Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

In the painting class of the kindergarten, Daisy was the most attentive, lying on the table and painting a large picture with crayons.

Missy finished her abstract painting early, and she had nothing to do. She leaned her head over to look at what Daisy drew, and after seeing what Daisy drew, she let out a surprised "Hey" and pointed to the woman in the golden dress who was about to pass out of the drawing paper. , asked: "Who is this?"

"It's my mother." Daisy said.

It's rare for Soul Gem to come this time, but it's leaving so soon. Frankly speaking, Tuanzi still feels a little bit reluctant to go all the way to kindergarten.

I don't know when we will meet next time, maybe when Daisy grows a few centimeters taller, or maybe when Daisy goes to elementary school.

What kind of mother-daughter relationship is this.

Little Daisy forgot to take a photo with her mother, so she drew a picture carefully, waiting to take it home and stick it on the wall of the toy room, so that she can see it every day.

Missy was surprised: "Is this your mother?"

Daisy's mother never showed up, and her father Tony picked her up every day to and from school. Missy thought Daisy didn't have a mother.

It seemed a bit hurtful to say such words, so Missy never said it to Daisy.

"Yes." Daisy was very proud, stroked the drawing paper, felt that the character's eyes were not big enough, so she made them bigger.

If you grow older, you will become an alien.

"What kind of person is your mother?" Missy asked again.

Daisy spent a lot of gold and orange crayons on drawing her mother. After drawing her hair, the gold crayons were bald, so she took Missy's and said while drawing: "My mother is very tall! She always shines and will be very bright." Great work, took out the blue soul of the bird, but put it back in the end."

Missy had a strange expression when she heard it—anyone would have a strange expression when she heard it, and finally shrugged: "You think well."

Sheldon actually didn't participate in the conversation between the two of them today.

It is unscientific as Daisy is saying now, what is shining, take out the soul, normally, the little boy would have poked his head to object a long time ago.

Curious, Missy turned to her brother.

When I looked for it, I found that Sheldon was sitting with three little boys, as if talking about something.

It is raining red in the sky, and Sheldon will whisper to others, and he is still an unfamiliar kindergarten classmate.

The little boy was obsessed with cleanliness, and usually refused to get too close to people. Today was unusual, and Missy became very interested.

Missy poked Daisy on the shoulder.

Tuanzi turned to look at her: "What can you do, Missy?"

"Look at Sheldon." Missy said.

The two younger ones went over together to see what Sheldon was talking about.

Shelton had a generous expression on his face, he was holding his breath in the encirclement, his face was flushed red, and he just forbeared not to move.

"What are you doing, Sheldon?" Daisy asked.

Shelton turned to look at her, and finally spoke, still with something stuck in his throat: "They're telling horror stories."

Tuanzi had never heard of horror stories, so he pricked up his ears.

"Is this what you like?" she asked Sheldon.

"I don't like it very much." Sheldon shook his head violently, "But I can't help it."

He couldn't understand why these people came to him to tell horror stories, but the other party had a clear grasp of his weakness and threatened to grab his clothes with muddy hands if he didn't finish listening.

Sheldon caved.

While protecting his clothes, he tried to restrain his desire to complain aloud, and just listened to the so-called horror stories of "there is a monster under the bed" for a long time.

If you sleep on a solid bed, does the monster have to drill a hole with a hammer to scare it?Isn't the cost high?

Sheldon couldn't listen to the story, but Missy, who came from behind, listened with gusto and gradually got into the scene. Hearing the monster's grinning grin from under the bed, it had not only scarlet eyes but also terrifying fangs, and couldn't help screaming With a sound, Daisy was hugged.

"It's dark under the bed, how can you still see the scarlet eyes?" Sheldon finally couldn't bear it and said something.

Immediately, several trembling children, including his sister, turned their heads, showing fierce eyes that were more terrifying than the monsters in the story.

Daisy is also listening to the story.

With a curious curiosity, she was exploring the results of the monster running from under the bed to scare people.

