Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

The real Christmas is the day that fathers and children spend together.

Tony stood in the home theater, contemplating a large packing box.

Standing next to him was a short figure, like an adult, rubbing his chin in thought.

Daisy thought about it, but she didn't think about it. She looked up and asked her omnipotent old father: "Can we fix it, Dad?"

What was contained in the big box was not a Christmas gift from any relative or friend, but a children's tent that Tony bought for Daisy.

Two days ago, Tony took the time to go to the Avengers base and re-examined the list of weapons inside.

There was nothing important to do, so I brought my daughter with me.

"This is Dad's company." Daisy said.

Looking out of the car window, she felt that the base was bigger than Tony's original company, and there were drones flying above it, like a bird in armor.

"It's not a company." Tony said, "It's a common base for everyone."

"Where are everyone?" Tuanzi was curious.

The parents thought for a while and said, "They all work outside and don't come back often."

"What is a base?" Tuanzi continued to ask.

"It's a good place." The old father said.

The equipment and weapons of the Avengers are all available in the base. There is a bar, a restaurant, and a movie theater. There is nothing to do in your spare time. You can have a party and relax here, and there are rooms to live in. It really is a good place.

But after the new base was built, Tony didn’t come here often. He came over occasionally for something, such as a press conference. At other times, Happy or other assistants took care of it.

Daisy and her father wandered around the Avengers base for a long time, saw Hawkeye's bow and arrow, Thor's belt, and Dad's reactor, and had a delicious meal in the base's restaurant, and her affection for this place increased dramatically.

After returning home, she said that she also wanted a good place of her own.

"Can I have it?" Daisy asked.

"There's nothing wrong with it." Tony readily agreed to her request, but there was a prerequisite, "Build it with your own hands."

According to the idea of ​​the old father, it was to build a tree house on a big tree outside, but it was snowing recently and it was difficult to start construction, so he decided to build a tent at home.

The place to set up the tent was chosen by Daisy herself. Of course, the kitchen is the best place, but putting a tent will hinder Wendy’s work. The little yellow man’s territory is too noisy, so if it’s placed in the living room, it’s not considered privacy. After much deliberation, Tuanzi chose the cinema at home.

She didn't expect to need so many materials to build a tent, and she had to use many tools in the toolbox. She was buried in a big box and searched for a long time. Holding two long sticks, she looked for help from her old father in confusion.

"I need you to help me, Daddy?" Daisy asked.

There are so many difficulties, but as long as there is a father, she will not be afraid of anything.

"I can help you." It is difficult for anyone to say no when they hear the trembling and soft words for help. Tony did not intend to refuse. After thinking about the box and reading the instructions, he found that the assembly steps were easier than imagined, so he took it With a cup of tea, I sat on the sofa and watched my daughter worrying, "You try it first, and I will read the instructions to you."

The instruction manual is the most trustworthy existence in the world besides dad. It is rigorous, concise, and always correct, which makes people feel very safe.

Daisy has grown to such a big size, and now she is really powerful. She is carrying the stick—actually, the support shaft of the tent. It is placed in an open place. Two small hands struggle to pull up the tent cloth, and turn to look at the tent door. Where exactly.

The tent cloth is so big!It was as big as a piece of sky cut off by my father quietly flying high.

The tent cloth is so long!A scarf that looks like a giraffe.

Daisy is strong enough, but unfortunately her palms are not big enough, her arms are not long enough, she pulls the tent cloth around, and pulls on the lamp when she doesn't pay attention to the room - the big cloth encloses her.

"Dad!" The toddler wrapped in the cloth struggled inside, "Dad, can you help me?"

The old father smiled slightly, got up and opened the tent cloth for her.

It feels so good to breathe fresh air.

I am in a hurry to do things myself, and unity and cooperation can get twice the result with half the effort.

In the end it was Tony and Daisy who set up the tent together.The tent cloth looks huge, but the round bulge is very small.

Daisy said happily: "This is my base."

She brought new pillows and quilts from another room, put them in the tent, and put her favorite Pony in it.

It took half a day to set up the tent, and another half day to set up the tent. This year's Christmas was very fulfilling, and not a second was wasted.

The base arranged by Daisy is warm and comfortable. Not only can she sleep, but she can also read with a flashlight. She also secretly hides two packs of snacks, and there is a safe where she can put her own piggy jar.

"Can I see it?" Tony asked.

Daisy nodded and waved her hand again: "Father, listen to me."

She took a breath and continued: "You need my permission to go in, okay?"

With her father's nod of agreement, she didn't invite the adults to visit the tent for a moment. She heard Wendy talking about eating Christmas cake at the entrance of the movie theater, crawled out of it, and carefully closed the tent door before running to the dining room.

