Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Chapter 178

This is the second time Tony has dreamed of a woman in black of unknown origin.

In his dream, she was like a ghost, following him like a shadow, with the vaguest face and the most silent language, but she just separated from everyone and walked towards him in full view.

No one can stop it.

Those gathered around him—or companions, or spectators—scattered one by one to make way for the man in black. In the end, he was alone and helpless, while she stood in front of him, stretching out only one finger, like a clamshell. To the fluffy feathers, effortlessly, knocked him down.

"I am a god, omnipotent." The woman said softly.

"What are you?"

She leaned over slowly, seemingly in pity, but her hands were merciless, reaching out to Tony, passing through Tony, and grabbing Daisy's hand that was protected by Tony in the suffocation of Wanjun.

Tony opened his eyes suddenly.

His heart was beating fast, the heating in the bedroom was smoky, but cold sweat was dripping on his forehead.

Tony disliked this inexplicable dream.

After monitoring that the male host woke up, Jarvis lit the window, the nightmare faded away, the sun entered the window, and a light and bright layer fell on the floor. Although the coolness of early spring has not completely left, there is still a bit of freshness of recovery. live breath.

The weather is great.Tony got up a little late.

With a sigh of relief in his throat, he turned over and got out of bed, and went out to Daisy's bedroom to have a look.

The door of the toddler's bedroom was open, and the four corners were brightly lit. The rainbow pony on the cradle bed was twirling gently, and the soft quilt was still piled up in the bed, but the baby wrapped inside was nowhere to be found.

Tony raised his hand and touched his forehead, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

"Dad is up."

A voice behind said softly.

Tony turned his head and saw that Daisy was looking at the door holding a plush toy with a can of Coca-Cola.

The old father's brown hair was still upturned restlessly, but his maple syrup-colored pupils were astonishingly bright, like the glass beads that Daisy likes to roll and play on the ground, flickering.

Seeing his father looking at him, Tuanzi ran over happily: "Dad!"

Tony shouldn't have been looking for someone in the bedroom in the first place.

Daisy got up early in the first place, and now it was time for the sun to bask her buttocks. She had been tinkering with toys at home for an unknown amount of time, patiently waiting for her father to get up.

No matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, New York always releases its vitality infinitely. Stark's house is far away from densely populated areas, surrounded by trees, and the trees can be seen sprouting green shoots early.

It's another year to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.

Tony lowered his eyes and looked at the daughter who was running towards him, and instead of hugging her up, he stretched out a finger to the soft neck.

His fingers were a little cold, and the ball that was still wearing long sleeves shrank from the cold, and immediately laughed again: "Daddy is naughty."

"What did you have for breakfast today?" the old father asked.

As he spoke, he raised his legs and walked out, with a small tail behind him, following him every step of the way.

"Eat a sandwich," Daisy said. "Eggs, Daddy."

After Tony washed up, he had his breakfast in the dining room.

Daisy was right. Wendy did make a sandwich with fried eggs. The slices of bread were toasted golden and crispy when bitten into it.

The dumplings just ate snacks, and when they saw their father eating, they couldn't help but move their index fingers.

She begged for half a sandwich from her old father and ate it with little milk.

Her movements were quick, she ate her snacks in twos and twos, then remembered something important, and slowly climbed down from the baby chair where she was eating, and ran away wheezing, not knowing what to look for.

Daisy is now able to climb up and down the high stool very smoothly, and her energy is boundless day by day. It is not like raising a daughter, but like raising a monkey, climbing around, relying on flying. One day, he was still flying on the ceiling, hugging the chandelier, and suddenly forgot how to get down, crying silently in mid-air.

I really wish I could just let her stay on the ceiling for a little longer, so I can learn a lesson, so that I will not do unsafe things in the future without guaranteeing safety.

Tony thought so.

But when his daughter started crying, he still flew up slowly wearing foot armor, raised his hand to pick this worry-free one from the chandelier, put it down on the ground, and was only punished not to eat snacks for a day.

Tony swallowed his last mouthful of the sandwich, and Daisy came in dragging a small bucket, jingling, somehow thinking that he had collected five catties of scrap iron outside.

"We agreed, Dad." Tuanzi dragged the bucket to Tony, showing him the small red shovel, watering can, and unnamed soil loosening tool inside. "It's today."

Wendy smiled at the side: "She has been reading since she got up this morning. Everything is ready and she has checked it over and over again. Now that you are waking up, she is of course very happy, Mr. Stark."

Tony let out a "huh" and immediately remembered that he had promised his daughter to grow vegetables in the open space outside the villa together.

The sudden idea of ​​wanting to be a small farmer naturally came from Daisy who watched social news on time every day.