"The result is that people are eaten!" Missy groaned.

Daisy stood there, looking very calm.

"Aren't you scared?" Sheldon asked her.

Tuanzi shook his head: "I'm not afraid."

"Why?" Missy was still trembling in her imagination, and when she heard Daisy's words, she hurried over to ask.

"The monster hides under the bed, and he can't scare me when I'm asleep," Daisy said. "If he escapes, my father will protect me."

"Your father didn't have time to protect you," Missy said.

Daisy opened her eyes wide: "Actually, Missy."

She said seriously: "The monster is hiding in my house, and Jarvis will tell Dad and me soon."

Sheldon's courage comes from science, knowing that there are no such monsters in the world, while Daisy's courage mainly comes from too much sense of security, which makes horror storytellers very unachievable.

But in fact, if the children said that it was a bat that ran out from under the bed, Daisy might be a little scared.

On the way home from school in the afternoon, Tuanzi shared the stories she heard in kindergarten with her father.

"It's a horror story," Daisy said. "If you're afraid, Dad, if you tell me, I won't tell it, okay?"

The old father was lazily admiring the scenery outside the car window.

Hearing that he was going to tell a horror story, Tony became a little interested, and turned to look at his daughter: "Tell me."

Daisy then told her father the story of the monster under the bed, vividly, and imitated the children who told the story.

"The monster has red eyes and long teeth and is going to run out from under the bed," said Daisy, looking at her father as she spoke. "Are you scared?"

"Why should I be afraid of rabbits?" Tony asked back.

Tuanzi was a little confused: "What rabbit?"

Tony called up the holographic projection screen, and drew a monster for the child based on the story. It has red eyes and teeth, but it is not a rabbit.

Horror stories then lose even the last bit of dignity.

Daisy is not afraid of horror stories, but she is also afraid of bats.

Her father is not afraid of horror stories, nor is he afraid of bats, as if he has the most courage in the world, and he has never seen him with a scared expression.

"Daddy is not afraid of anything." Daisy said, shaking her little feet.

"Who said that?" Tony glanced at her, turned away the projector and said, "There are things that people are afraid of, unless they have an artificial amygdala in their heads like a phantom."

Daisy was very surprised: "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid too much." The old father said.

He gave one example: "For example, you didn't go to bed at the agreed time tonight."

What Dad is afraid of is really common, but he has courage in the face of danger. No wonder he is often willing to fly out to beat bad people.

Daisy was worried that her father would hit someone bad.

Hearing what Tony said, Tuanzi patted his chest and promised to go to bed on time tonight.

Parents seem to have found the right use for this trick. When Daisy came home and ran into the kitchen to rummage through the boxes and bring out a bucket of biscuits, Tony sat by and watched.

The old father didn't have a share of biscuits, and he had already drank a can of Feizhai Happy Water this morning.

Daisy took out a packet of biscuits, happily tore open the bag, and took a bite.

Fragrant, crunchy, sweet and delicious.

"You know what." Tony said slowly, "I have one thing I'm afraid of right now."

"What is it, Daddy?" Daisy asked quickly.

"I'm afraid no one will give me a cookie," Tony said.

On the lenses of the plain glasses, light flashed past.

Daisy followed her father's eyes and looked at the biscuit barrel in her arms.

She could understand the pain of not having biscuits, so she also understood the old father's fear. She got up and gave him a warm hug, and took out a pack of biscuits: "It's okay, don't be afraid."

"Thank you." Tony held out his hand.

Unexpectedly, the little hand that was handing the biscuit stretched halfway and then retracted, as if seeing through the adult's trick.

Duanzi put the biscuits in his pocket: "I will definitely give you biscuits, okay? I will give them to you tomorrow morning."

"I want it now," Tony said.

This request failed to get her daughter's consent, Daisy picked up the biscuit bucket and said, "No way, Dad, be brave!"

She ran off snorting with the cracker bucket.

