My dad's life

Fang Yuan heard someone calling him, turned his head and looked, it turned out to be Fang's father's chess friend Zhuang Chenghe, and his lover Yang Chunhong.

"Uncle Zhuang and Aunt Yang, come out so early to exercise." Fang Yuan greeted him quickly.

"When a person is old, there will be less sleepiness, and I can't sleep even if I want to sleep." Yang Chunhong said.

"Xinxin, say hello to grandparents." Fang Yuan said to the little guy on his back.

"Good Grandpa Camera, Grandma Camera." The little guy greeted him waving the little leaves.

"What camera grandpa, camera grandma?" Fang Yuan looked puzzled when he heard the words.

Yang Chunhong laughed at the words, and then said: "Congratulations, little baby, you won the third place in the Best Character Award."

"Best Character Award?"

Fang Yuan was a little puzzled when he heard the words, and then he remembered that before going to Quancheng, the little guy had submitted a photo contest.

"Xinxin really won the prize?" But Fang Yuan felt a little unbelievable that the little guy could win the prize.

The little guy is like a joke, can you win the prize with the photos you take?Is it the little guy who really took the photo?Still the level of this photography competition is too low.

"Of course it is true. It has been published on the Internet and will be published in the next issue of the photography magazine. Don't you know?"

Fang Yuan shook his head, "I haven't checked my mailbox these days. I'll check it back. If I really win, I should have a reply."

"You can't be wrong. Fang Xin, the winner, is 3 years old. The award-winning work'Grandpa Taking Pictures' is the old man in my family. I was there when Xinxin was shooting that day, so I can't make a mistake. "Yang Chunhong explained with a smile.

The little guy on Dad's back understood. It turned out that she won the third place in the photo competition.

"Why? Are you unhappy after winning the prize?" Yang Chunhong asked when the little guy looked uninterested.

"Why isn't it the first place?" The little guy pouted, dissatisfied.

"The third place is already very good. Among tens of thousands of people, you are third, and you are still the smallest winner, which is very, very powerful." Yang Chunhong gave her a thumbs up.

"It turns out I'm so good." The little guy was happy now, the smile on his face seemed like a flower.

"Grandpa Camera, what award have you won?"

According to the little guy's idea, her three-year-old child can get third place, and the grandfather will definitely be even more powerful.

"Uh..." Zhuang Chenghe's face flushed.

Then, without answering the little guy’s words, he turned and left, "I have exercised, and I will go home for breakfast."

The little guy was a little stunned, the grandfather hadn't answered her question yet.

Yang Chunhong laughed "pouch", and then said to the little guy: "Your grandpa Zhuang sent forty or fifty photos, none of which won the prize."

"Uh~" Fang Yuan didn't know what to say.

He had heard Fang's father say that apart from playing chess, Zhuang Chenghe's favorite is photography, but he didn't expect that a single photo was not selected.

The point is that the little guy shot him but he won.

So when the little guy asked, he really got a little heartbroken.

Fangyuan didn't know how to comfort.

"It's okay, photography is just a hobby. What's the point of not winning an award? It's not because I love photography for awards." Yang Chunhong looked very openly.

"I won't tell you anymore, you can exercise, I'll see the old man." Then he turned and chased Zhuang Chenghe.

"Dad, what's the matter with Grandpa?" the little guy asked ignorantly.

She still didn't understand why the grandfather suddenly became unhappy.

Fang Yuan didn't know how to explain to her for a while.

"Why are you standing here stupidly?" Suddenly, Lan Caiyi's voice sounded from behind them, it turned out that she had already ran over.

"Mom, I won the third place. Grandma said I was super amazing." The little guy raised his fat thumbs and said excitedly.

"Third place, what third place? What are you talking about?" Lan Caiyi looked blank when she heard the words.

So Fang Yuan told her the whole story.

At the beginning, I heard that the little guy won the third place in the best character group of the photo contest, and I was happy for the little guy.

But when I heard that the award-winning work was taken by Zhuang Chenghe, but Zhuang Chenghe himself did not win a picture, he finally couldn't help laughing.

So he simply rested next to him and drank some water.

Then continue to run.

This time Fang Yuan ran with Xinxin on his back.

At the beginning, Lan Caiyi deliberately slowed down so that Fangyuan could keep up with her.

But slowly discovered that Fang Yuan was carrying a little guy on his back, not only did he not fall behind, but he was still talking.

So competitive, she secretly speeded up.

But she speeded up, and Fangyuan also speeded up.

In the end, it became a two-person game.

"Dad, hurry up, hurry up, sooner we will surpass mom." The little guy was also excited on Fang Yuan's back, yelling authentically.

"Don't worry, I'll let her be there, wanting to surpass your mother, it's a matter of minutes." Fang Yuan, who ran shoulder to shoulder with Lan Caiyi, said to the little guy on his back.

Lan Caiyi looked round and indifferent, her eagerness to win even more, gritted her teeth to speed up.

However, Fangyuan was like a dog skin plaster, neither lagging behind nor exceeding, which made her feel a deep sense of frustration.

After waiting for a lap, she really lost her temper, and didn't follow the square circle. Instead, she ran at her own pace. She didn't believe it. She couldn't keep up with her speed and strength, and she couldn't keep up with carrying the child in endurance. The radius.

But obviously she thinks more...

The little guy didn't know if he used his father's back as a shaker, and he was yelling excitedly at the beginning.

Gradually fell asleep in the rhythm of shaking.

In order not to wake her up, Fang Yuan and Lan Caiyi slowed down.

Even the team of security guards stopped slogans and relaxed when they passed by.

"What a little pig, I have to follow, follow and sleep."

Lan Caiyi looked at Fang Yuan's back, the little guy who kept pursing his lips in his sleep, said with a full face.

"How else would you call a child? That's good." Fang Yuan said with a smile.

"The little guy is not light, so tired after carrying it for so long? Should we take a rest on the chair next to it?" Lan Caiyi said distressedly.

"Not tired, this weight is nothing to me. Haven't you seen that I haven't sweated much yet?" Fang Yuan said with a smile.

Hearing what he said, Lan Caiyi noticed that, except for some beads of sweat on his forehead, Fangyuan didn't sweat much at all.

It looks like her hair is already sweaty, and the sportswear on her back is sweaty.

"Your physical strength is really abnormal. When did your physical fitness become so good?" Lan Caiyi said in a puzzled manner.

"It's always been so good. It was just a lack of exercise before. Let me tell you, I have so much meat before, and it is condensed into my current figure. This is called refinement, and it's amazing." Fang Yuan ran the train with his mouth full.

"Is it so powerful?" Lan Caiyi couldn't help but wonder.

As the sun gradually rises, the temperature also rises, and the blue clothing is also tired, so Fang Yuan proposed to go back.

When approaching the door of the house, the little guy finally woke up, stretched out on his father's back, looked around in a daze, and then remembered the morning run.

So the little guy who fell asleep and rested roundly said, "Dad, Dad, morning exercises are really fun, I'm in good spirits, shall we still exercise tomorrow?"

Fangyuan and blue color clothes: o(╯□╰)o