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

At 9:30 p.m., the children were still satisfied after listening to it, so the director asked the children to turn off the lights and go to bed.

Chu Qingyue didn't come every day, so the children spent extra time with him.

It’s just that time flies, and more than ten hours have passed without realizing it.

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

At their age, it's important to get enough rest.

But facing the reluctant looks of the children, Chu Qingyue couldn't bear to refuse, but Mu Qingluan stepped forward to solve the problem at this time.

"How about Sister Mu tell you a story, but after telling it, you have to go to sleep."

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

It was very different from Chu Qingyue's voice. It had a feminine softness and was actually more soothing.

"Are you okay?" The suspicious and disdainful words came from the little boy who was quite hostile to her that morning.

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

Saying this gave the other children something to look forward to.

Hearing her so confident, is the story very different from what Brother Chu told?

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

He didn't believe that she could still care about her brother.

Just listen.

"But before I tell the story, you all need to lie down."

Mu Qingluan demanded.

After hearing this, the children all immediately got up obediently and climbed into their beds to lie down.

The dean looked at the children who had been begging coquettishly just now and immediately got into bed and covered themselves with quilts. He looked at Mu Qingluan with kind eyes and smiled gratefully.

He responded with a silent chuckle.

When Jin Yuan was a child, Yihan had very little time to spend with Jin Yuan because of his busy schedule, especially when sleeping.

Jin Yuan, who was only a little older at that time, always stubbornly wanted to wait for Yi Han to come back before sleeping.

There is nothing wrong with a child wanting to see his father before going to bed.

Naturally, everyone was reluctant to be too harsh, and from that time on, Mu Qingluan would always use various methods to coax him to sleep.

The most effective ones are naturally bedtime stories.

Some of them were true, and were what she had seen and heard as a reporter for many years. Unexpectedly, the child listened attentively even though he was young, and some of them were what she had read while reading.

For Jin Yuan, she prefers stories about real suffering.

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

The child would be extremely silent every time after listening, but he would become more well-behaved and sensible day by day.

His current sensibility is actually inseparable from her story.

Faced with these children, Mu Qingluan chose fairy tales.

Because they have endured enough suffering, there is no need to add to it with stories. Beautiful stories may bring them a glimmer of hope.

"There was a child who lived on an asteroid about the same size as a house. He had no friends and was alone."

Mu Qingluan's voice was very gentle, deliberately lowered and soft, like a big warm hand caressing the children's hearts.

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

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

In such a cold winter, it was not bright, so he looked at it very carefully.
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