Lu Weisha's father was right. A child's childhood should not only be accompanied by toys and TV sets, but also by books with words and illustrations. Yang Yi also wanted to cultivate Xi Xi's interest in reading. Therefore, after dinner, Yang Yi took Xi Xi out to buy children's books.
Because Murphy was at home, Yang Yi was worried. He did not take Xi Xi to the Haihong Children's Mall in the Binhai District. Instead, he chose a nearby mall, which had the largest bookstore in Tingshan District. Naturally, there would also be a section for children's books.
"PaPa, can I get down and walk by myself?" After Yang Yi picked up the little girl for a while, she felt that shopping in her father's arms was not enjoyable enough, so she struggled to get down.
"Then you can't run around. There are adults here. If you are not careful, you will be knocked down." Yang Yi had to put Xi Xi down and warned her. Watching his daughter grow up day by day, there were good and bad things. Now she was no longer infatuated with her father's arms.
However, it seemed that there was nothing bad about it. Xi Xi seemed to gradually become less naughty. After listening to her father's "threat", she really did not run around. She even put her little hand into her father's big hand.
"PaPa, I want you to hold me." Xi Xi did not know what she was happy about. She looked up and said to her father with a smile. Her sweet voice still had a strong dependence on her father.
Yang Yi held Xi Xi's little hand with a knitted glove. Looking at the little girl's beautiful smiling eyes, his mood suddenly became cheerful.
They came to the children's book section of the bookstore. There was a dazzling array of books, as well as colorful patterns on the covers, which immediately dazzled Xi Xi. The little girl looked left and right, forgetting to move.
"Xi Xi, come and see what this is." Yang Yi saw some familiar faces in the bestseller section. He chuckled, raised his eyebrows at Xixi, and said, "Don't worry.
The little girl was still in a state of extreme distraction. She looked at other beautiful patterns and moved unsteadily to her father's side.
This little muddle-headed girl gave people the feeling that she was defenseless. Perhaps anyone who saw her could not help but want to take her away.
"Look at this, what is it?" Yang Yi smiled, took a fairy tale book from the bookshelf, and shook it at Xi.
"What is it?" Xi looked at her father with her big eyes very puzzled.
"Look at this, do you recognize the words on it?" Yang Yi pointed at the title of the book and said to Xi.
Xi Xi finally recovered and concentrated on looking at the cover. Immediately, the little girl raised her head in surprise. Her gloved little hand was still pressing the two words "Xi Xi" on the cover, and she said to her father, "PaPa, this is my name."
But soon, the little girl had self-doubt again, "No, no, my name is Yang Xi."
"These two characters are Xi!" Yang Yi said with a smile.
"It's also my name!" Xi Xi finally made the final judgment. She looked up at her father with some surprise, as if it was her turn to tell her discovery, "PaPa, this is my name!"
"Yes! Because this is the book that PaPa wrote for you. Look at the pictures on it, don't they look familiar? "Yang Yi smiled, pointing to the cartoon characters interspersed on the cover and said.
"This is Pinocchio, this is Sid, this is Elephant, the woolly elephant …" At this time, the little girl finally recognized them, and she said happily.
"Yes, these are the stories that PaPa told you, a collection of stories. This is called" Xi Xi's Bedtime Story 2 ", and then here is" Xi Xi's Bedtime Story ", the first one, and" Journey to the West "…" Yang Yi picked up a few books and said to Xi Xi.
"So many books!" The little girl looked at her father with a smile. She still couldn't understand the meaning of these, but Xi Xi was still very happy.
"Lu Weisha's father said that when he returns to Sweden on vacation, he will bring you the storybooks of their country." Yang Yi said with a smile, "So let's also buy some storybooks written by PaPa and give them to Lu Weisha in a few days, okay?"
There was a problem. These storybooks that Yang Yi gave were all in Chinese. Lu Weisha and her father definitely couldn't understand them, so they could only give them to each other as cultural gifts.
Of course, Yang Yi was inspired by the sale of the copyright of "Prison Break" abroad, and he also personally translated his own works. The most important ones were "Xi Xi's Bedtime Story", but the main purpose was to be used by the film and television manufacturers in the United States, so they hadn't been released on the market yet.
It was also convenient to make them into physical books. Yang Yi asked Lu Benjie to arrange that after these fairy tales were sold in the United States, he could also send two more to Lu Weisha. Of course, this might take a long time.
However, Yang Yi still preferred to send Chinese books. After all, the other party also sent books in their mother tongue, so he had to have some cultural confidence. Lu Weisha couldn't understand it, but she could slowly learn some Chinese!
"Okay! PaPa, is this a gift? "Xi Xi didn't think so much. The little girl smiled happily and even asked a question.
"Yes, Lu Weisha's father gave us a gift, so we also have to give them some gifts in return." Yang Yi smiled at Xi Xi and said.
After throwing a few books in the shopping basket, Yang Yi still got down to business. He looked for children's books that he or Murphy could read with Xi Xi before going to bed at night.
However, after going through the best-seller bookshelf, Yang Yi frowned slightly.
The books here weren't suitable for Xi Xi to read. It wasn't that the stories were bad, as Yang Yi hadn't carefully read the content of the stories. It was that they were similar to the stories that he wrote, and were more inclined to use words to narrate.
It was densely printed with small characters and gorgeous words. Obviously, it was not a book that Xixi could understand at her age. If he really wanted to read them, he had to wait until Xi Xi was at least eight or nine years old, when she was more literate.
After going through several counters, Yang Yi finally found a counter. The books on the counter were like comics, and there were more illustrations. What was more interesting was that there were many children who came to the mall with their parents, and they were flipping through the books with relish.
There were big and small children. The younger ones were six or seven years old, like primary school students, and the older ones were in their early teens. Each of them was holding a children's book, standing in front of the bookshelf, sitting cross-legged on the ground, or sitting with half of their buttocks squeezed on the edge of the bookshelf. They were very engrossed in reading. Yang Yi walked past them with Xi Xi, but they didn't raise their heads, as if they didn't notice.
Xi Xi looked at these little brothers and sisters curiously, and there was a trace of yearning in her eyes. He didn't know if she found reading interesting, or if she simply wanted to follow the crowd, but this atmosphere really made the little girl have a desire to read like them.
However, compared to the other bookshelves, the front of this bookshelf was a bit crowded. The little girl carefully followed behind her father, and she was afraid that she would accidentally step on others.
Yang Yi put the shopping basket on a high place, randomly picked two books, and casually asked Xi Xi, "Which ones do you want to read?"
In this environment, Xi Xi couldn't help but stick close to her father. After hearing her father's question, she raised her small head and looked at her father with some confusion in her eyes.
"I don't know …" the little girl whispered.
She whispered so softly because she was also afraid of disturbing the little brothers and sisters who were reading seriously. It seemed that reading was really a very sacred thing.
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