Vip523 She wrote a book? (Update)
In the afternoon, Ding Ding Dang Dang came back from kindergarten. Wan Qing led them to draw. Thinking of Tian Xue's design draft, she took the pen and scribbled on the paper. She wrote Xue's English name letter by letter, in different sizes and in an orderly manner... She wrote many different styles in a row.
Ding Ding came over and asked, "Mom, what are you writing?"
"I wrote it for fun." Wanqing patted her head and looked at her painting. "It's so beautiful! Where's Dangdang?"
Dangdang hid his picture book.
Wanqing smiled helplessly, touched his head and said, "Yours is as beautiful as your sister's." Dangdang's drawing class is not as good as Dingding's, but it's not bad either~
Dangdang turned his head away: "Hmph!" Stop lying to him!
Wanqing sighed helplessly, kissed her, and went back to her room, otherwise the two siblings might be angry! When the two of them quarreled, adults should not be around, and they would naturally be fine after a while. If adults were around, the two of them would be embarrassed and the quarrel would become more and more awkward.
When Mu Tianyang came back, the two little guys had already put down their paintbrushes and were watching cartoons. They were holding cartoon cookies, eating them one by one, and they were very loving to each other.
Mu Tianyang said: "It's time for dinner, you are not allowed to eat."
Ding Ding looked at him pitifully.
He pinched her nose and said, "Look, I didn't. I'm going to make you eat it. Your mother should punish me."
The two siblings were fine that day. The next day, Wanqing and Tianyang went to pick them up from school, but saw Dingding was angry, and Dangdang was trotting behind them, shouting, "Sister, don't be angry."
"What's wrong?" Wanqing picked up Dingding and asked Dangdang, "Did you make your sister angry?"
Dangdang frowned: "It's not me!"
Wan Qing was full of doubts and glanced at the teacher who was talking to other parents nearby. She probably didn't know because if there was anything, the teacher would definitely tell her.
"Let's get in the car first." Wan Qing said to Mu Tianyang.
After getting in the car, she asked Ding Ding, but Ding Ding turned his head away and ignored her. After a moment, he looked up and said, "Dad..."
"What's wrong?" Mu Tianyang hurriedly stopped the car, went to the back, opened the door, and held her in his arms.
She hugged Mu Tianyang and cried: "Wuwu...Mom bullies me..."
Wanqing was puzzled and asked Dangdang, "What's wrong with my sister?"
Dangdang said: "It's all Li Qianqian's fault!"
"Well, what's wrong with Li Qianqian?" Needless to say, Li Qianqian must be their classmate.
"Some kids saw my sister's little poodle and asked her what it was."
Little Wangwang is a smaller version of "Wangwang" made by Wanqing. Because the previous "Wangwang" was too big to bring to school, Dingding was a little sad, so Wanqing made her a very small one that could be held in one hand.
Dangdang said: "My sister said that was Wangwang, so I told them Wangwang's story. Everyone said it was very interesting. We said it was made up by our mother, and everyone said our mother was very good."
Ding Ding leaned in Mu Tianyang's arms. She stopped crying and lowered her head to touch the strap of her schoolbag without saying a word.
Wanqing glanced at her and asked Dangdang, "What happened next?"
"Then it was Li Qianqian. She said the story was from a book and not made up by her mother. She said Ding Ding was a liar!"
Wanqing widened her eyes, oh my god!
"Then..." Wan Qing opened her mouth, not knowing what to say. After thinking for a while, she asked, "Then you didn't quarrel with Li Qianqian, did you?"
Dangdang shook his head: "But Dingding was very sad. She never spoke since then."
Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they didn't say anything, it was good that they didn't quarrel with their classmates. She reached out and touched Dingding's head. Dingding looked at her and said, "Wangwang... I know Wangwang is dead... Mom, please don't tell him stories anymore! Woo woo..."
Wanqing hurriedly hugged her: "Be good, Mom didn't lie to you. Mom didn't lie to you about other people's stories!" No one knows a daughter better than her mother. She knew why Dingding was sad.
"Really?" Ding Ding looked at her with tears in her eyes. "Li Qianqian was lying, wasn't she?"
"She probably didn't lie." Wan Qing looked at Mu Tianyang helplessly and said to her, "The book she was talking about should have been written by my mother."
"Huh?" Ding Ding was puzzled.
Mu Tianyang was stunned: What did she mean? She wrote a book? And he didn't even notice it!
Wan Qing looked at him with a guilty look and pushed him: "Let's go home and talk about it."
The publishing house sent her a sample book, but she was too shy to show it to others, so she put it in a box. After returning home, she found the book. Mu Tianyang took the book and read it for a while. The author's name caught his attention: "Mu Wan?"
"Well, the editor asked me if I wanted to take a pen name..." She thought about not wanting to expose her name, so she took it.
"I know it's a pen name." Mu Tianyang said, "What does it mean?"
"I just picked it randomly. One character in your name, one character in my name, and then we used homophones, and that's it. I originally wanted to be called 'Dingdang', but the editor stared at me and didn't say anything, so I guess he didn't agree, so I had to use it."
Mu Tianyang glared at her, opened the book, and turned four or five pages in an instant. The setting was different from what she had told her children before. He turned to the back and read a few pages. It was indeed her story!
For a moment, he didn't know what to feel. In his chest, there was a faint feeling of grievance (he didn't even know), helplessness (it came out, what else can he do?), and pride (my wife is amazing!)...
Wanqing explained to Dingding: "Mom has written Wangwang's story into a book. I will share it with other children so that everyone can know how great your Wangwang is!"
"Will Wangwang go with other kids?"
"Of course not! Don't forget that you are also in the story, everyone will envy you!"
“Will other kids like it, too?”
"Of course, I will still like you and my brother."
"Okay then." Ding Ding nodded, feeling a little guilty, "I'm not blaming mom...it's just...um...I was wrong."
"Good boy." Wan Qing smiled, "You are a good child who knows right from wrong and is sensible. Mommy is so happy!"
Ding Ding smiled shyly and hugged her: "Then Mommy will read Wangwang's story to us, okay?"
"Okay. But... Wangwang's story is a little different from before. Because... some of the previous parts were not good. You will understand when you grow up."
"Um."
Wanqing held her in her arms and sat on the sofa, and also took Dangdang aside, opened the book and read while explaining.
Ding Ding listened to it and it seemed different - she had heard the beginning of the story a long time ago, and Wan Qing did not repeat it later, so she did not remember it clearly. But when she heard that Wang Wang was not dead, her eyes lit up and she listened more and more attentively.
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