Hard work after winning the lottery

Si Tao herself was stunned.

He looked down at his feet, then looked up at the world before him.

This completely new perspective gave him an unprecedented sense of wonder and awe.

next second.

"ah--!!!"

A scream powerful enough to lift the roof off burst from his mouth.

That wasn't the sound of crying.

He waved one forearm excitedly, while his other hand clung tightly to the sofa.

"Oh My God!"

The tape in Li Guifen's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

"He's standing up! The third brother is standing up!"

Hua Yun quickly picked up her phone, aimed it at the small, shaky yet incredibly noble figure, and pressed the record button.

Sisi, who had been munching on her toes the whole time, dropped her toes and, imitating her younger brother, huffed and puffed as she crawled toward the coffee table.

Even the quietest Si'an stopped fiddling with his toys. He looked up, his obsidian-like eyes sparkling with a thoughtful light.

Instead of immediately challenging the sofa, he set his sights on his mother's legs.

Hua Yun was kneeling on the ground recording a video when Si An quietly crawled up to her and hugged her knees with her small hands.

"Does An'an have to stand too?"

Hua Yun lowered her voice and asked gently.

Si'an looked up at her mother.

With their younger brother as a role model, Sile and Sian also stood up, one after the other, shakily.

One was holding onto the coffee table, and the other was holding onto their mother's legs.

Three small figures, in three different postures, announced their official entry into the "standing era".

The living room was instantly filled with the family's exclamations and laughter.

"That won't do. The corners of these tables in the house are too dangerous."

Hua Shu and the old man frowned deeply as they watched the three triplets playing.

Just do it.

The next day, the anti-collision strips ordered from Huayun Online arrived.

The whole family mobilized.

Hua Shu was in charge of measuring and cutting, and Li Guifen was in charge of pasting.

The corner of the coffee table in the living room, the leg of the dining table in the dining room, the bedside table in the bedroom, and even the corner of the wall.

All the sharp corners that children could reach and might bump into were covered with thick, soft protective strips.

The entire house seemed to have transformed overnight into a huge, carefully wrapped, safe fortress.

A new world has opened up, and the three little ones seem to have inexhaustible energy.

With their little bottoms sticking out, they held onto anything they could, their calves trembling slightly, as they moved step by step.

That sight was both comical and brought tears to Hua Yun's eyes.

The growth of life is so concrete and small, yet full of power.

Soon, they discovered new toys.

Those are packaging boxes used to pack Xishan Muyun mutton.

To ensure quality during transportation, Huayun specially customized thickened and sturdier corrugated cardboard boxes, which are also the perfect size for children to push around.

I don't know who was the first to discover it.

When Hua Yun came out of the room, she saw Si Tao pushing an empty cardboard box and crashing around the living room.

The cardboard box made a "rustling" sound on the smooth floor, becoming his own personal walking stroller.

This really stirred up a hornet's nest.

Seeing this, Sile and Sian also cried and begged for it.

And so, an incredibly spectacular scene unfolded in the living room.

Three babies, each wearing matching bear pajamas and pushing a cardboard box with the Xishan Muyun logo, engaged in a chaotic chase within the area of ​​the playmat.

They couldn't walk yet, so they could only stagger and push the boxes, moving their feet in a shuffling motion.

But that earnest and excited spirit filled the whole room with vitality.

"Slow down, slow down! Don't bump into my brother!"

Li Guifen followed behind, deeply worried.

The sun was shining brightly that afternoon.

Sitao and Sile were tired from playing with the suitcases and were drinking water while lying in their grandmother's arms.

Hua Yun's heart was gently touched.

She quietly knelt down at the other end of the mat.

She didn't say anything, but just smiled and opened her arms to Si'an.

That was a mother's gentlest, most silent invitation.

Si'an saw it.

He held onto the suitcase, his dark eyes darting around before his gaze fell on his mother's warm embrace.

From where he stood to his mother's arms, it was only a short distance of five or six steps.

"Si'an," Hua Yun's voice was as light as a feather, "come to your mother."

Her eyes were filled with encouragement and expectation.

Si'an pursed her lips.

His little foot, tentatively and slowly, lifted forward.

He left the ground he relied on for support.

In that instant, his body shook violently.

Hua Yun's heart was in her throat.

However, Si'an was still too young.

The little foot that was suspended in mid-air only stayed there for less than a second.

His small body seemed to have lost its backbone, and suddenly swayed to one side.

"Why!"

Hua Yun reached out quickly, but missed.

The little guy, relying on his amazing instincts, turned to the side and landed steadily and softly on his little bottom back on the playmat.

She didn't cry.

He was just a little confused; how did he end up sitting down?

He looked at his feet, then looked up at his mother a few steps away, who also looked regretful.

Those large, obsidian-like eyes were filled with confusion: Strange, what just happened?

Hua Yun burst out laughing.

Her anxiety subsided.

She was too impatient.

Growth is like a flower blooming, not a movie on fast-forward.

We need to wait, we need patience.

The march of time never stops for anyone.

After lunch, Li Guifen laid out a huge crawling mat under the shade of a tree in the yard for the three little ones who had just woken up to play on.

Hua Yun moved a small stool to the side and sat down, processing orders from the online store while occasionally looking up at the three little bundles of flesh wriggling on the floor mat, a gentle smile on her lips.

A one-year-old baby is no longer satisfied with simply standing with support.

They always try to loosen their grip and challenge the limits of their body's balance.

But each time, it ended with a soft, limp squat.

They do it again and again, never tiring of it.

At this moment, Hua Sitao was clinging to the small fence at the edge of the floor mat, his big, dark eyes fixed on the thing in his grandmother Li Guifen's hand.

It was a bright red, glowing little car.

"Sitao, come here to Grandma."

Li Guifen waved the toy in her hand, chuckling as she teased her eldest grandson.

Si Tao let out a longing "ah ah" sound from her little mouth.

He tried to move his feet, but the fence restricted his movement.

He panicked.

His little brows furrowed tightly, making him look like a little old man.