My older sister fell asleep halfway through her story last time, and she's been remembering it ever since.
Pei Yao looked at the crescent moon outside the window, thought for a moment, and asked, "Where did we leave off last time?"
Without hesitation, Pei Xuan counted on her little finger and said:
"Last time we talked about how Little Red Riding Hood went through the forest and arrived at her grandmother's house!"
Pei Yao thought for a moment:
Little Red Riding Hood arrived at her grandmother's house. Seeing the door open, she went straight in, calling out, "Grandma, Grandma!" But no one answered her...
Pei Yao had somehow provoked people's dreams.
In her dream, the little girl sat in a corner, head down, silently listening to the group of children in front of her.
The children were gathered in a group, discussing what stories their mothers had told them last night.
This is a topic that first thing these first-graders talk about every morning when they come to the classroom.
"My mom told me the story of the Little Match Girl last night!"
The most mischievous little boy in the class said with a proud look.
"That's nothing. My mom told me the story of the little rabbit getting its tooth pulled yesterday! It was so interesting."
Another child protested.
"You're all little rascals! My mom told me the story of Little Red Riding Hood yesterday! In the end, the Big Bad Wolf ate Little Red Riding Hood!"
Everyone was discussing it in front of them, each contributing their own thoughts.
Pei Yao sat in the corner, listening intently.
Suddenly, the most mischievous child looked at Pei Yao in the corner and proudly raised his head:
"Hey, little mute, what story did your mother tell you last night?"
Pei Yao, who was suddenly called out, slowly raised her head and looked at the group of children who were looking at her.
The hands under the table were nervously twisted together.
Another little girl with braids said disdainfully:
"Of course the little mute girl won't answer you. Maybe her mother is also mute and can't tell her bedtime stories."
Pei Yao, who hadn't spoken a word since enrolling, spoke for the first time after hearing the little girl's words: "My mother isn't mute..."
Although she had never met her mother, she was sure that her mother was not mute!
Her mother must be as gentle and beautiful as Teacher DouDou, and she would give GuoGuo food.
Pei Yao's voice was very soft, and it was drowned out by the children's noise.
Pei Yao repeated, "My mother isn't mute!"
She raised her voice, and this time some of the children heard Pei Yao's words.
"The little mute boy spoke!"
All the children stopped and looked at Pei Yao.
The little girl's face was flushed. She looked up at them, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes tightly.
As if summoning immense courage, she then said, word by word, "My mother is not mute!"
"Then tell me what story your mother told you last night?" the mischievous boy who started first said dismissively.
Pei Yao is an orphan, and no one has ever told him a bedtime story in his life.
So she didn't know, and for some unknown reason, she stubbornly said:
"My mom told me the story of Little Red Riding Hood yesterday! In the end, the Big Bad Wolf ate Little Red Riding Hood!"
Pei Yao had never heard of the story of Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf; she had only heard it from the little boy.
She wrote it down.
The little boy who had said those words earlier pondered Pei Yao's words for a moment, and then suddenly became angry:
"You thief! You stole the stories my mother told me!"
Pei Yao felt guilty, but still stubbornly said, "That's what my mother told me."
The classroom quickly descended into chaos; children this age love to be the little judges.
When he heard that both of them said it was a bedtime story their mothers told them, he immediately decided to hold a formal hearing right there in the classroom.
They questioned the two women about the details of the story their mothers had told them.
When the classmates asked the little boy, he raised his head and answered with a proud look on his face.
But when the children asked Pei Yao, she didn't know how to answer and could only make up something.
Fortunately, the farce ended with the arrival of Teacher DouDou.
For the first time at such a young age, Pei Yao felt a great sense of relief.
Children's emotions come and go quickly; by the end of the class, they've long forgotten what happened in the previous class.
No one came over to ask Pei Yao about the details of the Little Red Riding Hood story anymore, and no one cared whether she really had a mother telling her the story.
However, ever since then, Pei Yao has always loved buying bedtime stories. Even as she grew up, she continued to buy them, and even when she became too busy to read them herself, she would still buy them...
The only one trapped in that childhood farce was Pei Yao...
When Pei Yao woke up, it was already broad daylight.
Looking out the window, Yunniang and the others were already awake and busy in the courtyard. Even Pei Xuan, who was beside her, was no longer in bed.
Pei Yao raised her hand to wipe away the moisture from the corner of her eyes, then turned over and got out of bed.
The fresh morning air instantly cleared Pei Yao's head.
Pei Xuan rushed in from outside the courtyard and saw Pei Yao coming out of the house with her hair all messy.
She ran over and hugged Pei Yao's leg, saying, "Sister, you're awake!"
Pei Yao rubbed her sleepy eyes and glanced at Xiao Xuan'er, who was beaming with excitement.
He patted the little girl's head and said, "You're so happy this morning."
Pei Xuan nodded vigorously, grabbing Pei Yao's sleeve and trying to pull her away: "Sister, sister, come with me!"
Pei Yao was a little confused when Pei Xuan pulled her, wondering what this girl was up to now.
I was just thinking that I hadn't washed my hair or brushed my teeth after just waking up:
"Xuan'er, let your older sister wash her face first."
Pei Xuan had no choice but to stop after hearing this. She stared at her sister with her two big, round eyes and nodded.
"Okay, then hurry up, sister."
While washing her face, Pei Yao watched Pei Xuan anxiously, glancing out of the yard every now and then, and then back at Pei Yao.
Pei Yao quickened her pace.
Just as Pei Yao finished, Pei Xuan pulled her again: "Sister, let's hurry up, it's late, Da Hei will run away."
Big Black?
Pei Yao slowly formed a question mark in her mind.
However, seeing the little girl's excited expression in the blink of an eye, Pei Yao didn't want to spoil her fun.
He followed behind her.
Pei Xuan led Pei Yao out of the courtyard and ran towards the neighboring courtyard.
It was the courtyard that the Pei family used as a workshop.
Pei Yao's doubts deepened.
As soon as they entered the courtyard, they saw Pei Yichen squatting in the corner with his back to them.
Pei Xuan couldn't wait to call out, "Cousin."
Pei Yichen then turned around, holding a small white bundle.
"Xuan'er, did you bring the steamed buns?"
Pei Yichen turned around and saw Pei Yao, who was also looking at Pei Yichen and the little dumpling in his hand.
The little guy seemed to be being held and warmed by Pei Yichen, and was whimpering softly.
He struggled to give up his head.
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