December 9, Friday, Dapang went to Xinjiang far away. At five in the morning, when the sky of Ziyang was still dark, Dapang woke up Xiaopang and said: Pang, I am going to get up. Xiaopang opened half of his eyes and looked at the dim sky outside, and continued to shrink in the quilt: What time is it? Dapang: It's nearly six o'clock. Xiaopang: Oh. Then continue to sleep. Dapang: I'm about to set off, will you make breakfast for me? Xiaopang kissed Dapang's forehead and patted Dapang's back: I love you. And then continue sleeping. Dapang: I love you too. Will you see me off? Xiaopang continued to kiss Dapang's forehead and pat Dapang's back: I love you. Dapang: Okay, then I'll get up. Can I eat tangyuan? Xiaopang muffled in the quilt: Hmm, eight, you can cook eight.
December 10, Saturday, sunny weather. A day suitable for sleeping, so Xiaopang slept all day. At noon, Huahua called and said that her mother and son invited me to have lunch together. Xiaopang looked at the sunny weather outside, weighed the comfort of the quilt, and continued to sleep. Had lunch at two in the afternoon, and ate a bread in the evening.
December 11, Sunday, cloudy weather. Another day suitable for sleeping. Xiaopang struggled in the quilt for a long time, and finally got up at 11:25. Cooked tangyuan to eat, but accidentally put salt instead of sugar. Then changed the bedsheet and washed it, and put a blanket on the bed for mom. After changing, I found that I forgot to lay an electric blanket for her, so I had to redo it. Then mop the floor, after finishing one room, Huahua said go out. So I went out. Came home at 2 o'clock and continued mopping. Phew, so tired. If tomorrow were the eighth day of the week, how nice it would be.