Every time Lin Yu came home, as soon as he opened the door, he would see a lively little swallow rushing towards him and jumping into his arms.

But when Lin Yu came home today and looked around, he only saw his father reading the newspaper in the living room, but not the little mango.

Lin Yu looked around but didn't see Little Mango, and finally looked at his father with a questioning look.

The old man took off his reading glasses and winked at Lin Yu.

He whispered, "It's in my room."

Usually when the little guy comes home, he is chattering non-stop. He rarely hides in his room alone, especially when he hears the sound of the door opening and knows that his father is back.

Lin Yu walked outside the little guy's room and knocked lightly on the door.

"Can I come in?" Lin Yu asked tentatively.

Now that Little Mango has grown up, Lin Yu will give the child enough space. If the door to Little Mango’s room is closed, Lin Yu will knock on the door. What if the child has a little secret that he doesn’t want his father to know? Although Little Mango is only

At six years old, I still have a little privacy.

"Dad, come in." Little Mango said hurriedly.

Hearing Little Mango's voice, Lin Yu felt relieved.

Little Mango's voice didn't sound like he had been wronged, but instead sounded very urgent, as if he was busy with something important.

Lin Yu opened the door.

The little guy writes quickly.

Now she can't write many words, but her pinyin is very good.

There were several pieces of paper scattered on the table, with dense pinyin written on them.

Lin Yu did not disturb his daughter and picked up a piece of paper.

"congqianzaiyipianmofasenlinli,youyigexiaoxiannv..."

He picked up a few more pictures, but they were just the beginning.

The beginning of each paragraph is not exactly the same, but they are similar.

"Is Little Mango writing a story?" Lin Yu asked curiously.

The little guy seemed to have new inspiration. He didn't reply to his father immediately, but wrote something quickly on the paper.

It wasn't until he finished writing a whole paragraph and read it again that he looked up at his father.

"I'm writing a script." The little guy raised his head and said.

"Script?" Lin Yu asked subconsciously, "Is the school teaching children to write scripts?"

Lin Yu knew that with Little Mango's current kindergarten level, he might not even know what a script is, let alone write a script.

The little guy shook his head, "It's not taught in kindergarten."

"Did the teacher ask you to write it?" Lin Yu felt that the only homework assigned by the teacher could make Little Mango take it so seriously.

The little guy nodded and shook his head.

"The teacher didn't ask me to write it, but I wanted to share the burden for Teacher Liu." Little Mango said with firm eyes.

Lin Yu smiled and rubbed the little guy's head, "Can you tell dad what's going on? Maybe dad can help little Mango?"

Little Mango, who was still a little confused at first, suddenly his eyes were filled with light.

The little guy nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"The kindergarten is holding a Children's Day event, and each class has to rehearse a program. The program that Teacher Liu prepared for us to rehearse is the same as that of other classes and must be changed. Teacher Liu said that in order not to be the same as other classes, she had to write it herself.

But I couldn’t finish it after several days of writing, and my hair was almost bald.”

The little guy said it very seriously, and Lin Yu almost laughed out loud.

"Did Teacher Liu tell you that your hair is going bald?" Lin Yu couldn't help but ask.

The little guy nodded and said with a serious expression, "Yes, Teacher Liu said that her hair is going bald. I don't want Teacher Liu to become bald, so I want to share the burden for her."

Lin Yu held back his laughter and pretended to be sympathetic.

"Dad, can you help Teacher Liu? Girls are so ugly when they are bald." The little guy didn't think this was such a small thing at all.

Lin Yu rubbed the little guy's head and said, "Of course Dad can help."

"Oh yeah!" That's great.

The little guy jumped up all of a sudden.

Later, Lin Yu learned that there was no singing or dancing in this performance, it was all a sitcom, so each class must have a script.

Because there are not many short stories that can be performed, and fairy tales are also very scarce, it is easy for the two classes to become the same.

If there is any similarity, it needs to be changed.

It was because of this that the head teacher, Ms. Liu Jiao, wanted to write it herself. She told her classmates that her hair was going bald, which was actually a joke.

Nowadays, many people will say that their hair is bald as long as they are busy with one thing, stay up late and work overtime.

It's just that Liu Jiao didn't expect that her students would be very concerned about her baldness, so there was an interesting story about the little girl writing furiously when she got home, writing scripts for the teacher, because she was afraid that the teacher would become bald.

The little guy pushed the pencil and paper in front of his father and said, "Dad, just write."

Lin Yu smiled and said, "Dad will tell you a story without writing it first. If you think the story is good, dad will write it down and ask you to bring it to the teacher tomorrow, okay?"

"Dad, can you tell me directly?" The little guy's eyes widened in surprise. Didn't Teacher Liu say that writing a script is so difficult that you can't even pull off your hair to write it?

Lin Yu pinched the little guy's nose and said, "Of course."

"Once upon a time, there was a lovely little girl. Everyone liked her, but the one who liked her the most was her grandmother. She would give her whatever she wanted. Once, my grandmother gave the little girl a little red riding hood made of velvet.

It fit just right on her head. From then on, the little girl never wanted to wear any other hat, so everyone called her "Little Red Riding Hood"..."

Lin Yu pretended to be a big bad wolf, a grandmother, and a hunter, and the story of the little red envelope was wonderfully told.

Little Mango listened with great interest. He covered his mouth for a while and squeezed sweat for Little Red Riding Hood. He stamped his feet anxiously for a while and clapped his hands happily after learning that Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother had been rescued by a hunter.

Just when the little guy finally breathed a sigh of relief for Little Red Riding Hood and his grandma, Lin Yu suddenly asked.

"What inspiration did Little Mango get from listening to the story of "Little Red Riding Hood"?"

The little one didn't expect that her father would suddenly ask her a question, but the little one listened very seriously and already had her own thoughts in her mind.

"You must be obedient, but Little Red Riding Hood was disobedient. Her mother told her not to play on the road and to walk quickly to avoid encountering the big bad wolf, but she still played while walking.

Also, when you meet a stranger, don’t talk to him. If he takes the initiative to talk to us and ignores us, we have to leave quickly. What if he is a bad person?

And Little Red Riding Hood actually told the Big Bad Wolf the address of her grandmother’s house so easily. My father told me before that I shouldn’t tell others about my home information casually.”

Lin Yu rubbed the little guy's head happily.

"What do you think of this story, Little Mango? Can it be used as a script for your class to perform?" Lin Yu asked with a smile.

The little guy jumped up happily, "Of course, dad, write it down and send it to Teacher Liu today. She will be very happy."

"Let's eat first, and dad will write after eating." Lin Yu said softly.

The little guy shook his head vigorously, his head shaking like a rattle.

"No, dad is going to write now, what if Teacher Liu loses his hair again, what if he goes bald today."

Lin Yu was so amused that he couldn't laugh or cry, "Okay, I'll write it now."
Chapter completed!