House Dad’s Literary Life

Let Xixi and the small oil rafts change, Mo Fei will be blasting, let Yang Yi bring Xixi back to the master bedroom: “Okay, okay, don’t tease your brother to play, today he is happy, you I will tease him again, and I will not be able to sleep until I feel so excited. You can’t sleep.”

“Mama, then I will play with my brother tomorrow, okay?” Little girl said with some reluctance.

“Tomorrow, you can play with your brother when you come back from school,” Mo Fei said.

Yang Yi smiled and touched her daughter’s small head and said, “Go, Dad takes you to the book.”

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It was almost nine o’clock in the night. In the master bedroom of Yang Yi’s home, Xixi was cleverly involved in Dad’s arms, reading and communicating with his father’s paintings and words on the album.

In fact, not only Yang Yi, but many young parents are also entangled in storytelling by their own children, or hope that parents can be more accompanied, in the arms of fathers and mothers, children can sleep peacefully and enter a sweet dream!

However, at this time, in Shantytown, Jiangcheng Wuhu District, a young building in the same building as Yang Yi’s previous building, a young mother was dragging her tired body and coming up the stairs.

Fortunately, open the door, have warm lighting, and the care of her mother.

The mother helped her through her bag and shouted with concern: “Ying, have you eaten?”

Yu Ying, 28, a single mother from a small city in Sichuan Province, went to work in Shanghai after graduating from high school. She was married to her boyfriend at the age of 20, five years ago because of long-term family conflicts (mainly giving birth to her daughter) Her mother-in-law was dissatisfied. She was also tempted by her mother-in-law when she was confined, and she was unwilling to have a second child, which caused a bigger contradiction. She and her increasingly violent quarrel between her husband and wife, she divorced with her daughter to Jiangcheng.

Five years later, daughter Yu Xiaowei, who has been in elementary school at the age of seven this year. Yu Ying also took the lead of a big hotel from a small waiter, and her income has improved.

However, the income of single mother alone is limited. In order to pay the sponsorship fee and let her daughter attend a better private elementary school, Yu Ying is reluctant to change the rented house. She still lives in Shantytown.

Why do you want to go to a private elementary school? Because she does not have Jiangcheng’s property, the damn hukou policy restricts her choices, and the cheap private primary school management is chaotic and the teaching quality is poor. Yu Ying, who has regretted it now, hopes that her daughter can have a good future, so Even if you sell iron in the pot, you should let your daughter go to a good school to study.

Fortunately, at least Yu Xiaowei has already read the second grade, and the family is barely able to go…

And when she goes to work, she has a mother at home to help her bring her children, buy food and cook, without her worrying too much. It’s just hard work in the catering industry. It’s the norm after coming back so late. Yu Ying’s time with her daughter is not that much.

“Eat!” Yu Ying smiled at her mother. She asked, “Is Little Wei resting?”

The mother shook her head and said: “She just finished her homework.”

At this time, the door of the bedroom was also opened. A little girl wearing a sweater and a reddish face was looking out of the small head. She heard the movement.

“Little Wei, you see, what did Mom bring to you?” Yu Ying smiled, taking a bag of new books from her mother’s bag hanging on the door of the cupboard and shaking her daughter.

Actually there are surprises? Yu Xiaowei, who had seen her mother already very happy, rushed up and asked a little bit: “Mom, what is this?”

Yu Xiaowei is a bit introverted, probably because she is not accompanied by her father. Especially at school, she rarely talks to her classmates. Anan quietly studies at her desk.

Yu Ying is both distressed and helpless in this situation. She can only use her day and night to accompany her daughter.

Of course, Yu Ying also thought about changing jobs, but what can she do? Or is there a better option? For many years, I have been working in the catering service industry. In other good industries, she has no experience, changing jobs, and the cost from scratch is too great. Moreover, the private primary school where my daughter is now has a large sum of money for the annual sponsorship fee. I can’t afford it.

Yu Ying doesn’t have any special skills. Because of the partiality in high school, the language is particularly good. I don’t know if it is a good language. But how can people like her a high school graduate like the “higher” industry like editor?

Far away, Yu Ying hugged her daughter and handed the unopened book to her. She smiled and said: “Xixi’s Bedtime Stories», the mother’s boss told her that this book is very beautiful and suitable for your children to read. So at noon today, my mother sneaked out and bought it for you!”

“Thank you mom, you have worked hard!” Yu Xiaowei cleverly held his mother’s neck and whispered.

Yu Ying smiled gratifiedly and felt that the tiredness of the day was worth it!

Yu Ying helped her daughter to open the plastic film and let the little girl take it herself. She still needs to take a shower and wash clothes!

When Yu Ying was busy, it was already more than ten o’clock in the night. When the mother saw her busy, she came out of the bedroom and whispered: “It is already asleep, you are lighter!”

Mother sleeps in the small bedroom next to it, the small bedroom is only enough to put a bed, there is no room to move, and there is no window, dark and dark, if you do not open the door to sleep, you must suffocate, now it is spring, over the stage The time is warmer and there will be some dampness…

But what is the solution? This is life!

Yu Ying accompanied her mother and watched her mother lie down. She inexplicably felt some noses sour and quickly said: “Mom, are you warmer? Do you want me to take another bed for you?”

After a moment of concern, Yu Ying returned to the master bedroom room. The bedroom was not too big, but the next wardrobe and a desk could be placed. In the morning, a little sunshine could be seen outside the window.

Yu Xiaowei has fallen asleep on the bed, and the pillow is next to the «Xixi’s Bedtime Stories» she brought to the little girl. Yu Ying slammed her feet and sat on the edge of the bed, watching her daughter’s sleep.

Yu Xiaowei Like Yu Ying, the look of the beautiful and beautiful show is also a beautiful woman’s billet. However, what makes Yu Ying feel bad is that her daughter still has some frowning brows after falling asleep.

Yu Ying’s sensibility and introversion made Yu Ying feel distressed. She also wanted to spend more time with her children, because the book said that most of the introverted and autistic children gradually locked themselves in because of the lack of parental love. In the cage of thinking.

Perhaps if she spends a little more time communicating with Yu Xiaowei, Yu Xiaowei can also become more cheerful and lively.

But now, Yu Ying still has to clean up her mood. She has no other way but to maintain the status quo.

I couldn’t sleep for a while, Yu Ying turned on the desk lamp, sat at the desk and looked at the fairy tale book that my boss said was very good.

I have to say that these fairy tales are really wonderful. After writing and finishing by Yang Yi’s, Yu Ying is also very interested in reading. Especially after she saw the story of Cinderella, Yu Ying was such a “big” mother, and I think this story is very interesting!

“Is there no Cinderella story in reality?” Yu Ying said with emotion. “And, not every prince will love his wife after getting married… I think so, is it a bit too radical? Or let Little Wei retain some more beautiful fantasy? Can’t let her small age bear the same pressure as me.”

Yu Ying looked at it with gusto, and suddenly, a piece of colored paper floated down.

“what is this?”