Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Chapter 442

Wendy has guessed so much, but Liz's reason for wanting to be Daisy is still an unsolved mystery.

Only Liz knows the answer to the mystery.

In addition to Liz's wish, there is a second unsolved mystery.

"Then what is your wish, Daisy?" Wendy asked.

When Wendy asked, Daisy had already figured out her wish.

On Sunday afternoon, Daisy moved the chair to the balcony to watch the sunset.

The clouds transpired by the afterglow of the setting sun are dazzling, and the weather is hot, and the sky is still bright when the sun goes down.

But the wind at this time is much gentler than that at noon, and it blows on the face gradually cool, with a little warmth that has not had time to radiate.

Daisy was a little intoxicated and closed her eyes gently.

After a while, she ran into the house, took out her drawing book, and lay down on the table to paint seriously.

Now hearing Wendy's question, Daisy went to her backpack, took out the paintings she had drawn, and showed them to the adults.

"Wow." Wendy said, "The drawing is really good."

Here, Daisy is sharing wishes with Wendy, and in the hallway, Tony, who is out for a walk, is passing the living room.

Tony heard Wendy ask Daisy: "Is this what you want?"

The old father couldn't help but stop quietly and pricked up his ears.

He is very interested in knowing his daughter's wish, and also very interested in being a surprise Santa Claus and fulfilling his daughter's wish.

Daisy drew a sunny day on the drawing paper.

The wind is sunny and the sky is cloudless. The golden brilliance drawn by the golden crayon makes the people who see the painting feel bright.

"Yes," said Daisy, "I want a big—big sunny day."

In order to show how loud she is, she procrastinated for a long time.

"It's a sunny day next Saturday." Daisy told Wendy, "Because Dad said we're going to the museum together on Saturday."

Tuanzi then wanted a sunny Saturday.

"That's good." Wendy smiled.

Daisy also felt very good.

She quickly remembered something, and said again: "I still want a photo of my father, do we have it?"

"Photos?" Wendy was a little dazed, and then said, "Yes, there are many photos in the room in the photo album."

Daisy shook her head: "I just want a photo signed by Dad."

Wendy thought about it, and soon understood: "Is it a signed photo for fans?"

"Yes." Daisy said.

The signed photo of Iron Man is still very popular today.

Tony's external activities in the past two days have decreased a lot, and the opportunities for the general public to ask for autographed photos are also much less, so the scalpers put the autographed photos received from various channels on the Internet and sell them at high prices.

This is of course not good, so whenever it is convenient for Tony to go out, he is willing to sign a group photo for those who like him.

Everyone's favorite autograph photo is an ordinary piece of paper for Daisy.

After all, such a big Iron Man is at home, and he can sign whenever he wants, so that now children suddenly want an autographed photo, but they can't find it at home.

The chairman outside the living room raised his eyebrows when he heard his daughter's little wish, and left quietly.

Tony was at his desk in the study, and he came out for a while, and now he returned to the study for his daughter's wish.

He said a few words to the housekeeper, and 10 minutes later, he saw a mechanical arm come in through the door, respectfully presenting a developed photo.

In the photo, the heroic Iron Man is taken from a perfect angle, which makes people feel an urge to join the Avengers on the spot.

The butler also selected several different ones for Tony to form a set, and by the way, he kindly asked Benben to prepare a variety of signature pens, so that the chairman could swipe his brush at any time to sign out the best-looking signature.

"You want my photo." Tony said, "Why do you want this kind of thing?"

He said "this kind of thing" on his mouth, but in fact, a smile appeared on the old father's face.

Daisy is also at this age.

I am proud of having a heroic father, and showing the children my father's autographed photo, even if I keep it secretly, it is already very face-saving.

This kind of parental admiration that occurs during the child's growth will gradually fade away after puberty, so when it appears, it is particularly short-lived and precious.

He should cherish it in front of any father.

Tony is cherishing it now.

He twirled his wrist, grasped the strength of the pen, picked up the signature pen calmly, and signed the photo with flying phoenixes.

"Was it well written?" Tony asked.

The housekeeper said, "It's very well written, sir."

As a father, he strives for perfection. He took a look at the photos, felt dissatisfied, and signed another one.

"Is signing initials too informal?" Tony asked himself.

So I signed another one.

"The letters are one big and one small," Tony said.

Sign another one.

He signed the whole set in one breath, and then he was satisfied. He put away the photos, folded them neatly, put them on the table, and waited quietly for his daughter's arrival.

Whatever you want, Tony put away the stack of photos full of fatherly love, and within a minute, he heard small footsteps coming from the door.

At this time, the hypocritical adult sat upright, picked up the book, and pretended to read it seriously, but in fact he was secretly paying attention to the child who ran in from the corner of his eye.

