Chapter 850 Big Hand Holding Little Hand (22)

The moon rises above the mulberry branches, and the day gradually comes to an end. Pujiang City is abuzz with lights and feasting. In the Little Red Horse Academy, all kinds of children arrive one after another. The lights are turned on and the chirping sounds are heard.

Zhang Tan bought a lot of snacks and fruits and distributed them to the children to make them happy.

The unlucky Liliu did not come tonight because she thought she had worked too hard during the day and needed to rest tonight. Her mother invited her to a restaurant for dinner, which made her happy.

Dudu felt sorry for her and called her specifically to ask why she didn't come. She said that Boss Zhang bought so many delicious foods that she couldn't finish them all.

"..." Liuliu almost broke out in a riot at home.

After Xiaobai ran around in the classroom and helped distribute snacks, he led his girlfriends to the conservatory at home again, where they sat in the living room eating snacks, watching TV, and chatting.

Zhang Tan was responsible for serving tea and water to them and the bears. After serving them, the children left one after another at half past eight.

"Bye bye, Boss Zhang~~~"

"Bye~~I will come again."

"Bye~~"

…

Zhang Tan stood at the door and sent them downstairs. It wasn't until the last little Zheng Zheng left that he returned home and found Xiao Bai sitting on the sofa, motionless, still watching the cartoon "The Windmill and the Fake Car" with gusto. experienced".

Zhang Tan: "Xiaobai, why don't you go to the classroom and play with everyone?"

Xiaobai pointed at the TV and laughed loudly and said: "The windmill is so funny~~~"

Zhang Tan sat next to her and watched together, and the two laughed.

The TV in this new home is 75 inches, occupying almost half of the wall. Compared with the 40-inch TV before renovation, it is completely different.

This is specially prepared for Xiaobai. She likes to watch TV and she can usually invite her girlfriends to join her, just like today.

Zhang Tan watched with Xiaobai for a while, then got up and went to the study room to prepare for some work.

The study room is also brand new. There was no study room before. The bedroom and study room were combined. Now it is a separate room, 25 square meters, which is large enough.

As soon as he sat down, Xiaobai appeared at the door.

"What's wrong?"

Xiaobai looked at the study room with his little head raised and asked if this was a place for reading.

"Yes, this is where you and I will read from now on. You can draw here. Look here..."

Zhang Tan pointed out one of the walls to Xiaobai and said that it was specially reserved for her to draw.

Doesn’t Xiaobai like to scribble on the wall? When she and Bai Jianping lived in a building before, she often painted all kinds of strange things on the walls, and even painted on Malanhua's face while she was sleeping.

"Hey, well, what do you do if it gets dirty?" Xiaobai asked excitedly.

Zhang Tan picked up a paintbrush, drew a big head on the snow-white wall, and said, "This is for painting. If it gets dirty, it gets dirty. It doesn't matter. Just whitewash it and it will be new. Look at me." How's the painting?"

"It's a skull, it's so weird and angry."

"Hahaha~~~" Zhang Tan laughed, handed the brush to Xiaobai, and asked her to paint.

Xiaobai immediately drew a little man.

Zhang Tan praised her for her good painting and said, "What should I do with my big head? Do you have any way to remedy it?"

"Let me think about it."

Xiaobai drew a body, hands and feet for the big head, and the big head turned into an adult. The big hand held the small hand of the little person she drew. As if in the blink of an eye, a pair of big hands holding small hands appeared on the blank wall. , the more Zhang Tan looked at it, the more beautiful it became. He lowered his head to look at Xiaobai, who secretly smiled, obviously he also thought it was very good.

Xiaobai sat on the chair in front of the small desk, which was just right. Zhang Tan had prepared it for her. Next to her is Zhang Tan's own big desk and executive chair.

"How do you feel?" Zhang Tan asked.

Little White raised a small face, slapped his hand on the desk, and said seriously: "Ma Lanhua! Why don't you bloom? Hurry up and bloom!!!"

After saying that, I laughed out loud, overjoyed.

Zhang Tan smiled and said, "You're sweating today. You need to take a shower. How about taking a shower now?"

Xiaobai climbed off the chair, came to the bathroom, and asked Zhang Tan how to use it.

Zhang Tan taught her, and she curiously stood under the showerhead, picked up a small towel, and pretended to take a bath. She rubbed her back and washed her hair, twerking and wiggling her buttocks, laughing.

This is simulating a bath.

Zhang Tan smiled and said, "Do you want to wash now? There is hot water."

