Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Chapter 479

Daisy's My Little Pony breaks a hole, which makes her very sad.

Speaking of it, both Daisy and Benben are responsible, because both of them were at the scene of the crime, which directly or indirectly caused the damage of My Little Pony.

Daisy thinks it's her fault, she shouldn't have told Bumble to throw her My Little Pony through the door.

Benben thought it was his fault. He could have thrown it with less effort. If he had moved a little more lightly, the pony would not have made a hole.

The two of them sat dejectedly on the floor of the toy room, both deeply introspective.

But even if you look back from dark to dawn, a torn and tossed My Little Pony on a hook won't be back.

Daisy lowered her head and gently stroked My Little Pony's wound with her small hands.

The one horn on the pony's head was pierced, and the cotton inside protruded fluffy, like a pony with a pile of light and fluffy snow.

It's not pretty.

Daisy tried to stuff the cotton back, but this puppet is really genuine, the cotton is very elastic, stuffed in and popped out, stuffed in and popped out, over time, it's not like trying to restore it, but like whack-a-mole .

"How about this?" Daisy asked.

Stupid doesn't know either.

He went out in silence, turned back after a while, and handed Daisy a Band-Aid.

It just doesn't help.

My Little Pony has Band-Aids on his horns, with cotton stuck in them, but it looks even uglier.

Daisy's mood worsened.

"My little pony got a hole?" Natasha asked.

She will stay at Stark's house for a few days before leaving. These days, Wendy's work is much easier than usual, because when Daisy encounters a problem, the first thing she looks for is not her, but Natasha.

Natasha is punching right now.

The sandbags in the gym were banging, and she could hear the wind when she swung her fist.

Seeing Daisy come in with the doll in her arms, Natasha stopped her fists, took off her boxing gloves, picked up a towel to wipe the sweat off her forehead, and asked, "What's wrong?"

She then sees Dash's My Little Pony display.

"It's terrible." Natasha said.

"Yes." Daisy drooped her face. "It's terrible. What should I do, Aunt Cortana?"

"It's okay." Natasha bent down and touched Daisy's head, "I think we can cure it."

So Tony came out of the study, looking for a drink, passed the living room, and saw Natasha sitting there, holding a rainbow pony.

Natasha's needlework is not very good, her fingers are callused, which may make her look a little clumsy when picking a needle, but she is careful and patient, willing to spend an hour sitting there Help Daisy sew a puppet.

"What happened to your pony?" Tony asked.

Daisy was staring at Natasha's sewing hands seriously, but when she heard her father's voice, she raised her head and said sadly, "Dad, my pony is broken."

"So can Natasha sew?" Tony asked.

Natasha also raised her head: "Of course."

"Well." Tony turned to his daughter, "Natasha helped you sew up the pony, can it make you feel better?"

Daisy thought about it and said softly, "Yes, Dad."

"That's good." Tony said.

In fact, Daisy's family is so rich, they can directly exchange for a new pony puppet, which is flawless and has the latest style on the market.

Later, Daisy told Missy about this in the kindergarten, and Missy also asked her: "Why don't you buy a new one, don't you like the new one?"

"I like it." Daisy said, "but I only want the original one."

No amount of new ones can replace the original one that accompanied us day and night.

Tony knew it, and so did Natasha.

Buying a new one is much quicker and easier than mending the old one, but no one said that.

Natasha took less time than expected.

Although she doesn't know how to sew normally, she is a skilled player, and she has made up the horn of My Little Pony.

Of course, the patched puppet can't look exactly the same as the original one, but it's already pretty good, at least the cotton doesn't come out anymore, and the lines are considered neat.

"Here." Natasha returned my little pony to Daisy, "Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied, Aunt Cortana!" Daisy quickly took my little pony over.

My Little Pony mended it, but Daisy was not as happy as she imagined.

She was not at all picky about Natasha's craftsmanship, but looking at the pony in her arms, her depression seemed to take root in her heart and linger.

On this day, Daisy seldom talked, and when she ate at night, she was chewing delicious food, which was also tasteless.

If Little Daisy Stark feels that the food is not delicious, it means that there is something in his heart.

Seeing this, Tony kept his composure and put an extra piece of meat on Daisy's dinner plate.

After dinner, Daisy looked at the stars on the balcony with her pony in her arms.

"She's not feeling very happy," Natasha said to Tony.

Tony nodded: "I know. It's not your problem."

Daisy seemed to have no reason to be unhappy.My Little Pony has made it up, and the dinner tonight is also delicious. After thinking about it, I can't think of anything else that would make her unhappy.

Maybe it's just a childish temper tantrum, no big deal.

Tony didn't think it was a big deal.