Daisy and Wendy rummaged through several cabinets outside, but they couldn't find Tony's autographed photo.

Tony obviously didn't have the habit of preparing autographed photos at home, and he had the habit of giving one to every guest.

"Then ask Mr. Stark for one." Wendy said to Daisy.

The weather is uncontrollable, and a sunny Saturday may not come as expected, but asking for an autographed photo is an easy wish to come true.

Daisy happily ran in to find her father.

Baby Daisy slipped into the study room with the photo album in her arms, and saw her father reading it seriously.

"Dad." Daisy said softly.

Tony looked up: "Is there something wrong?"

"Would you please give me a signed photo?" Daisy asked.

"Okay." Tony said.

Daisy was about to open the photo album and asked her father to pick a favorite photo from it, but when she looked up, Tony handed her a whole stack.

"Here." The father said nonchalantly, "Is it enough?"

Daisy was surprised: "Why are there so many photos?"

"I don't know." Tony asked. "Is it enough?"

"Enough!" Daisy smiled, stretched out her hand, took one from the stack of photos, and pushed the rest back to her father, "I just want one, thank you Dad."

"You're welcome." Tony's photo returned, and there seemed to be a touch of surprise and disappointment mixed between the movements, "How many more?"

"No need." Daisy was really not polite, she refused very readily, "Just one piece, okay?"

The old father could only retract his hand reservedly.

One is also very good, and Daisy is obviously very happy to see Daisy running out with the photo.

What filled Tony with a sense of accomplishment was that that night, he saw Daisy solemnly put the photos in the book and put them in the small backpack for school.

Modesty is a virtue.

Tony thought that when Daisy praised her father in kindergarten, she could use a little more subtle praise.

The next day, Daisy ran to the little red door with her backpack on her back as soon as she got out of the car, even blowing her father a farewell kiss in a hurry.

"What is Daisy doing so fast?" asked Happy.

Tony replied humbly for his daughter: "Nothing."

Daisy ran into the classroom, put down her backpack, and took out her father's autographed photo from the backpack.

There were already many children around, but she didn't show off, she just held the photo in her hand and went outside to find someone.

In the small garden, Daisy found her goal.

Little Jack sat alone by the fountain, looking down sadly at the floor.

Last Friday, Missy said Jack Jr.'s autographed Iron Man photo was lost.

Missy knows everything.

"Little Jack is crying!" Missy said.

Missy also saw Little Jack, who couldn't find the photo, tore off the drawing paper on which the wish was drawn, and drew Iron Man's signature photo on it while crying.

His original wish was to have his own heavy motorcycle on his birthday, the kind that adults ride, but now little Jack would rather sacrifice the heavy motorcycle in exchange for Iron Man's autographed photo.

Obviously, after a weekend, little Jack has not been able to find his photo, otherwise he would not have such an expression now.

Daisy walked over, her little shoes were on the ground, and she stepped on the leaves. Little Jack raised his head when he heard the sound.

Daisy's figure was reflected in his eyes, as was the signed photo of Tony Stark that Daisy was holding in her hand.

"Here," Daisy said, "don't be sad, little Jack."

Little Jack looked at the photo in Daisy's hand, his eyes lit up for a moment, but he didn't immediately reach out to take it, and asked, "Is this the photo you took at home?"

"My father gave it to me." Daisy said, "I'll give it to you."

Little Jack was more happy: "Did Iron Man give it to me?"

Daisy nodded after thinking about it: "Yes."

She cared: "Don't be sad, okay?"

Little Jack didn't have tears at first, but now a little tear came out of his eyes, he raised his hand to wipe it away, and took the photo in Daisy's hand.

The iron man in the photo smiled brightly, filling the child with strength.

Little Jack, who got his autographed photo again and realized his wish, was overjoyed. He ran to show off to the children, and gave a glance to anyone passing by, so most of the kindergarten children admired the heroic appearance of Iron Man.

Little Jack got a signed photo of making a wish, and this Saturday, Daisy also got a sunny day for making a wish.

There are also answers to unsolved mysteries about Liz.

When sharing wishes, the little friend Liz came onto the stage and said that her wish was to be Daisy.

Missy just winked at Daisy.

"Because you want to be Iron Man's kid?" Little Jack asked.

Liz looked at Daisy, a little shy, lowered her head, and spoke softly: "No."

"I want to be a little friend like Daisy." Liz blushed more and more, "She always helps others and is very enthusiastic... oops!"

The little girl couldn't bear the weight of shyness, she didn't finish her sentence, she rushed out the door covering her face.

The sharing class was not over.

Most of the time, Sophia spent chasing Liz, who was running shyly all over the kindergarten.

"Compared to imitating Daisy, I think she should imitate Missy's thick skin first." Sheldon said.