The palm-sized cake embryo is coated with thick and white cream, decorated with big strawberries, and a Santa Claus is made with fondant in the middle, which is beautiful and delicious.

One cake per person, none for Tony.

The old father already ate a lot of sweets today. He didn't stop eating a big ice cream ball in the morning, and was discovered by his daughter. Right now, he could only watch Daisy and Wendy eat cake without desire.

The cake was so beautiful that Daisy was a little bit reluctant to eat it.

She looked at her father again: "Do you really want to eat, Dad?"

Tony looked away, with a straight face: "I didn't think much about it."

That's what I want to eat.

Probably because she couldn't bear to eat and broadcast cruelly in front of the greedy parents, Daisy took the cake and put it in the refrigerator to freeze.

"I don't want to eat it now," she said.

Also strange considerate.

Played all afternoon again, on Christmas Eve this year, before dinner, Tony wanted to give his daughter a Christmas present.

Last year's gift was a painting he drew himself, but today it cost money. When Daisy was led to the door, he heard the little "wow", ran over with his short legs, and put the painting on the lawn. Hugged the big gift box on it.

"It's a gift from my father!" Daisy said happily.

She pulled out the ribbon, opened the lid of the gift box, and was even more surprised to find that there were some little sticks inside that she had never seen before.

"What is this?" Tuanzi asked.

Then she saw her father take out a lighter from his pocket, light a cluster of flames in the night with a "snap", pick up a small stick, and light twinkling stars on the fire.

It's not stars, it's fireworks, it's fairy wands.

Tony gave Daisy a box of fireworks for Christmas.

Daisy has seen fireworks on TV, it is a big one that explodes in the night sky, and there are many colors, but she has never seen such a small one, let alone lit it by herself.

Because fire is a very dangerous thing, just like electricity, children are not allowed to move casually, and they will be injured if they are not careful.

Safety education is what Tony has to do with his daughter from time to time, and there are many eyes watching at home. Daisy has no chance to play with fire at home. Occasionally, when Wendy is cooking, she looks at the gentle fire on the stove and does not reach out. touch.

"It's fireworks." Tuanzi moved closer to his father curiously, took a closer look at the burning fairy stick, and puffed out his cheeks, "Are the fireworks hot?"

"Of course it won't be hot if you don't touch it with your hands." Tony said.

A big water basin was placed on the lawn, and when the fairy sticks burned out, he would throw the sticks in it so that the lawn would not be polluted.

Daisy wants one too.

She got used to blowing out candles while eating cakes, and when she saw the smoky and sparkling light, she couldn't help puffing her cheeks and blowing on them, and gradually she stopped blowing, and she was fascinated by watching the fireworks.

so beautiful.So short.

It is amazing that human hands can always create such miraculous things.

"Dad." Daisy said softly, "Thank you for giving me the good things."

Tony was looking down at his daughter setting off fireworks, and when he heard this sentence, he replied, "Then you have to know how to cherish it."

Daisy cherishes the happiness brought by this gift very much, and is more willing to share the happiness. She shared the remaining fireworks with Wendy and the minions, one for each, and did not forget to give one to her father, and finally it was in her hands. There is only one left.

One is also good.

Back home after setting off the fireworks, Daisy was not in a hurry to unwrap the pile of presents under the Christmas tree. She took Tony's hand and took her father to her secret base.

The flashlight was on in the small tent, Tuanzi Hula opened the door, got in, turned around and popped up: "Please come in, Dad."

The children's tent was too big for Daisy, and it might be a bit difficult to fit in the old father's model.

So Tony leaned half his body in, with his head inside and his feet outside.

Daisy also has presents for her father.

"Father, you have to close your eyes." The little hand came to touch Tony's eyelids, and seeing that the adults closed their eyes in cooperation, Tuanzi turned her safe safely, opened the door, and brought out a plate.

When Tony opened his eyes, he saw a snow-white Santa Claus cake in front of him, which was the one Wendy made for Daisy today.

When he opened the refrigerator in the afternoon, he found that the cake was missing. He thought that Daisy had eaten it, and he didn't want to be locked in the base with such a treasure.

"This is the best thing I have today," Daisy said. "I give it to you. Happy holidays, Dad."

It would be a lie to say that you are not moved.

Tony clearly saw his daughter quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva when she said this, looking very greedy, with no expression on her face, nodded and said: "I like it very much, thank you."

He pulled the plate over to prepare everything to be cut in half to share with Daisy, but he didn't expect the cake to turn around and see the hole where the bite had left it.

Daisy was a little embarrassed, touched her belly, and said softly: "Dad, it's because I'm a little hungry."

Tony snickered.