

"If you don't get up, I'll go." Han fei'er has the best way to coax children. Niu Niu holds a small stick in her hand. She looks up for a long time and says, "don't I get up?"

"That's right. Niu Niu doesn't like me?" Han fei'er asked. Niu Niu shook her head, looked at her grandmother and thought, isn't that grandma won't let you play with me? You still say me.

Han Feier couldn't help laughing: "come with me. I brought you a gift."

"Really?" Niuniu still doesn't believe it. Every time she brings a gift, she doesn't have to take it out first. Why not this time?

Niuniu followed her to the front of the car. The door opened. There were some gifts in it, but they were crayons for painting.

Niuniu frowned. She doesn't like painting, okay?

Han fei'er bent down, took out all the crayons inside, installed them in a small plastic frame, pushed the door up, took some paper down in the back, taught Niuniu that Niuniu loves face. Anyway, it's a gift, or brought it back.

After going back, I showed off first, and then went to the house to draw. In fact, everyone has one, but people don't like showing off so much.

Niuniu lay on the table and drew what she liked with crayons. Her grandparents, parents, aunts, uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters painted all day. She went to bed at night and held the brush.

Xu Rongrong also said, "don't you like it? Are you tired of painting like this?"

Thinking of painting, Xu Rongrong looked back at the other room. He didn't know what the other two were doing or whether they were painting.

Xu Rongrong got up and took a look. The door opened. The two children were asleep. There was a picture on the table. There were many people in the picture, but there were no their parents.