He walked slowly to the balcony, saw Daisy looking back, and said, "You seem to have something on your mind, Miss Stark."

"Dad." Daisy looked at her father and sighed, "I feel a little bad."

"Is it troublesome?" Tony asked.

"Yes." Daisy said, "There are some troubles."

"Then I'd like to hear it." Tony said.

"Dad, shouldn't this be?" Daisy asked.

"What shouldn't?"

"My pony has gotten better, but my heart is still very bad." Daisy stroked the pony's unicorn, "Isn't that right?"

"Who told you this was wrong?" Tony asked.

"I heard Heather's mother say to Heather." Daisy said.

Daisy once went to Heather's house and saw Heather crying.

It is very shameful to cry in front of guests, so Heather hid in her room for a long time, Daisy could only eat snacks in the living room with Angela and the others, and Heather came out after the third plate of snacks .

Daisy knew why Heather was crying.

Heather told her mother she was upset.

Heather's mother was very busy, so she took some time out of her busy schedule and asked Heather: "What makes you unhappy? You have the most beautiful clothes, the most expensive toys, and all the servants serve you, my dear. I can't think of anything that makes you unhappy."

"But Mom, I still can't be happy." Heather said.

"Honey," said Heather's mother, "you might have to learn to tell the difference between being greedy and being unhappy. I'll teach you next time, okay?"

Heather's mother said that being unhappy when nothing is going wrong is greed.

To explain it to children is greed, but in the world of adults it is commonly called hypocrisy.

"Do you think it's greed, Dad?" Daisy asked.

"To be honest, I don't think so." Tony said, "I think there must be something wrong, and your mood is depressed."

"What do you think you can do to cheer yourself up?" he asked.

"I want to talk to you, Dad," Daisy said.

Tony nodded happily: "Okay. What are you talking about?"

"My pony is not exactly the same as before." Daisy said, "Auntie Cortana has mended its horns, but it is not exactly the same as before."

"Does it make you sad that it's ugly?" Tony asked.

"No." Daisy pursed her mouth, and the depression that had been accumulated all afternoon seemed to surge up, making her unable to bear it, "I broke the pony, it was fine yesterday, but today it broke, so I can't go back. It's here."

If the mirror is broken, it can be glued back, but the mirror that is glued back is not the original piece.

Daisy couldn't let go of this incompleteness for a long time, and didn't know how to express this inability to let go. She felt uncomfortable, and now she stumbled to describe it, as if turning the emotional faucet and crying in her father's arms.

"Okay." Tony whispered, "I see."

Heather cried the same way.

Heather heard her mother's explanation about greed, and cried out like Daisy. Her mother asked her what she was crying for, but Heather shook her head while crying, unable to explain why.

Then Heather's mother said, "Let the driver take you to pick out your favorite toys, okay?"

"It's not a toy!" Heather said, "It has nothing to do with toys!"

The cries of the two children merged uncontrollably, but when Daisy stopped crying, she felt much better.

"Feeling better?" Tony asked.

"Be nice, Dad," Daisy said.

"Imperfection is a pity." Tony looked at My Little Pony with Daisy's tears on her face, "but this scar makes it more unique than any other pony. Being cut by a hook is its adventure, and it can be mended." Its marks are its medals."

"Medal?" Daisy raised her head and asked.

Her eye sockets were still moist, but there was a sudden light in her eyes.

"Yes." Tony said, "It has a rare experience that other ponies don't have. Isn't it worth being happy for it?"

Daisy laughed through her tears: "It's just a special medal!"

"That's right." Tony said, "If you're still willing to show off, how about going to have a cup of sweet milk together?"

"I would!" Daisy said.

When she drank the milk, she put the pony beside her.

Others don't cry over spilled milk, and Daisy doesn't cry now for milk that's no longer perfect.

"You are a good father." That night, after Daisy fell asleep, Natasha and Tony were drinking in the home bar. Natasha swayed the glass and spit out this sentence.

"I just found out now." Tony said, "You should get your eyes checked."

"If it was someone else, I would probably think that there is nothing to be sad about a small problem." Natasha said, "After all, it is a child."

"I'm not a god, and I can't deny other people's feelings based on my own opinion, even a child can't." Tony said, "If she thinks it's not a small problem, then it's not a small problem. Don't deny it, and don't blame it."

Before going to bed, Daisy would kiss her father gently on the face.

"Dad, thank you for helping me," Daisy said, "for helping me with my little problem."

Heather was upset because her mother didn't fulfill her promise to accompany her to buy her favorite toys. Heather's mother asked someone to buy ten toys to compensate Heather.

But Heather felt that it was not a matter of how many toys there were.

Heather's mother still hasn't figured out the reason for this.