Chapter 286 Sleeping Together
Inside the dark cave, the fire burned quietly, occasionally crackling.
Before entering the tent, Lou Hongjian glanced at the several figures reflected in the middle tent, then crawled into his own tent and comfortably enjoyed the tent all to himself.
A tent is already quite small; it's almost full if two people sleep in it, let alone four.
Even though the two little girls, Mao Mao and Sophie, are small and short, Lou Dashuai and Mr. Landon are both tall and take up most of the space when they lie down. If they move their hands or feet even slightly, they will bump into the people next to them.
Lou Dashuai stared at the top of the tent, wide awake.
During wartime, there have been times when conditions were extremely difficult.
But he never expected that he would end up sleeping in the same tent as a foreigner.
With this foreign father and daughter around, Mao Mao had no time to pay attention to him.
...Foreigners are all the same, none of them are any good!
Mao Mao and Su Fei lay between their two fathers, snuggling close together, their heads touching.
Although the bed is a bit cramped tonight, they don't mind at all because they can play with their best friends. The two little ones share a blanket, their little feet touching each other under the covers, giggling and playing non-stop.
After playing enough, when it was time to sleep, Mao Mao carefully covered himself with the blanket, from his stomach to his toes, and even covered Sophie's feet as well.
"My mother said that you can't leave your feet out when you sleep, or they'll get eaten." Mao Mao held onto the corner of the blanket, earnestly imparting her wisdom.
Sophie asked, puzzled, "Who ate it?"
Mao Mao: "Ghosts! They love to eat toes the most."
Sophie: "Why do ghosts eat toes?"
Mao Mao said matter-of-factly, "That's what my mother said."
Sophie nodded, seemingly understanding, "Miss Bailey never told me any of this."
Mao Mao: "Now you know."
Sophie: "Okay! I'll remember that, I won't let the ghost eat me!"
Commander Lou: "..."
Mr. Langdon: "..."
Lou Dashuai laboriously reached out and ruffled Mao Mao's little head: "Mao Mao, go to sleep."
Mao Mao obediently closed her eyes and said, "Oh."
Mr. Langdon wanted to give Sophie a goodnight kiss, but the crowded space made it difficult to move freely. So he could only laboriously reach out and pat Sophie's little head: "Goodnight, baby."
Sophie obediently closed her eyes and said, "Okay, Daddy."
Mao Mao opened one eye again: "Daddy, Mao Mao wants to hear a story."
Lou Dashuai immediately replied, "What do you want to hear? Dad will tell you."
"Mao Mao wants to hear Mao Mao's story."
"..."
"Mao Mao" was written by Lou Yansui. Although Commander Lou had heard of it, he didn't remember it.
However, this did not stump him.
Lou Dashuai immediately said, "Maomao, let Daddy tell you the story of Maomao's father fighting in the war."
Mao Mao: "Huh?"
Does Maomao still have a father?
Commander Lou: "Mao Mao, listen up! Mao Mao's father is a very impressive general..."
Compared to his youngest son's literary talent, Commander Lou's stories were rather ordinary, and they were interspersed with tactics and military strategies that children couldn't understand, making them uninteresting.
However, the purpose of bedtime stories is to lull children to sleep. As Lou Dashuai told stories, sleepiness came on earlier than usual.
Mao Mao closed her eyes. After playing all day, she was exhausted and quickly drifted off to sleep...
"Ouch!"
Mao Mao opened her eyes blankly and touched her tummy where she had been hit.
Lou Dashuai immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, Mao Mao, Dad didn't mean it."
"Ouch!"
Sophie opened her eyes blankly and touched her leg where she had been bumped by a knee.
Mr. Langdon immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, honey, Daddy didn't mean it."
Maomao: "..."
Sophie: "..."
The two little bundles of milk rubbed against each other, getting even closer to their best friend.
Lou Dashuai continued telling a story to lull the child to sleep: "And then..."
After listening for only a couple of sentences, sleepiness quickly overwhelmed them again, and the two little ones closed their eyes...
Lou Dashuai: "Snoring—"
Mr. Langdon: "Snoring—"
Two thunderous snores echoed in the crowded tent, rising and falling in turn.
Maomao: "..."
Sophie: "..."
...
The youngest daughter was to stay in a cave outside. Although she had the general and three young masters with her, Xia Xiaoxiang still worried about her all night.
The next day, she got up early and waited eagerly in the courtyard.
After lunch, she finally saw Mao Mao. As soon as she saw her, Mao Mao immediately raised her little hand and ran over.
"Mother!"
Xia Xiaoxiang caught the person in a warm embrace.
She cupped Mao Mao's little face in her hands, looking at it from left to right. Before she could get a good look at it, Mao Mao rushed into her arms, hugging her tightly with her little hands and rubbing her cheek affectionately against her: "I missed you, Mommy."
Xia Xiaoxiang knew what was going on as soon as she saw her.
"Didn't you sleep well outside?" she said helplessly. "I told you a long time ago that there was nothing good to sleep in that cave, but you wouldn't listen to me."
Mao Mao yawned involuntarily, and physiological tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. She leaned listlessly against her mother's chest, her cheeks distorted from being squeezed, but she still couldn't muster any energy.
Xia Xiaoxiang was heartbroken.
I've never seen Mao Mao so listless before! This cave is really dangerous!
The neighbor's little Sophie looks pretty much the same.
She nestled in Mr. Langdon's arms, rubbing her eyes.
But before parting, Sophie still struggled to speak: "Mao Mao, come to my house to play tomorrow!"
"Okay!"
The two little bundles of milk waved their little hands and parted ways, sleepy as they went.
Xia Xiaoxiang carried Mao Mao back to the room. As soon as she touched the bed, Mao Mao clung to it like a boneless doll, letting her mother move her around as she pleased.
"Mao Mao, are you going to see Sophie again tomorrow?"
"Um..." Mao Mao clutched the blanket with her little hands and mumbled sleepily, "Mother...Mother, let's go together..."
"I?"
Xia Xiaoxiang recalled Miss Bei, the butler of that foreign family, who was extremely serious, and felt inexplicably intimidated. Besides, neither of them had left a good impression on the other during their last visit.
She shook her head: "I'm not going. I have nothing to say to her."
Mao Mao struggled to open her misty eyes and stubbornly said, "Mother, go."
Xia Xiaoxiang: "..."
What else could Xia Xiaoxiang say?
While she was sleeping, he quickly went to find the third concubine and spent the night brushing up on his English.
The next day, Xia Xiaoxiang rummaged through her belongings and found her best clothes.
This time, the First Madam didn't go with them; she had her own social life. Left with no other option, Xia Xiaoxiang had to muster her courage herself.
When we arrived at the yellow villa, it was the same housekeeper who opened the door.
Xia Xiaoxiang recalled the foreign greetings that her third aunt had taught her yesterday, only to find to her despair that her mind was completely blank, with only the word "hello" remaining.
Xia Xiaoxiang braced herself and said politely, "Hello, Miss Bei, I brought Mao Mao to visit her friend."
With her mother leading the way, Mao Mao tilted her little head up and greeted her obediently, "Aunt Bei, I'm here to see Sophie. I made an appointment with her."
“Please come in, Miss Lou, Ms. Xia…” Miss Bailey paused, looking sternly at the mother and daughter: “My surname is Bailey.”
Xia Xiaoxiang: "..."
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