House Dad’s Literary Life Chapter 688: Different girls (3/4)
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Let Xixi and Xiaojiao play for a while, and Murphy is going to blow people up, and let Yang Yi take Xixi back to the master bedroom: "Okay, okay, do n’t tease my brother, he has already played today Happiness is broken, you tease him again, you will be too excited to sleep at night, and you will not sleep at all. "
"Ma Ma, then I will play with my brother tomorrow, okay?" the little girl said reluctantly.
"You can play with your brother when you come back from school tomorrow." Murphy said.
Yang Yi touched her daughter ’s head with a smile and said, "Go, dad takes you to read a book."
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It's almost nine o'clock at night. In the master bedroom of Yang Yi's house, Xi Xi snuggles snuggly in his father's arms, reading and communicating with his father with the paintings and text on the album.
In fact, it ’s not just Yang Yi. Many young parents are also entangled with their children to tell stories at this moment, or hope that their parents will be accompanied a little more. In the arms of parents, the children can sleep peacefully and walk into sweetness Dreamland!
However, at this time, a young mother was dragging her tired body up the stairs in a dense building in the village of Jianghu, Wuhu District, similar to the tube house where Yang Yi used to live.
Fortunately, open the door, there are warm lights, and her mother's caring eyes.
Mother helped her with her bag and nagged with concern: "Yinger, have you eaten?"
Yu Ying, 28 years old, a single mother from a small city in Sichuan Province. After graduating from high school, she went to work in Modu. When she was 20 years old, she married her boyfriend because of pregnancy. Five years ago, she had family conflicts (mainly It ’s because she gave birth to her daughter, her mother-in-law was not satisfied, and she was angry with her mother-in-law when she was confinement. To Jiangcheng.
Five years later, her daughter Yu Xiaowei has entered primary school at the age of seven this year. Yu Ying also became a foreman of a big hotel from a small waiter, and her income improved somewhat.
However, no matter how much the income of a single mother is limited, in order to save money to pay the sponsorship fee, let her daughter go to a better private elementary school, Yu Ying is reluctant to change the rented house, and still lives in the village in the city .
Why go to a private elementary school? Because she does n’t have Jiangcheng ’s real estate, the **** household registration policy restricts her choices, and the cheap private elementary school has chaotic management and poor teaching quality. Now that she has regretted, Yu Ying hopes that her daughter can have a good future, Even if you smash the pot and sell the iron, you should ask your daughter to go to a good school.
Fortunately, at least Yu Xiaowei has already been in the second grade, and the family can barely survive ...
And when she usually goes to work, there is a mother at home who helps her take the children, buys food and cooks without worrying too much about her. It's just that after all, it's hard work in the catering industry. It has become the norm to come back so late, and Yu Ying has not spent much time with her daughter.
"Eat!" Yu Ying smiled with her mother, she asked, "Has Wei Wei rested yet?"
Mother shook her head and said, "She just finished her homework."
At this time, the bedroom door was also opened, and a little girl in a sweater and her face reddish was leaning out of her head, and she heard the movement.
"Xiaowei, look, what did your mother bring you?" Yu Ying smiled and took out a brand new book from her mother's bag hanging on the cabinet door, and shook it with her daughter.
Are there any surprises? Yu Xiaowei threw herself up when she was already very happy to see her mother. The voice asked a little, "Mom, what is this?"
Yu Xiaowei is a little introverted, probably because she is not accompanied by her father. Especially at school, she rarely talks to her classmates and learns quietly on her desk.
Yu Ying feels distressed and helpless about this situation. She can only use her holiday every day to accompany her daughter as much as possible.
Of course, Yu Ying also thought about changing jobs, but what can she do? Or is there a better option? She has worked in the food service industry for many years. She has no experience in other better industries. It is too costly to start a job from scratch. Moreover, the private elementary school where her daughter is now has a large amount of sponsorship fee every year. , Can't afford to delay.
Yu Ying does n’t have any special skills either. In high school, because of the partiality of the subject, the language is particularly good. I do n’t know whether it is counted or not, but why would someone want her to be a high school graduate in an industry like editors who are “high school”?
Faring away, Yu Ying hugged her daughter and handed her the unopened book, and said with a smile: "«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 secretly ran out and bought you! "
"Thank you mother, you worked hard!" Yu Xiaowei whispered, holding her mother's neck cleverly.
Yu Ying smiled happily, feeling that a day's hard work is worth it!
Yu Ying helped her daughter to open the plastic film and let the little girl take it for herself. She also had to bathe and wash clothes!
It means that Ying is busy, it is already more than ten o'clock in the night. My mother saw her busy and came out of the bedroom. She whispered, "Already asleep, you move lighter!"
Mother sleeps in the small bedroom next to it. That small bedroom has only enough space for a bed, and there is no room for it, and there are no windows. It is dark and dark. If you do n’t open the door to sleep, you will definitely be suffocated. It is spring now. , A little warmer in the future, and it will be a little damp ...
But is there any way? This is life!
Yu Ying accompanied her mother and watched her lie down. She inexplicably felt a bit sore in the nose and quickly said in disguise: "Mom, are you under the quilt warm? Do you want me to give you another bed?"
After a while of concern, Yu Ying returned to the master bedroom. This bedroom is not too big, but it can put an extra closet and a desk. In the morning, you can see a little sunshine outside the window briefly.
Yu Xiaowei has fallen asleep on the bed, and beside the pillow is the «Xixi's Bedtime Stories» she just brought to the little girl. Yu Ying crept closer, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her daughter's sleep.
Yu Xiaowei, like Yu Ying, looks beautiful and beautiful, but she is also a beauty, but what makes Yu Ying feel distressed is that her daughter still has some frowning brows after she fell asleep.
Yu Ying felt distressed by the child ’s sensible and introverted attitude. She also wanted to spend more time with her children, because the book said that most of the introverted and autistic children are gradually turning to themselves because of lack of parental care Locked in a thinking cage.
Maybe if she has more time to communicate 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 choice but to maintain the status quo.
After a while, she could n’t sleep, Yu Ying turned on the lamp, sat at the desk, and flipped through the fairy tale book that her boss said was beautiful.
I have to say that these fairy tales are indeed wonderful. After Yang Yi's compilation and arrangement, Yu Ying read it with relish. Especially after she saw the story of Cinderella, Yu Ying was such a "big" mother, she thought the story was very interesting!
"A Cinderella story does not exist in reality?" Yu Ying sighed with emotion, "And, not every prince will still love his wife after getting married ... I think this is a little too extreme. "Ah, let Xiaowei retain some more fantasies? Can't let her young age bear the same pressure as me."
Yu Ying looked up with interest. Suddenly, a piece of colored paper floated down.
"What is this?"