My dad's life

"Grandpa." When school was over, the little guy saw that it was Grandpa who came to pick her up from school, and was inevitably disappointed.

"Why, grandpa came to pick you up, are you unhappy?" Father Fang asked with a smile.

In fact, he was sad to die, of course he would not blame his granddaughter, everything was Fangyuan's fault.

"Yeah~." The little guy shook his head.

Although grandpa came to pick her up, she still wanted her father to pick her up from school.

"It's hot, grandpa brought your little water bottle, let's take a drink." Father Fang passed the water bottle in his hand.

The little guy heard the words, took the small kettle, and took a few big mouthfuls.

"Drink slowly, be careful of choking." Father Fang knelt down and wiped her back.

When Fang Yuan was a child, why didn't he think he was cute? Now that his granddaughter even drinks water, it makes people feel cute, probably because Fang Yuan is ugly?Father Fang thought.

"Look, Grandpa brought your small camera." When the little guy finished drinking, Father Fang couldn't wait to bring the camera in his hand.

"Thank you grandpa." The little guy happily took it over.

Then, facing his eyes, he snapped a picture of Grandpa.

"Xinxin, let's go, let's go home together." Ai Cai and Yaoyao greeted her.

"You go back first, I want to take pictures." The little guy said, raising the camera and taking a picture of Ai Cai and Yaoyao who were holding hands.

"Then we will go back first, and we will come out to play together at night." Ai Cai did not force her, and bowed her hand.

Watching Ai Cai and Yaoyao leave, the little guy then asked the other's father: "Grandpa, can we go back after playing for a while? I want to take a picture of the flowers."

Father Fang thought that you had already decided just now, and asked me what to do. If Fangyuan had been, he would have choked him.

But the granddaughter asked, naturally it was different, and nodded with a smile.

"Don't shoot under the sun, let's go under the shade of the tree." Father Fang took the little guy's hand and walked to the shade of the tree on the side of the road.

There are lush trees on both sides of the road in the community. Although the sun is like a fire, there is still a hint of coolness in the shade.

In particular, the sunlight shining from the cracks in the trees formed a little spot of light on the road, and the breeze passed over the leaves, making the spots on the ground shimmer like water waves, and everything was like a dream.

The little guy held a small camera, opened one eye and closed another.

Take a leaf in a while.

For a while, shoot the little ants on the ground.

I will shoot the white clouds in the sky for a while.

Mosquitoes flying in the sky for a while.

...

The world is so beautiful.

Suddenly, she found that an old grandfather was also holding a camera, protruding his buttocks and lying on the ground to take a picture of a yellow flower.

So the little guy raised the small camera and took a picture of the grandfather with a "click".

Then Blingbling ran over, "Grandpa, are you taking pictures too?"

The little guy ran over, knelt down and asked curiously.

The old man who was taking the picture had silver hair, but looked vigorous, and he focused on patted a lone yellow flower in the crack of the cement road.

He heard the sound, raised his head and saw that it was a little girl, so he smiled and said, "So it's Xinxin."

"Huh, do you know me?" The little guy was a little confused.

"Lao Zhuang, do you also like to do photography?" At this time, Father Fang came up from behind.

It turned out that this old man was called Zhuang Chenghe, one of Fang's father's chess friends.

"It's okay, just pat and play?" Lao Zhuang stood up and said.

Father Fang looked at the long cannon-like lens in his hand, which was also called patting.

"It's Lao Fang, will you pick up your granddaughter from school?"

At this time, an old grandma came from the side with a water bottle and sweat towel in her hand. She was Zhuang Chenghe's lover.

"Yes, just after school, Xinxin, called grandpa and grandma." Fang's father heard the words and hurriedly said to the curious little guy standing next to him.

"Grandpa and grandma are good." The little guy said obediently.

However, he looked at the SLR on Zhuang Chenghe's chest, then looked down at the small camera on his neck, thinking in his heart, why is Grandpa's camera so big and hers so small?