She not only cares about state affairs, but also cares about the daily life of ordinary people. Earlier on TV, there was a news about how the farm harvested, and this little girl saw it, and wanted to harvest it herself.

Daisy had seen farms, hers had them, Clark's had them too, and Clark's crops were growing well, taller than hers.

Nowadays, many children don't know where the food comes from, or even what the food served on the table is called.

When you ask peanuts, one says they grow in water, another says they grow on trees, and another they say they grow in the ground. When you ask potatoes, it is confusing to know whether they grow in the ground, specifically on the ground, or underground.

Daisy wants to grow tomatoes.

She took the seeds from Wendy, wrapped them carefully in a handkerchief, and stuffed the cotton behind Baby Bear's back. She took it out specially today, and looked at Dad at this moment, very happy.

"Do you want to use such a primitive method?" Tony asked.

He wiped his mouth with a napkin, got up and said, "Please, ma'am."

Daisy happily followed behind with a bucket.

Think about the bumblebee who used to farm in front of the house. Today, if you do it yourself, you will know how difficult it was for him at that time.

Today's sun was exceptionally good. When Stark and his daughter walked out of the gate of the villa, they could hear the birds chirping overhead through the gaps in the branches.

There is a large piece of land, and Tony chose a sunny piece. With a flick of his sleeves, he went down with a big shovel and scooped up a lot of soil.

It's really a farmhouse that fosters family ties.

Daisy also helps.

Her father was very good. He shoveled up a lot of soil and dug one, two, three, four, five holes. Although she worked hard, she waved a small shovel and digged, but the posture was wrong, so she dug a shallow hole.

While digging, Tuanzi was attracted by the small stones in the soil, squatting on the ground and fiddled with his fingers, for a moment he forgot what he was doing out there.

She also rubbed the freshly damp soil that Tony had dug up into many small balls and piled them on the ground for play.

It is said that children do things, but in the end it becomes adults doing things.

When the old father started to sow seeds, Daisy remembered the big thing about planting tomatoes again. She looked at her own small hole, and then at her father's many holes. She went to the bucket and took out the handkerchief that wrapped the seeds. The seed was to be sown in Tony's pit.

"What are you doing?" the ruthless old father bowed his head, "I dug this."

Daisy then stood still and watched her father take out a paper bag and sprinkle many seeds in the pit.

"What is it, Dad?" Baby Daisy was very surprised, not thinking that Dad had already prepared, lying on the edge of the pit to watch, not minding getting his clothes dirty at all, "Is it a carrot?"

After Tony sowed the seeds, he stretched out his hand, lifted his daughter up, and patted the dirt on her clothes: "It's a daisy seed."

"It's me!" Daisy immediately said, even more surprised, opened her eyes wide, obediently let the adults carry her, but continued to speak loudly, "Daddy buried me inside."

She looked down at the many seeds again: "There are so many."

"When the seeds germinate and grow, we can harvest a lot of Daisies next year," Tony said.

It’s not too stingy to be a father. He put his amazed daughter back on the ground, pointed to the two pits that hadn’t been planted, and said, “I lent it to you. Let’s grow tomatoes.”

Daisy looked at the seeds, then at her father, and sprinkled the seeds in like an adult.

As a result, when Tony picked up the shovel to fill the soil, the little one ran away in a hurry. Once the novelty wore off, he lost interest.

Children are children.

The hard-working old father sweated hard on the land of the motherland, filled his pit and his daughter's pit, and used a watering can to irrigate them. Seriously, it's not unattractive.

After half a pot of water was poured, Xiao Tuanzi went back and forth, carrying a bulging cloth bag on his back.

"Daddy wait for me." Daisy said.

She ran so well that her cheeks were flushed, she picked up the small shovel on the ground and squatted down next to her father's little daisy seeds again, puffed up, and continued digging a new hole seriously.

If I remember correctly, the tomato seeds have been put down just now.

Tony didn't stop her, and only corrected her posture when her daughter was digging a hole, so that the little girl could do the work more easily, leaning on a shovel, so she could watch a play next to her in her free time.

Daisy's new hole was dug very seriously, and it was very deep. Finally, she stretched out her small hand to try the size and height, showing a very satisfied expression, and then she was willing to open the cloth bag, and took out a steel hole from inside. Hero's toys come.

"This is the father's seed." Tuanzi said to the old father seriously.

She still likes this toy very much. She often plays with it by holding it in her hand. She has defeated Benben many times. It is a very useful helper.

She gently put the Iron Man toy in the pit, and she was indeed reluctant to part with it, but she looked at her father's filled pit next to her, and immediately became happy, and slowly picked up the soil and put it in it too.

"Wait for Dad's seeds to germinate, will we be able to harvest many, many Dads next year?"