Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 321 Storytelling

Originally, Wei Xuan planned to sleep on the sofa, but Song Zhiwei felt sorry for him sleeping on a hard sofa in such a cold day, so she said: "You should sleep on the bed, anyway, the bed is big enough, and the little flower is still small, just sleep next to me .”

The longer she stays with Xiaohua, the stronger Song Zhiwei's idea of ​​adopting Xiaohua becomes, and Wei Xuan doesn't object, so they will become a family sooner or later.

It is normal for a little girl to sleep with her father.

Wei Xuan thought it was a little inconvenient at first, but seeing that Xiao Hua didn't seem to have gender awareness, he hesitated for a while, and slept next to Song Zhiwei.

In order to increase Xiaohua's vocabulary, Song Zhiwei would take time to tell Xiaohua a bedtime story every day, and since Wei Xuan is here today, of course "Dad" will tell it.

Suddenly asked by Song Zhiwei to tell a bedtime story, Wei Xuan froze.

"You can just tell a fairy tale." Song Zhiwei touched his arm with a backhand and said.

Wei Xuan had dark lines on his face. Does he look like a man who wants to read fairy tales?
"Oh, it doesn't matter if it's not a fairy tale. You can just tell one, don't be too bloody and don't scare Xiao Hua." In fact, Song Zhiwei wanted to be lazy, and she almost told all the stories she knew after a few days of telling, so she should It was Wei Xuan's turn to speak.

And it's time to train him to be a "baby dad". Naturally, he will share the responsibility of telling stories to their children in the future.

Wei Xuan thought for a while, and finally recalled a story that he remembered deeply when he was a child from his extremely scarce story storage.

His deep magnetic voice sounded slowly, "Once upon a time there was a statue of a man erected in a square. The man's eyes were made of precious stones."

Song Zhiwei reminded dissatisfiedly: "We need to use more rhetorical vocabulary. The purpose of our story is to let Xiaohua accumulate more vocabulary."

Wei Xuan had to start from the beginning: "Once upon a time there was a statue of a prince in a beautiful square. That prince was very handsome, and his eyes were made of precious stones."

Like all little girls, Xiaohua always pays special attention when she hears words like "prince" and "princess".

Wei Xuan found that telling the story of "Prince" did not cause goosebumps as expected, so he cleared his throat and continued to speak: "Prince stands there quietly every day watching people come and go in the square. There is a pigeon I like the handsome prince very much, and I often sit on his shoulder to chat with him. One day the prince said to the pigeon, "Pigeon, I saw a poor boy in the square last night. He didn't even have money for food. He was hungry for three days." God, you can peck off one of my eyes and give it to him." said the pigeon, "but then you will only have one eye." Said the prince, "it doesn't matter, I want to help that poor little boy. ' So the dove pecked out one of the prince's jeweled eyes and gave it to the little boy."

Xiaohua suddenly groaned, covered her mouth and said, "The prince must be in pain!"

Wei Xuan nodded, "Well, it hurts a lot. So the prince only had one eye left, and the pigeon still often flew to the prince's shoulder to talk to him. One day the prince said, 'Pigeon, I saw the square last night. There is a little girl who is so poor that she has no place to sleep. She has been sleeping in the square for three days. Peck off my other eye and give it to her.' said the pigeon, 'but in this case, you Then I couldn’t see anything.” The prince said, “It’s okay, just do as I tell you.” So the pigeon pecked off the prince’s other jewel eye and gave it to the little girl.”

Xiaohua was even more surprised, "The prince is gone!"

Wei Xuan nodded again, "Yes, the prince can't see anything. Fortunately, pigeons fly to his shoulder every day to tell him what's going on in the square. Summer is over and autumn is here. The migratory birds in the square One after another flew to a warm country to spend the winter, but the pigeon did not leave. The prince asked why it did not leave, and the pigeon said, "I am your eyes, and I will not leave you." The prince was very moved, so they became the most A good friend will accompany each other forever."

Song Zhiwei has also heard this story, and she knows that the final ending is "autumn passed, winter came, the weather got colder and colder, and finally on a cold winter night, the pigeon standing on the prince's shoulder was frozen to death."

But she was very satisfied that Wei Xuan had tampered with the tragic ending, otherwise Xiaohua would definitely be so sad that she shed tears.

"Xiaohua, this story tells us to learn to help others. Even if some things are important to us, if we can help more people, we should give them selflessly, you know?" Song Zhiwei took the opportunity to educate Xiaohua and said .

Xiaohua nodded half understanding, "Xiaohua knows, Xiaohua will help other children."

"What a good boy." Song Zhiwei smiled and rubbed her head.

But this story is short, Wei Xuan speaks very fast, at this point in time, Xiao Hua still wants to hear another story.

Song Zhiwei looked at Wei Xuan, Wei Xuan shook his head, indicating that he had no more stories to tell.

Song Zhiwei racked her brains for a while, and suddenly came up with an instructive story. She gently tucked the quilt for Xiao Hua, and asked, "Xiao Hua, are you afraid of wolves?"

Xiao Hua opened her big eyes and shook her head, "With Aunt Zhiwei, you won't be afraid of wolves."

After hearing this, Song Zhiwei smiled, and she slowly said while recalling: "Once upon a time there was an official named Li."

"What is an official post?" Because Song Zhiwei told Xiaohua to ask questions in time if she didn't understand, Xiaohua interrupted Song Zhiwei's narration.

"It's equivalent to the police uncle, who catches the bad guys." Although Xiao Hua would be a bit obscure when listening to this story, Song Zhiwei really didn't want to tell those unnutritious fairy tales, she explained, "A long time ago, people called the police officers. "

"Oh." Xiaohua understood.

Song Zhiwei continued: "His wife died of illness, leaving only two sons and a daughter. These three children cried day and night. Li Guancha was very distressed and wanted to marry another wife, but the women in the town hated him. His family had too many children and he was unwilling to marry him. One day, Li Guancha was out on errands and suddenly saw a beautiful woman while walking on a secluded mountain road. Li Guancha liked this woman very much, so he went up to talk to her and hoped that she would make a living. His wife. The beauty didn't agree at first, so Li Guancha had no choice but to beg..."

In fact, this story is about Li Guancha, who pleases his beauty, and refuses to strike up a conversation, so he forces him to have sex with him.

Xiaohua definitely couldn't understand the word "yehe", and Song Zhiwei would not say such words that were not suitable for children, so she changed the plot and said that Li Guanchai was begging.

(End of this chapter)