Dad, I want you to be young.

When I was two or three years old. When I hold Xiao Qi, she always touches the wrinkles on my forehead over and over again. She always wants to smooth it with her delicate little hands. However, from the age of two or three to five or six, she finally gave up her efforts. The wrinkles on the forehead are getting deeper and deeper, like a knife carving an axe. "Dad, time is really a killing knife." After listening to the adult, she is also an adult, with a full face of helplessness. Looking closely, she pretended to be helpless and turned out to be a smiling face. After all, teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow.

Or two or three years old? She came running with a wand and murmured to me, Barabara, I am a fairy, and I want to make you young. She wore a fairy dress and circled around me, and her wand shone brightly. I cooperated with her and followed her in circles with a smile.

"Ah, I am a fairy. Did my wand fail? Dad, why don't you get younger? " She ran faster and faster, harder and harder, and the blue fairy skirt fluttered. She really flies like a fairy.

"Look, wrinkles are gone, crow's feet are gone, and dad is getting younger." I try my best to open the wrinkles on my forehead, smooth the crow's feet around my eyes and pretend to be cute.

"No, liar, I made you not young." The little guy pouted, but he was really sad and lost.

My heart trembled and I couldn't help hugging her tightly in my arms.

"Otherwise, the little fairy decided that dad is the same today. When you grow up, dad will not be young in your eyes? " I said with my chin against her black hair.

"That's a good idea. Ok, ok. " She cheered up and gave me another wild magic.

"Was I that stupid when I was a child?" Today, at the age of eleven, she has serious doubts about my statement.

"Cute? When you are young, you don't want your father to be old. " I smiled and said to her.

"Well, when I was young, I always did something cute and stupid." She covered her face helplessly, as if she didn't want to see herself in the past.

"I can't promise to make you young, but I can paint you young." She picked up colored lead and began to draw on paper. On Children's Day, the gift she gave me was to paint me young.

Have some small expectations. What does her father look like?

A little uneasy. When she was very young, she said: My brother is handsome, and so is my father. When she is older, when she talks about being handsome, she will pretend to vomit: Dad, can you stop being narcissistic?

She won't paint her father as ugly, will she? For the first time, I feel that my daughter's brush is so heavy.

The way she paints at her desk is particularly focused.

I'm with you again. That's great. His name is Yang Muli, gentle and black-bellied. Does he look like you, Dad? Anyway, now he is you. "She finished painting quickly and handed it to me.

The boy in the photo is an inappropriate cartoon image. I was fascinated by comics recently, but I didn't expect my father to become a comic character. I looked at this painting carefully. Sparse yellow hair, dull brown eyes, and a particularly energetic boy not only made me young, but also directly changed me.

Anyway, my daughter's father is still so young. How can I make a lot of money?

My heart is full of joy.

"Come on, write a sentence: Dad, I finally made you young." I handed the photo over.

"Only write Wang Torre, resolute don't write I finally let you young. Dad, I'm not stupid now. " She flatly refused.

I am very helpless. If she doesn't write, I can always write it myself, right?

On Children's Day, she finally made me young.

The promise she made when I was a child has now been fulfilled.

Dad, I want to make you young.

Text/Hong Chen

When I was two or three years old. When I hold Xiao Qi, she always touches my forehead with her little hand over and over again. She always wants to smooth it with her delicate little hands. But between the ages of two or three and five or six, she finally gave up trying. The wrinkles on his forehead are getting deeper and deeper, like a carved axe. "Dad, time is really a pig knife." Listening to adults talk too much, she also acts like an adult, with a helpless face. Take a closer look, she pretends to be helpless below, that's her real smile. After all, young people don't know the taste of sadness.

Or two or three? She came running to me with a wand and said, "Bala Bala, I am a fairy, and I want to make you young. She walked around me in her fairy dress, and her wand shone. I cooperated with her and followed her in circles with a smile.

"Ah, I am a little fairy, my wand failed? Dad, why are you no longer young? " She runs faster and faster, and the blue fairy skirt flutters. She is really like a fairy, flying high.

"Look, wrinkles are gone, crow's feet are gone, and dad is getting younger." I tried to smooth the wrinkles on my forehead and smooth the crow's feet around my eyes, pretending to be cute and cool.

"No, liar, I didn't make you young." She said with her mouth open, in fact, she was really sad and lost.

My heart was shaking, and I held her tightly in my arms.

"Or the fairy will let him keep the way he is today. When you grow up, he will look young in your eyes. " "I said, chin on her black hair.

"That's a good idea. Well, of course. " She was beaming with joy and cast another round of crazy magic on me.

"I was so stupid when I was a child? Today 1 1 years old, she is seriously skeptical about my statement.

"Cute? When you were young, you didn't want your father to be old. " I smiled at her.

"Well, when you were a child, you would do some pretty stupid things." She covered her face helplessly as if she didn't want to see herself in the past.

"I promised to make you younger, I can't, but I can make you younger." She picked up the crayons and began to draw on paper. 1 On Children's Day, she gave me a gift to paint me young.

There are some small expectations. What does her father look like?

A little uneasy. Very, very small, she said: My brother is a handsome boy, and my father is a handsome father. When I was a freshman, I told Handsome that she would fake vomiting: Dad, how about narcissism?

She won't make her father ugly, will she? For the first time, I feel that my daughter's brush is so heavy.

She is very absorbed in painting at her desk.

"The hero of" With You Again ". So handsome! His name is Yang, gentle and black. Dad, do you like him? Anyway, he is you now. " She finished it quickly and handed it to me.

The boy in the photo is very cartoon. She has been fascinated by comics recently, but she didn't expect her father to become a comic character. I carefully looked at the painting, dreamy flaxen hair, glazed tea with special eyes of God, a particularly energetic boy, which was much younger than changing me, which directly shocked me.

Anyway, in the eyes of my father's daughter, I am still so young. How can I make a lot of money?

My heart is full of joy.

"Here, write a sentence: Dad, I finally made you young." I handed the photo over.

"Just write dad wang, don't say I finally let you young. Dad, I'm not stupid now. " She said no.

I am very helpless. If she doesn't write, I can write it myself, can't I?

On Children's Day, she finally made me young.

She made a promise to me when I was a child, and now she is fulfilling it.