With my daughter's help, these two days were a rare ease. On one side, his arm was held by his daughter, and on the other hand, he carried his wife's insulated lunch box after the meal, facing the colorful sky at sunset, and walked leisurely on the way home. This picture has only been seen in movies and television, how warm! What a blessing!

But that's just the appearance! Because my son is coming back! My brain was tumbling over how to deal with the balance between my daughter and son. Give that kid two hundred dollars to let him go to the same school? No, no, it's completely unreasonable. The wife met with her son next weekend and asked if he was not going to be a goof? Why don't I take my daughter to a hotel? But I also have to cook for my wife. Besides, if that kid reports to his mother, how do I explain it? It's so hard!

"My brother was only at home for two days. We don't talk while he's here, do you think that's okay?" It's still the daughter who knows that she feels sorry for his father. However, there is another thing that I hesitate to tell my daughter, and that is that she can no longer stay in her son's room when he returns. After all, now my son is in high school. Think about the son sleeping at night and the daughter floating above him, this picture is simply unsightly! But if I let my daughter live in a guest room, will she think that I only value my son and not her?

"In the two days my brother came back, I slept in the same bed with my father." As soon as I entered the house, my daughter began to help me solve my problems.

But---

"Well--- daughter--ah--- Xiaoli, you're so old now, it's not appropriate to sleep in the same bed with your father." I was a little embarrassed to avoid my daughter's gaze.

"Then I'll go back to when I was a kid." As soon as I finished speaking, my beautiful daughter disappeared from my presence. When I came back to my senses, a kindergarten child biting his finger was innocently glaring at me with big eyes, and in a trance, I had the illusion of changing from the central set to the children's channel.

"Female --- Xiaoli, tell your father honestly, are you a fairy?" Faced with such a capable daughter, I asked the question I wanted to ask for a long time.

"I--I don't matter anything. All I know is that I am your daughter. The daughter looked like she wanted to say something.

"Xiaoli, since you have appeared in front of your father, is there anything else you can't say?" The more my daughter was secretive, the more curious I became.

"Dad, do you believe in a past life?" The daughter who was like a kindergarten child asked such a mysterious question.

"You've all appeared in front of me, what else can I not believe? Wait--- you mean --- past life?" I often hear people say that a daughter is the lover of her father's previous life, could it be... My mind was racing to think about --- if I had a lover like my daughter in my previous life, it would have been...

"Not what you think!" The daughter pouted angrily.

"Hehe, Dad, I ---" I forgot that my daughter has superpowers, and my face turned red when I saw my daughter's appearance.

A knock on the door interrupted my conversation with my daughter.

"Oops" I winked at my daughter and told her to go to the guest room first. Who knew that her daughter didn't move. That's when I remembered that others couldn't see her.

Outside the door stood my son, whom he hadn't seen for a week, looking impatiently waiting.

"Stinky boy, you can't knock on the door. You see, the door makes you knock on a pit. "In order to leave an impression on my daughter that she is not him, I reprimanded my sweaty son for him, but the words were obviously with a hint of affection.

"Oops--dear dad, don't you miss me so much and lose your temper. Come, come, hug. My son opened his arms and took me in his arms. In normal times, I would hug my son and express my longing. After all, I haven't seen you for a week, how can you not want to? But now the situation is ......

"My brother is so tall! Looks exactly like Dad. "My daughter has completely forgotten the promise she just made, but these words flew into my ears, why is it so extraordinary!" Daughter, are you sure you're not sarcastic about your own father? A big one of more than one meter and eight. A small one of less than 1.7 meters. Do you mean that it doesn't matter how long or short it is?

"Hehe......" In front of my son, I could only endure a grinning belly and hold back a string of wry smiles.

"That's right! Dad, you have to laugh often, laugh for ten years, anger will make people get old! Help me get my bag. My son let go of me and, without saying a word, threw his backpack into my arms.

"Huh-where's my mother?" My son noticed that I was the only one standing in the doorway, and peeked behind me strangely.

"Your mother--" I was just about to give the reason I had agreed with my wife, but the door that had just been closed was pulled open again---- and my wife appeared at the door.

My mouth opened as if frozen.

"Mom--, why are you following me?" The son looked at his mother inexplicably.

"Overtime today." The wife replied without changing her face, what a god acting!

How can this be done? I'm two big heads, I'm afraid that my daughter will have some moth at this time, but I raised my eyes and looked, okay! The people have returned to their original state, and the fairy clothes are fluttering on the roof, covering their mouths and snickering. This scene is indescribably weird. Unfortunately, this feeling is unique to me.

"Why are you back?" I dragged my wife back to the bedroom and asked her urgently.

"The doctor said I was recovering well and approved my discharge. Besides, I want to see my son, but I haven't seen him in a week. What's that look on your face?" My wife stared at my face quizzically.

