At eight o'clock in the evening, Chu Qingyue told the children a story, and Mu Qingluan sat quietly beside him, and with the children in front of the audience.

At 9:30 pm, the children were still satisfied and the dean asked the children to turn off the lights and go to bed.

Chu Qingyue doesn't come every day, so the children are particularly together with him.

But time flies, and more than ten hours have passed without realizing it.

No matter how reluctant the children are, they cannot delay their rest.

At their age, it is important to have enough rest.

But facing the children's reluctance to leave, Chu Qingyue couldn't bear to refuse, but Mu Qingluan came forward to solve the problem at this time.

"It's better for Sister Mu to tell you a story, but after you tell it, you have to sleep well."

Mu Qingluan's voice is very nice, neither light nor heavy, soft and soft.

It is very different from Chu Qingyue's voice, and it has the tenderness of a woman, but it actually has a more soothing effect.

"Can you do it?" The suspicious and disdainful words were the little boy who was quite hostile to her in the morning.

Mu Qingluan didn't care about him, and she smiled provocatively, "You'll know if you've heard of it."

This makes other children look forward to it.

Hearing that she is so confident, is the story very different from what Brother Chu said?

And the boy couldn't refuse, as if he refused, he was afraid that she would really say it was wonderful.

He didn't believe it, she could still be Brother Chu.

Listen just listen.

"But before I tell the story, you must all lay down."

Mu Qingluan asked.

Upon hearing this, the children immediately stood up obediently and climbed onto their own bed to lie down.

The dean looked at the children who had just been begging and immediately went to bed and covered the quilt with a slut, and looked at Mu Qingluan with a gratitude.

Responded with a silent chuckle.

When Jinyuan was a child, Yihan rarely had time to accompany Jinyuan because of his busyness, especially when he was sleeping.

At that time, Jin Yuan, who was only a little older, always insisted on waiting for Yihan to come back before going to bed.

It is not wrong for a child to want to meet his father before going to bed.

Naturally, everyone couldn't bear to be too strict. It was also from that time that Mu Qingluan would always use various methods to coax him to bed.

And the most effective ones are naturally bedtime stories.

Some of them are real, what her reporters have seen and heard for many years, but they didn't expect that the child would listen carefully even though he was young, and some were seen by her reading books.

For Jin Yuan, she prefers more to those stories of real suffering.

Although the child is young, there is actually a mirror in his heart.

Every time I listen to it, my child will be particularly silent, but he will become more and more well-behaved and sensible every day.

His current sensibility is actually inseparable from her story.

Faced with these children, Mu Qingluan chose fairy tales.

Because they have suffered enough pain, there is no need to add to the story. A beautiful story may bring them a glimmer of hope.

"There is a child who lives on an asteroid about the size of a house. He has no friends and is alone."

Mu Qingluan's voice was very gentle, deliberately lowering it and softening it, like a warm palm stroking the children's hearts.

Chu Qingyue didn't expect that she would tell the little prince, but she seemed to understand why she chose this story.

The lights in the room were turned off by the dean, and only the moonlight shone in through the window.

In such a cold winter, it was not bright, so he looked at it very seriously.
Chapter completed!