After letting Xixi and Xiao Tong play for a while, Murphy wanted to slam the person and asked Yang Yi to take Xixi back to the master bedroom: "Okay, okay, don't tease my brother anymore. He is so happy today that you tease him, you will be so excited that you can't sleep even if you are too excited to sleep by yourself."

"Mama, then I'll play with my brother tomorrow, okay?" the little girl said reluctantly.

"I can play with my brother when I come back from school tomorrow." Murphy said.

Yang Yi smiled and touched his daughter's little head, saying, "Let's go, dad will take you to read a book."

...

It was almost nine o'clock at night. In Yang Yi's master bedroom, Xixi was obediently snuggling in her father's arms, pointing to the paintings and words on the album and reading and communicating with relish.

In fact, it is not just Yang Yi. Many young parents are also being pestered by their children to tell stories, or hope that their parents will be more company so that they can fall asleep peacefully and fall into sweet dreams in the arms of their parents!

However, at this time, in a dense building similar to the tube building where Yang Yi used to live, a young mother was dragging her tired body up the stairs with her tired body.

Fortunately, when I opened the door, there were warm lights and her mother's caring eyes.

The mother helped carry her bag and nagged with concern: "Yinger, have you eaten?"

Yu Ying, 28 years old, is a single mother from a small city in Sichuan Province. After graduating from high school, she went to work in the Magic City. At the age of 20, she married her boyfriend due to pregnancy. Five years ago, due to long-term family conflicts (mainly because of giving birth to a daughter, her mother-in-law was not satisfied, and she was angry and unwilling to have a second child because of her mother-in-law during confinement, which caused greater conflicts) and the increasingly fierce quarrel between the couple. She divorced and brought her daughter to Jiangcheng.

Five years later, his daughter Yu Xiaowei is already seven years old this year and has gone to elementary school. Yu Ying has also gone from being a small waiter to becoming the foreman of a big hotel, and her income has improved a bit.

However, no matter how much a single mother earns, she is limited. In order to save money and pay sponsorship fees, Yu Ying was reluctant to exchange for a better house for rent, and she still lives in a village in the city.

Why do you want to go to a private primary school? Because she doesn't have Jiangcheng's real estate, the damn household registration policy restricts her choices. The cheap private primary school has chaotic management and poor teaching quality. Yu Ying, who has regretted it now, hopes that her daughter can have a good future, so even if she sells the blame, she will let her daughter go to a good school to study.

Fortunately, at least Yu Xiaowei has been in the second grade now, and her family can barely get through...

Moreover, when she is at work, she has a mother who helps her take care of her children at home and buys vegetables and cooks, so she doesn’t have to worry too much. It’s just that it’s hard to engage in the catering industry, and it has become the norm to come back so late, and Yu Ying doesn’t spend much time with her daughter.

"Eat!" Yu Ying smiled with her mother, and she asked, "Has Xiaowei rested?"

The 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 a slightly red face stuck out her head, and she heard the movement.

"Xiaowei, look, what did mom bring for you?" Yu Ying smiled, took out a pack of brand new books from the bag that her mother hung on the cabinet door, and shook it with her daughter.

There was actually a surprise? Yu Xiaowei, who was already very happy to see her mother, pounced on her and asked in a small voice: "Mom, what is this?"

Yu Xiaowei is a little introverted, and it may be because she is not accompanied by her father. Especially at school, she rarely talks to her classmates and studies quietly on her desk.

Yu Ying was both distressed and helpless about this situation. She could only use the holidays a day of the week to accompany her daughter.

Of course, Yu Ying also thought about changing jobs, but what can she do? Or is there any better choice? She has been in the catering service industry for so many years, and she has no experience in other better industries. Changing jobs is too expensive to start from scratch. Moreover, the sponsorship fee of her daughter now in the private primary school, which is a lot of money per year, which cannot be delayed.

Yu Ying has no specialties. She was particularly good at Chinese because she was a subject in high school and didn’t know if it counts. But in an industry like “high-end” like editors, how could she want her to be a high school graduate?

After getting far away, Yu Ying held her daughter and handed her the book that had not been opened, and said with a smile: ""Xixi's Bedtime Story", the boss of the mother told her that this book is very good and suitable for you children to read, so at noon today, my mother secretly ran out and bought it for you!"

"Thank you, mom, thank you for your hard work!" Yu Xiaowei hugged her mother's neck obediently and whispered.

Yu Ying smiled with relief, feeling that the day's fatigue is worth it!

Yu Ying helped her daughter take it apart and let the little girl take it to see it herself. She also had to take a shower and wash clothes!

As soon as Yu Ying finished her work, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. When her mother saw her work, she came out of the bedroom and whispered: "I'm asleep, you can move lighter!"

My mother was sleeping in the small bedroom next to her. That small bedroom was only enough to have a bed, there was no room for maneuvering, and there was no window, it was dark and dark. If you didn't sleep with the door open, you would definitely be suffocated. It's spring now, and it will be warmer in a while and it will be a little wet...

But what can I do? This is life!

Yu Ying accompanied her mother over and watched her lying down. She felt a little sore inexplicably, and quickly covered her up and said, "Mom, are you warm in the quilt? Do I want me to bring you another bed?"

After a while of concern, Yu Ying returned to the master bedroom. This bedroom is not too big, but it can accommodate an additional wardrobe and a desk. In the morning, you can see a little sunshine for a short time outside the window.

Yu Xiaowei was already asleep on the bed, and the "Xixi's Bedtime Story" she brought to the little girl was placed next to her pillow. Yu Ying tiptoed over, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at her daughter's sleeping face.

Yu Xiaowei is just like Yu Ying, and she is also a beautiful woman. However, what makes Yu Ying feel distressed is that her daughter still frowns after she fell asleep.

This child's sensibility and introversion made Yu Ying feel distressed. She also wanted to spend more time with her children, because the book said that most introverted and autistic children gradually locked themselves in a cage of thinking because of the lack of parents' care.

Perhaps if she had more time to communicate with Yu Xiaowei, Yu Xiaowei would have become cheerful and lively.

But now, Yu Ying still has to calm down. She has no other way, she can only maintain the status quo.

After a while, Yu Ying turned on the desk lamp, sat at the desk, and looked through the fairy tale book that his boss said was very good.

I have to say that these fairy tales are indeed wonderful. After Yang Yi’s writing and sorting, Yu Ying reads them with relish. Especially after she saw the story of Cinderella, Yu Ying’s “big” mother, she thought this story was very interesting!

"There will not be a story about Cinderella in reality, right?" Yu Ying sighed in her heart, "And not every prince will love his wife after getting married... Isn't it a bit too extreme to think so? Alas, let Xiaowei keep more beautiful fantasies, right? You can't let her bear the same pressure as me at a young age."

Yu Ying looked through with relish, and suddenly, a piece of colorful paper fell down.

"What's this?"
Chapter completed!