"Uh--I'm not worried about you." I hurriedly turned my face to my son's room and observed his movements.

"Alright, let's go cook for my son. After eating the school cafeteria for a week, I must have missed his father's craft. Without saying a word, my wife pushed me out of the bedroom.

I stood in the kitchen, with a kitchen knife in my hand, reflecting on what my wife had just said. Something seems wrong? Why is it "so much about his dad's craft"? Why not "fucking craft"? No, I can't be fooled by this. I'm going to ask my son whose craft he wants.

"Ah---- how?"

"Wow---- what's going on?"

Before I could turn around, I heard my wife and son yelling at the same time.

"What's going on? Earthquake?" I strode to the bedroom door.

"Husband! Why does my cosmetic bottle shatter when I touch it?" My wife was holding a broken bottle of skin care products that I didn't know what kind of skin care product she was holding and shaking at me, and her hands were white and greasy.

"Dad! Why did the Lego aircraft carrier I just put together last week turn into slag when I touch it? The son also slowly walked out of his room, still carefully holding a pile of plastic scum in his hands.

"This ---" I reflexively turned to look for my daughter's traces.

"Daddy! I'm sorry--" The daughter saw that the situation was not good, and flew to the balcony with a "whoosh-".

My wife and son watched dumbfounded as I kept banging on the burglar window on the balcony with a ruler.

"Tell me, why do these things shatter when touched?" I'm so angry.

"Yes--yes-it's that my mana isn't strong enough to just barely restore them to their original state." The daughter replied tremblingly.

"Then why was it okay for me to touch it two days ago?" I don't understand, it stands to reason that I've touched a lot of fragile items in the past two days, and I haven't seen them fall apart like this.

"Because I've been following you, the broken ones were immediately transferred by me." My daughter didn't dare to look me in the eye and lowered her head like a schoolboy making a mistake.

"Alas--then you didn't say it earlier, what do you say now?" Seeing my daughter's scared look, my heart couldn't help but soften. How could I do this to my daughter? It's me who was sorry for her first, and I thought that even if she burned down the house, she should have been, but now I blame her for such a small thing.

"Husband---"

"Daddy---"

The cries of his wife and son rang out at the same time. Faced with their frightened faces, I was at a loss for a moment.

"Who are you talking to?" My wife asked me cautiously.

"Who am I talking to? Ah-no, I didn't talk to anyone. I --- I was just learning the lines from the movie. I said curtly.

"Dad, are you alright?" My son glared at me suspiciously.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm just checking to see if something on the balcony is also broken when touched. Looks fine. It should be your stuff that has passed the retention period. The quality of things now is really not as good as before. Hehe, all the broken ones are thrown away. Be careful, don't tie your hands. "I can only show the courage of a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.

"No, I haven't been buying these cosmetics for a long time, if that's the case, I'm going to ask them to return them." The wife's attention shifts so quickly.

"I'm going to return it too. My LEGO is still in the holding period. "What a kind of mother there is!

I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief, it's so dangerous!

"You'd better call the salesperson to your home, otherwise you will take a pile of scum, and people won't pay for it." I reminded them "kindly".

Soon, however, the wife and son gave up the idea of returning the goods. Because they found that not only cosmetic bottles and Lego, but also many fragile items in the home had the same problem.

"What the hell! Could it be that our family has been irradiated?" The wife muttered to herself in confusion.

"What radiation! If the radiation shatters these things, then the microwave oven won't work, right? It should be resonant with some kind of wave of the same frequency. The son seems to know a lot about himself, and is a little complacent.

"It can't be your dad singing at home and shattering it, right?" My wife squinted at me.

"It's possible. A while ago, there was a TV show called "The Strongest Brain", in which a contestant smashed a wine glass with a lion's roar. "My son squinted at me as he fucked.

"Alright, alright. I'll pay you for your things, it's a big deal to work a few more shifts. "It's not okay to be reluctant to give up on my daughter for the sake of my daughter, but pity my little private money, it looks like it's going to be a hundred!

The wife and son were busy checking their belongings. I turned my head to find that my daughter was no longer on the balcony, and I searched all over the house but there was no sign of her.

Did I leave angry because I said her?

Suddenly, my heart felt like it had been hollowed out. My poor daughter, who must have been disappointed in her father, left without saying a word. I don't deserve to be her father at all! Is this fate, destined to lose my daughter?

The moon in the sky is particularly clear. At this moment, I don't know where my daughter is gone? Looking at the bright moon, I remembered that when I was a child, whenever I had such a night, I always liked to run to the wheat mill at the head of the village alone, climb the high wheat straw pile, and lie on it and look at the starry sky in a daze. I always asked the same question in my heart--- where are the gods in the sky? Sometimes I fall asleep on it in a daze. I don't know how many times my mother reprimanded me for this, saying that I was weak and running around in the dark, and it was easier to provoke ghosts. But for some reason, I lay there, not scared at all, but more soundly than at home.