Isn’t it the grandpa’s big camera? The photos taken are bigger.

"It's so cute, do you like photography too?" Lao Zhuang's lover asked with a smile.

The little guy shook his head, "I like taking pictures."

Everyone laughed.

"You two have a very good relationship. Lao Zhuang came out to take pictures, and you helped him carry water." Father Fang said with a smile.

"Nothing, I'm afraid that this old thing is getting hot and needs my care, and it is not me who suffers." Lao Zhuang's lover immediately denied it.

"Who rarely takes care of you?" Lao Zhuang murmured dissatisfiedly, then raised his camera and pointed it at a leaf on the treetop.

"This old guy is daydreaming every day. Recently, "Popular Photography" held a photography contest. He was like a devil and came out to pat and pat when he was free." Lao Zhuang's lover dissatisfied.

"It's good, it's a little personal hobby, it's not boring." Fang's father said with a smile.

He was not polite, and he was really envious.

"What a good thing!" Lao Zhuang's lover said so, but his face was full of smiles.

She looked at her husband with her eyes focused on the surrounding scenery, and her eyes with her wife, everything was fine.

"Well, in this case, we won't bother." Father Fang took the little guy farewell and continued her photo trip.

In the evening Fang Yuan and Lan Caiyi returned from get off work together, and the little guy ignored him again, as if he hadn't seen them.

Fangyuan was also embarrassed. He was already busy in the morning, but in the afternoon, Jin Yao found him because a lot of new employees had recently arrived. After getting familiar with Fanglan's engine, they had a lot of new ideas and suggestions.

So I compiled a document and gave it to Fangyuan, hoping that he could expand and optimize the blue engine of the other party. With this, there was no time to pick up the little guy from school in the afternoon.

Seeing that the little guy ignored him, Fang Yuan sighed deliberately, sitting on the sofa with a pitiful appearance and not speaking.

After a while, the little guy deliberately walked around in front of his eyes.

After going back and forth several times, it seemed that my father hadn't noticed her, so the little guy was a little anxious. He deliberately raised it up and remembered, "Kacha" took a photo of Fangyuan.

"What are you doing?" Fang Yuan asked with a deliberate smile, pretending to be puzzled.

"I photographed the big bad guy." The little guy held his chest out, trying to make himself a little more powerful.

"Really? Can you show Dad what the big bad guy looks like?" Fang Yuan asked deliberately.

"Hmph, okay, I'll let you see it." The little guy heard the words and tried to suppress his surprise, pretending to be reluctant.

"Ah, this big villain is handsome." Fang Yuan looked at the photo of himself sitting on the sofa, deliberately exaggerating and authentic.

"That's also a handsome villain." The little guy leaned in, still sulking.

"Okay, don't be angry, dad play with you, okay?" Fang Yuan hugged the little man's shoulder and coaxed.

"It's not good, I'm a good boy, I don't play with big bad guys." The little guy has a proud look.

"Well, such a smart and kind little cutie, can you play with me, this poor and handsome villain?" Fang Yuan thought for a while.

"All right then." The little guy pretended to be reluctant.

But the smile on his face is about to crack behind his ears.

So the little guy showed his father the photos she took today with great interest.

When he saw the photo of Lao Zhuang, the little guy said: "Dad, I also want to participate in the competition."

"Game? What game?" Fang Yuan asked in confusion.

"She was talking about a photo contest, right?" Father Fang next to him heard it and replied casually.

Fang Yuan heard the words and took out his mobile phone to check it. Sure enough, there was a photography competition for popular photography, and the event was almost over. There was a submission mailbox below.

"That's okay, let's go pick a few nice photos and send them together, okay?" Fang Yuan picked up the little guy and walked to the study.

"Good." The little guy replied excitedly.

The photos she took are the best, she will definitely win the championship, the little guy thought with great interest.