Xiaobai ran to the kitchen. Everything in it was brand new and had not been used yet. She was like the leader of a reviewing army, walking around in the kitchen, looking at this, touching that, standing in front of the stove in a small way, but pretending to be cooking, saying that she was going to make mustard rice for Boss Zhang. , I also have to make fish and serve it to my grandma, hohoho~~~

The child walked around the house and simulated various utensils. After having enough fun, he ran to find his grandma to give Zhang Tan a rub and a bath, without giving Zhang Tan any chance.

Zhang Tan returned to the study to check out the serialization of "Zhu Xian". It had been interrupted for another five days. He was wondering whether to find a gunman, otherwise this good book might really be buried by him.

“It’s been 5 days since I updated, and it looks like I won’t be writing anymore. The new author is really unreliable.”

"Don't look at it anymore. If you look at me, I'm a dog."

"Didn't the author save a little bit of manuscript before publishing the book? It only took a few days to write and it stopped."

"It's a good beginning, why don't I write it down?"

…

The messages are mostly like this. Fortunately, there are no ads anymore. Maybe those who post ads know that it is useless to come here. There is no popularity at all. It is a waste of time, so they don't come anymore.

Zhang Tan selects messages to reply and promises to update continuously. It's just that his work and rest time is irregular, so he can't guarantee daily updates.

After replying, he intermittently cheered up and wrote furiously. I don't know how long it has been. Xiaobai, who had just taken a shower, stood by the door. His hair was washed and loose. His little body was in a blue pajamas, and the hem of the pajamas hung to his ankles.

"Huh? Finished?" Zhang Tan asked.

Xiaobai nodded and asked, "Will you watch TV with me?"

The TV in the living room was on all the time. The voice came from the fake veteran who was trying to kill himself and provoking Fengcheche.

Zhang Tan was stunned. Children would not ask this question before.

He immediately closed the laptop, stood up and said, "Let's go watch TV."

"Are you busy with work?" Xiaobai asked again.

Zhang Tan said, "Don't be busy yet, let's go watch TV."

Xiao Bai smiled and said with her little face up, "What do you like to watch? I'll find it for you."

"Windmill and Fake Sophistication are very funny, let's watch this."

"Wow, I'm just wondering."

"Let me blow your hair first."

Zhang Tan asked Xiao Bai to sit on the sofa. He looked for a hair dryer everywhere, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and finally found it in a box. He plugged in the power supply, turned on the switch, and it made a buzzing sound.

He stood behind Xiao Bai, holding the hair dryer in one hand and styling her hair with the other hand.

Zhang Tan concentrated on blowing Xiao Bai's hair, while Xiao Bai stared at the TV with her big eyes, laughing and having fun.

...

Time passed unknowingly, and the Little Red Horse Academy became quiet at some point. The lights in the yard were half off and half on, and parents came one after another to pick up the children.

Xiao Bai went to Grandma Jiang to sleep, but was driven back.

Zhang Tan suppressed his laughter and said, "I told you, grandma asked you to sleep here, don't disturb her."

Xiao Bai muttered, looking unhappy, holding a pillow, quilt and doll through the living room, returned to his bedroom, put all his belongings on the bed, climbed into bed, and slept on his own!

The little girl helped move today, and fell asleep not long after lying on the bed. Zhang Tan covered her with a quilt, turned off the lights and closed the door, and quietly left.

He went downstairs and looked around the school first. The lights in the classroom on the first floor had been turned off, and there were still a few children sleeping in the dormitory on the second floor, waiting for their parents to pick them up.

Several of them were familiar to him, Luo Zikang, Shi Baobao and Xiaojun.

Luo Zikang and Shi Baobao fell asleep, and Xiaojun also fell asleep, but his sleep was very light. He woke up when he heard a little noise, propped himself up, looked at the door, and saw that it was not the person he expected, so he fell down disappointedly and did not move for a long time.

Zhang Tan returned home and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, the moon was hanging in the sky, and the moonlight flowed in quietly from the windowsill like water.

Xiaobai woke up, and she was a little unfamiliar with the environment.

She sat on the bed for a long time, and then gradually remembered where she was.

The chickens were calling, Xiaobai climbed out of bed, went out barefoot, wandered around in the living room, went straight into the kitchen, stood in front of the iron pot, and said that she would make Mangmang for everyone to eat.

After leaving the kitchen, she wandered to the study, stood in front of the wall, and saw the big hand holding the small hand that she had just drawn at night by the moonlight, and was stunned.

The moonlight was like water, reflecting her reflection on the wall, overlapping with the little man who was holding the little hand.

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