“No, no, let’s do it again. This time, I won’t laugh. I want to record it.”It was too cute.
Yun Xiangxiang, who had laughed enough, urged song Mian.
Song Mian shook his head. “He already has feelings. He won’t have such rich expressions today.”
Children were very adaptable, especially when there were five to eight of them. They were at a stage where they were very sensitive to any feeling and had a strong thirst for knowledge. It was only during this period that he would have some feelings that he had never experienced before, his expression would be very rich.
As expected, song Mian tried again, and Liuliu’s reaction was very calm.
“Then tomorrow?”Yun Xiangxiang looked expectant.
“Is your son’s memory so short?”Song Mian picked up Liuliu, who was a little tired, and let him lie on his shoulder, “The last time was half a month ago. I roughly estimated his memory ability, and I don’t think there will be a next time.”
