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Dabao's problem almost made Yangmei impossible.

She secretly scolded Liu Chuncao, an idiot, for instilling all kinds of messy ideas into the child, but there was a smile on her face.

"Tell me, Dabao, what's your last name?

What are the surnames of Dani, Erni and Jinbao? "Yangmei guided patiently.

Dabao felt that this question was too simple, and said without hesitation: "Grandma, my surname is Ma.

Dani, Erni and Jinbao are also surnamed Ma. "

Yang Mei scratched Dabao's little nose and said with a smile, "Isn't that right?

You are all surnamed Ma, and you are brothers and sisters connected by blood. You should love each other and live in harmony.

Dani, Erni, and Jinbao are girls who will marry into someone else's family when they grow up.

But when they grow up, they are also your relatives!

Your blood relationship will not change, and neither will your identities. "

Dabao nodded half understanding.

Yang Mei continued to brainwash: "Dabao, grandma hopes that you and Xiaobao will be little men, and also hopes that when you grow up, you can become the support of the sisters Da Ni.

When a girl grows up, she has to leave her own home and marry into someone else's home.

If you meet a bad in-law's family, it is easy to be bullied and wronged in that family.

At this time, a brother like you who can protect the sisters is needed to support them.

The more we value our own family, the more the in-laws of your sisters want to bully our daughter, they have to weigh it, don't they?

You and Xiaobao are also extremely important to Dani, Erni, Jinbao and the others.

If you can protect them, they will trust you more.

Do you think it makes sense? "

Dabao was very happy to be affirmed by his grandma.

He replied emphatically, and said, "Grandma, I want to be a man, and I will protect Dani, Erni and Jinbao from now on, and never let others bully them."

"Okay, grandma, I believe you can do it.

From now on, you can't bully your elder sister and younger sister just because you are a boy, you know? Yang Mei patted Dabao's little head and laughed.

Dabao patted his chest and assured: "Grandma, I understand."

The grandparents' night talk came to an end with the even breathing of Dabao and Xiaobao.

Yang Mei tucked the quilts for the two grandchildren, and then went back to her room.

It's actually still early at this moment, and the colorful nightlife has not yet begun in modern times.

However, there were no entertainment programs in ancient times. After dark, it was necessary to burn oil to light the lamps, so they simply went to bed early in the morning.

As soon as Yang Mei took off her thin jacket, her daughter Ma Youwei came over with her pillow in her arms.

With this appearance, is he going to sleep on the kang with her at night? !

"Mom, I want to sleep with you in the same bed at night!" Ma Youwei said with a smile.

Yang Mei swallowed the words of refusal in her daughter's bright eyes.

"Such a grown-up person, still acting like a baby with mother?!"

Yang Mei pinched her daughter's smooth cheeks, she couldn't help being envious, it's so good to be young!

Ma Youwei quickly took off her outer clothes and got on the kang, lying on the inside.

After Yang Mei blew out the oil lamp, she also lay down immediately.

Ma Youwei leaned her head over, holding Yang Mei's arm with both hands.

To be honest, Yang Mei, a mother-fetal single dog, has spent long nights by herself for more than 30 years, except for the experience of sleeping in the same bed with her grandmother when she was a child.

She was a little unaccustomed to having an extra person by her side, leaning against her in such an intimate posture.

Yang Mei's body froze slightly.

Ma Youwei was thinking about something, but she didn't notice it.

She asked Yang Mei in a low voice: "Mother, did you know about your daughter secretly reading the storybook a long time ago?"

"Yes." Yang Mei smiled, "What's wrong?"

"Mother, don't you really blame me for reading those 'unserious' books?" Ma Youwei continued to ask.

Yang Mei patted her daughter's shoulder and said, "There are many things in this world, and existence is reasonable.

Since the story book can be printed and sold, it means that there is a market demand for it.

But Youwei, my mother still said that, there is a big difference between the story and the reality.

You can be interested, as a pastime to pass the time on weekdays, but you can't be addicted, and you can't lose yourself. "

The reason why Ma Youwei has been sneaking around is because she is worried that once her mother finds out that she reads such a script, she will be very angry and will scold her for being immoral.

But Mother's attitude was completely different from what she expected, so Ma Youwei wanted to test Mother's bottom line further.

She pondered for a moment, and then said: "Mother, I want to discuss something with you."

Yang Mei calmly asked, "What's the matter?"

"Mom, I want to write my own script."

Ma Youwei plucked up the courage to speak out the dream that she always wanted to do in her heart, but had been struggling with conflicts and dared not speak out.

Yang Mei was a little surprised.

But after a few breaths, she adjusted her mentality.

She suddenly thought of the modern popular Internet literature. Many of the authors of Internet literature were actually readers in the beginning.

If you read a lot of novels, it is inevitable that you will have the idea of ​​wanting to write your own story.

Of course, not everyone who wants to be a web author can succeed.

In this line of work, in addition to a bit of talent, you also need perseverance, patience and perseverance to persevere.

Others, Yang Mei, don't know, but she herself has scrapped two or three beginnings, not to mention that the works don't meet the signing standards, and sometimes when she writes, there is a kind of embarrassment that she will hate the book when it's time to use it.

Yang Mei is not saying that she is uneducated, but when she writes, her style of writing and the choice of words and sentences seem rather stiff and embarrassing.

Ma Youwei wanted to write a storybook by herself, which has to be said to be courageous.

Yang Mei smiled and asked: "What is the nature of your desire to write a storybook?

For example, if you are interested in playing tickets for self-entertainment, or if you want to learn from other authors who have written books, you can also find a bookstore to contribute and share your works? "

Ma Youwei's cheeks were slightly red.

She knew that she didn't have any experience in writing scripts before, so it was a bit self-indulgent to say that it was the latter.

But this question was asked by my mother, so what else can I not say in front of my mother?

Ma Youwei confessed her thoughts.

Yang Mei supported and said: "It's pretty good, Mom thinks you can try it.

You bring it up now, do you already have a story in your heart? "

Ma Youwei is a love brain. When she used to read those story books, she had infinite reverie in her mind, and she also tried to construct the plot and the outline of the story by herself.

But it's really inappropriate to tell my mother those charming stories.

After listening to my mother tell the story of Chen Shimei and Qin Xianglian on the bullock cart today, Ma Youwei's inner shock was quite big.

Ma Youwei feels that the thoughtful and educational significance behind this story is more valuable than those "love is bigger than the sky" stories.

She wants more people to see this story.

So she blushed and said to Yang Mei, "Mother, I want to write the story of Chen Shimei and Qin Xianglian."