After letting Xi Xi play with Tong Tong for a while, Murphy wanted to chase them away. She asked Yang Yi to bring Xi Xi back to the master bedroom. "Alright, alright, stop playing with your brother. He's already very happy today. If you continue to play with him, he'll be so excited that he won't be able to sleep later. You won't be able to sleep either."
"Mom, I'll play with my brother tomorrow, okay?" the little girl said reluctantly.
"You can play with your brother tomorrow when you come back from school," Murphy said.
Yang Yi smiled and patted his daughter's head. "Let's go. Daddy will take you to read."
…
It was almost nine o 'clock at night. In the master bedroom of Yang Yi's house, Xi Xi was nestled in her father's arms obediently. She pointed at the pictures and words in the album with her father, reading and conversing with him with great interest.
In fact, it wasn't just Yang Yi. Many young parents were also being pestered by their children to tell them stories, or they hoped that their parents could accompany them more. Only in the arms of their parents could their children sleep peacefully and enter the land of sweet dreams!
However, at this time, in the village of Wuhu District of Jiang City, in a densely packed apartment similar to the apartment Yang Yi used to live in, a young mother was dragging her tired body up the stairs.
Fortunately, when she opened the door, there was a warm light and her mother's caring gaze.
The mother helped her carry her bag and nagged with concern, "Ying Er, have you eaten?"
Yu Ying, 28 years old, was a single mother from a small city in Sichuan Province. After graduating from high school, she came to Shanghai to work. When she was 20 years old, she got pregnant and married her boyfriend. Five years ago, because of long-term family conflicts (mainly because she gave birth to a daughter, her mother-in-law was not satisfied. She was also angry at her mother-in-law during her confinement, so she didn't want to have a second child in a fit of pique, which led to an even bigger conflict) and the increasingly fierce arguments between her husband and wife, she divorced and moved to Jiang City with her daughter.
Now, five years later, her daughter, Yu Xiaowei, was already seven years old and was in elementary school. Yu Ying had also been promoted from a small waitress to the foreman of a large restaurant. Her income had improved.
However, no matter how much a single mother's income was, it was still limited. In order to save money to pay for sponsorship fees and let her daughter study in a better private primary school, Yu Ying was reluctant to rent a better house. Now, she was still living in a village in the city.
Why did he want to go to a private primary school? Because she didn't have a property in Jiang City, the damn household registration policy limited her choices. Moreover, the cheap private primary school was poorly managed and the teaching quality was poor. Yu Ying, who regretted it now, naturally hoped that her daughter could have a good future. Therefore, even if she had to sell everything, she wanted her daughter to study in a good school.
Fortunately, Yu Xiaowei was already in the second grade, and her family could barely get by …
Moreover, when she went to work, her mother was at home to help her take care of the children, buy groceries, and cook. She didn't have to worry too much. However, working in the food and beverage industry was tough after all. It had become normal for her to come home so late. Yu Ying didn't have much time to accompany her daughter.
"Yes!" Yu Ying smiled at her mother and asked, "Is Xiaowei resting?"
Her mother shook her head and said, "She just finished her homework."
At this time, the bedroom door was also opened. A little girl in a sweater with a face slightly red from the cold poked her head out. She heard the movement.
"Xiaowei, look, what did mom bring you?" Yu Ying smiled and took out a brand-new bag of books from her mother's bag hanging on the cabinet door. She shook it at her daughter.
There was actually a surprise? Seeing her mother, Yu Xiaowei, who was already very happy, rushed forward and asked in a small voice, "Mom, what is this?"
Yu Xiaowei was a little introverted. Perhaps it was because she didn't have a father to accompany her. Especially in school, she rarely talked to her classmates and quietly studied at her desk.
Yu Ying felt distressed and helpless about this situation. She could only try her best to use one day a week to accompany her daughter.
Of course, Yu Ying also thought about changing jobs, but what could she do? Or was there a better choice? For so many years, she had been in the food service industry. She had no experience in other better industries. The cost of changing jobs and starting from scratch was too high. Moreover, the private primary school her daughter was in now had a large annual sponsorship fee. She couldn't afford to delay it.
Yu Ying also didn't have any special skills. In high school, she was especially good at Chinese. She didn't know if it counted. But in a "high-end" industry like editing, why would they want a high school graduate like her?
Yu Ying carried her daughter and handed her the unopened book. She smiled and said, "'Xi Xi's Bedtime Story'. Mom's boss told mom that this book is very good and suitable for children like you to read. So mom secretly went out this afternoon and bought it for you!"
"Thank you mom, you worked hard!" Yu Xiaowei obediently hugged her mother's neck and whispered.
Yu Ying smiled with relief. She 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 a look. She still had to take a shower and wash her clothes!
When Yu Ying was done, it was already past ten at night. Seeing that she was done, her mother came out of the bedroom and whispered, "She's already asleep. Be gentle!"
Her mother was sleeping in the small bedroom next door. The small bedroom was only big enough for a bed. There was no room to move around, and there were no windows. It was dark. If she didn't open the door to sleep, she would definitely be bored to death. It was spring now, and it would get warmer and a little damp …
But what else could she do? This was life!
Yu Ying accompanied her mother. Seeing her mother lying down, she inexplicably felt a little sour in her nose. She quickly covered it up and said, "Mom, is your blanket warm? Do you want me to get another one for you? "
After caring for her for a while, Yu Ying returned to the master bedroom. The bedroom wasn't very big, but it could fit an additional wardrobe and desk. In the morning, there was a brief glimpse of sunlight outside the window.
Yu Xiaowei was already asleep on the bed. Next to the pillow was the book "Xi Xi's Bedtime Story" that she had just bought for the little girl. Yu Ying crept closer, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at her daughter's sleeping face.
Like Yu Ying, Yu Xiaowei was delicate and pretty. She was also a beauty. However, what made Yu Ying's heart ache was that after her daughter fell asleep, she was still frowning.
This child's sensibility and introversion made Yu Ying's heart ache. She also wanted to spend more time with the child because the book said that most introverted and autistic children gradually locked themselves in a thought cage because they lacked the love and care of their parents.
Perhaps if she had more time to communicate with Yu Xiaowei, Yu Xiaowei could also become more cheerful and lively.
But now, Yu Ying still had to tidy up her mood. She had no other choice but to maintain the status quo.
Unable to fall asleep for a while, Yu Ying turned on the table lamp and sat at the desk. She flipped through the fairy tale book that her boss said was very good.
It had to be said that these fairy tales were indeed wonderful. After being compiled and organized by Yang Yi, Yu Ying read with relish. Especially after she read the story of Cinderella, Yu Ying, as a "big" mother, felt that this story was very interesting!
"There can't be a Cinderella story in reality, right?" Yu Ying sighed in her heart, "Moreover, not every prince will still love his wife after marriage … Am I too extreme in thinking this way? Ai, let Xiaowei keep some beautiful fantasies, right? I can't let her bear the same pressure as me at such a young age. "
Yu Ying flipped through the pages with great interest. Suddenly, a colorful piece of paper floated down.
"What is this?"
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