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Lin Xiao met the biggest crisis in his life: a tank hit him in the face! -Yes, it is a tank! Parentheses: toys.
But even toys, that's bad enough. He is only three months old at this time, tightly wrapped in swaddling clothes, his body is soft and his hands and feet can't move. He could only watch the monster fall on his little face. 555, he won't be smashed ... grab the tank with one hand at the critical moment and put it aside. The beautiful young mother approached him nervously and looked at it.
Lin smiled and relaxed, flat mouth, wow, cried out. Mother picked him up and patted him, then turned around and scolded him: "What a fuss! Why did you put the toy in the cradle again? " ! ? What should I do if I find him? "Crispy son wronged retorted:" I want to play! "Bo Er brought me a new toy!"
Lin looked around in a daze, crying and laughing, only to see his three-year-old brother flushed and standing on the edge of the high threshold with his hands behind his back.
"..." Mom said, "You can't put new toys in it either, it will make a little noise, and let him play when the little noise grows up."
Lin Yan's kindness was not reciprocated. He snorted angrily, turned around and ran into the yard with the threshold. The old pear trees in the yard are in full bloom, blue sky. ...
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