"Pop ---" The silent night sky suddenly exploded, and a lightning bolt swept through the window. Before I could come back to my senses, a succession of electric lights accompanied by a roar of the gods fell in front of the building, like a god dancing a long knife.

"Dad, look at the tree downstairs!" My son suddenly called out to me in his room.

I hurriedly pressed my face against the glass window and looked out. The sycamore tree downstairs was chopped by the electric light, and the fallen leaves seemed to be pulled by a stream of air and hovered at the end of the tree, like a dragon flying in the air fighting with the electric light.

I've never seen anything like this!

"Bang Bang--" Brighter and bigger lightning struck down again, and a figure in the tree clearly caught my eye.

"Xiao Li--" I turned around and ran outside the house, and I didn't care about closing the door, and rushed downstairs in one breath.

Who is it not my daughter standing on the branch!

"Xiaoli--come down--" I yelled at my daughter.

"Daddy--danger--- you go back quickly--" The daughter staggered as if she was about to fall from a tree at any moment, glanced at me with anxiety on her face, and continued to swing her hands in the air. The falling leaves blocked the electric light as accurately as if they had come to life with the movements of her hands.

"Hey----- which turtle grandson is bullying my daughter there? You have the ability to split me! "I don't care about being scared anymore, I look up and open my mouth to scold. Needless to say, something that isn't human must be making things difficult for my daughter. Isn't this the scene in the movie when the Seven Fairies were captured by the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals?

Is it really weird? As soon as I shouted, the lightning stopped and calm all around me. I was just about to pick up my daughter from the tree, when suddenly a red halo suddenly appeared around me, and a white light came straight to my top door. I didn't even have a chance to react, so I was hacked. Looks like I'm in for a catastrophe this time!

"Boom--" I felt a heat on the top of my head and my chest seemed to explode. Strangely, I didn't feel any pain, but suddenly there was a sense of relief. Stretch your waist and wave your hands smoothly in the direction of the white light just now. A blue light erupted from my palm, and there was a "bang" in the sky, and a large white shadow fell.

"Uh--" I stared at the large white mass not far away.

"Shiraishi--" My daughter flew over and picked up the white thing, and looked up at me in some surprise.

"Daughter--Xiaoli--this is --?" I looked at my palm carefully, for some reason. How did I become so staked? Could it be that I am also a god? What a big discovery! By the way, is it possible to guess the number of the two-color ball tomorrow with this ability?

"Daddy--don't you remember anything from the past?" The daughter had an expression of hatred that could not be made of steel.

"Before?" What does this sentence of the daughter mean? Did I forget something? Although we can't study well, our memory is still quite good. Since childhood, many things about Chen sesame seeds and rotten grains have long been forgotten by others, but we can still say two or three, it is impossible to forget anything!

"Master." The large white object in my daughter's arms suddenly stood up and staggered towards me.

"Y-don't come here!" As soon as I saw this frame, I thought he was going to take revenge on me, so I quickly took a step back, my fists clenched, ready to strike.

"Daddy - he's Shiraishi! Don't you have any impression?" My daughter seemed to be disappointed in me.

"Shiraishi doesn't know --?. I said, Xiaoli, what kind of trouble are you guys making trouble with? Isn't he here to get you?" I'm a little baffled.

"You--" the daughter stomped her foot angrily and pulled up the white stone, whom I hadn't seen to be anything until now, and "whoosh--" disappeared from my eyes.

"Dad--" the son's cry pulled me back to reality, "what the hell were you doing?" Why run down?"

"Yes, husband, I heard my son say that there was lightning and thunder outside. What are you running downstairs for? How dangerous that is! The wife followed behind her son, looking puzzled and worried.

"Oh-nothing. I saw a cat in the tree that had been struck by lightning, the stray cat in the yard. Didn't you feed it again, son?" Lying seems to be part of my daily routine now.

"Husband, what's wrong with your chest? Why are all the clothes rotten?" My wife nervously ripped off my shirt on my chest to see if I was hurt.

"I just saved the cat and was caught by it." This lie is too round!

"What cat are you going to rescue? I'll see if there's any scratched spots, and if so, I'll have to get a rabies vaccine. "My wife angrily took my hand and examined it carefully.

"It's okay, it's okay, let's go home." I took my wife and went upstairs. The son followed.

"Husband, did you bring the key?" My wife asked me suddenly.

"Mom - you don't have a key with you, do you? I reminded you when I went out just now. The son had a look of disbelief on his face.

"I had it all in my hand, and I forgot to take it when I put it on the shoe cabinet when I changed my shoes." The wife smiled awkwardly at her son.

"My keys are in my bag, do you see my backpack?"

Alas--- this is the first time my house has asked someone to open the lock?