The old father was sitting on the sofa, watching his daughter's short back who was struggling to escape, and finally raised his hand to caress his face, and let out a chuckle.

Today seems to be much hotter than usual, Tony stood up and went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water before he came back from the outside.

After a short clatter, he raised his hand and turned off the faucet.

The mirror in the bathroom is very clean, clearly reflecting the appearance of people under the light.

Tony brushed his hair, and saw two strands of white mixed in the soft waves brushed between his fingers.

He was indeed afraid a little too much.

The time is too short, the dangers are too many, and the road to go is too long.

Tony put his hand on the mirror.The mirror was wet and quickly blurred the image.

The old father had just walked out of the bathroom when he heard noises in the corridor, the front was not very peaceful.

He wanted to go over and take a look, but just as he stepped forward, he saw a fast-running banana capsule in his field of vision, kicking his legs hard and escaping this way.

Look at the height, look at the two sparse hairs on the top of the head, look at the eyeballs under the goggles that are about to pop out of their sockets, and the hand that still doesn't forget to hold the banana while running away, whoever it is if it's not Bob.

"Dad!" With tears in his eyes, Bob ran to him and hugged his thigh, "It's terrible!"

"What's so scary?" Tony pulled the pendant on his leg, as if pulling super glue, but he couldn't pull it off.

Bob shivered and pointed to the back: "Daisy is telling a story."

Not far behind him, Tuanzi poked his head out and looked around suspiciously.

Daisy was not afraid of the monster under the bed, nor was Tony. They told Bob about it, but Bob was so frightened that he didn't even want to eat the banana.

"Red eyes! Teeth!" Bob ran away, "Aww!"

When going to bed tonight, Bob stuffed the bottom of the bed with a quilt. Daisy apologized for scaring her friend by telling stories, and lent her My Little Pony to Bob to sleep with.

"Do you want a tuck too?" Tony asked.

There is a lot of space under Daisy's bed.

"No, Dad." Tuanzi shook his head in bed.

She kept her promise tonight, drank milk and ran up to bed at the agreed time, and fell asleep quickly without reading the storybook.

The night deepened.

Daisy rolled over under the covers.

She was sleeping soundly, and she didn't hear the soft whispers coming from under the bed, the source of the sound came from nowhere, and she muttered something that the child couldn't understand.

"The latest product! Anti-scanner!" A voice said, "Use it."

"Why did the door open under the bed this time? It's so dark." Another rough voice said.

"Don't worry about it, get out quickly."

Then there was a sound of kicking feet.

A huge, fluffy creature was kicked out from under Daisy's bed.

It is a long hairy monster with sharp horns, long and thick fur, sharp teeth, and sharp claws, but it doesn't have red eyes like the horror stories.

On the contrary, his eyes are quite bright.

"Are you ready?" There was a voice under the bed, "Scare her!"

The hairy monster approached the sleeping baby on the bed and took a closer look.

He gradually opened his eyes, and quickly ran back under the bed with a "chuss", and tried to lower his voice in the dark: "It's the wrong way, it's not this family."

Immediately, a one-eyed, slender-legged little monster rolled out from under the bed. It was also different from the horror stories. If you took a closer look, you would find that it was not only not scary, but also a little cute.

His eyes are so big, one is bigger than two minions.

The one-eyed little monster took a good look at Daisy, was startled, and hurried back under the bed.

"What's going on? I took the wrong door."

"There's no door! It's a machine malfunction."

"Why didn't you tell me about the fault earlier???"

"How do I know the fault!"

After a tense and heated debate, there was a rustling under the bed, as if fighting, or making some unknown little movements, and finally the door closed with a bang.

Daisy opened her eyes.

She was dreaming, as if she heard some amazing movements through the wall between reality and illusion, she woke up with a jerk.

However, the big dazed eyes took a look in the room by the moonlight, but saw nothing.

It's so quiet all around.

Tuanzi rubbed her eyes and yawned, the donut beckoned in her head, and she went back to sleep.

This night, I had a good dream.