Chapter 202 He's such a bad older brother!
His younger sister, who was helping him with his homework, was kidnapped, and Lou Yansui couldn't continue working on his exercise book.
He pushed aside the exercise book in his hand, took out a stack of blank manuscript paper and a fountain pen from his desk, and followed them out.
Lou Heming's soft voice could be heard reading a story from the small living room.
Lou Yansui followed the sound and found her second brother sitting on a recliner with Mao Mao nestled in his arms, the two of them looking at a storybook together.
The warm yellow light from the standing lamp shone on the two people, one big and one small, casting a soft glow on them, creating a very cozy atmosphere.
Seeing him enter, Lou Heming looked up, his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses curving slightly as he smiled gently, but he didn't stop reading the story.
In the empty little living room, Lou Heming's gentle voice reciting stories echoed.
Lou Yansui slowed her pace and sat down beside him, listening as she unscrewed the cap of her pen and began to conceive a story on a blank sheet of paper.
Perhaps because he hadn't written in a long time, his inspiration faltered, and his writing became sluggish. After writing only two lines, he stopped in frustration.
Before they knew it, Lou Heming next to them had finished reading a story.
Mao Mao sat in her brother's lap, tilting her little head back: "Brother, I want to hear more."
"good."
Lou Heming turned to the next page: "Then I'll read another story to Mao Mao."
Mao Mao happily swung her little feet and said, "Mmm!"
The voice reading the story rang out again.
Perhaps because he often treats patients, Lou Heming's voice when reading stories is also very gentle, as soft as ripples on water.
But when Lou Yansui heard this, it didn't sit well with her.
After all, reading stories used to be a unique interaction between him and Mao Mao. He was the one who used to read stories to Mao Mao.
Thinking of this, he angrily poked his pen tip at the manuscript paper again.
Although high school coursework was heavy, he was smart enough to grasp the knowledge in the textbooks after reading them only once, and the homework was not difficult for him. Every day, after finishing his homework, he still had a lot of free time, but he used it to do extra practice.
I was so busy enjoying my sister's adoration that I forgot to write stories for Mao Mao!
That was really wrong!
You must keep up with your studies, but you must never forget to spend time with your younger sister.
Lou Yansui found it increasingly difficult to continue writing the story. She tore off a few lines of paper, crumpled it into a ball, scratched her head, and started brainstorming again.
What should I write...?
Oh, right, Mr. Nie almost kidnapped Mao Mao again, so we need to remind Mao Mao again in the story!
With a new inspiration, Lou Yansui's writing quickly became fluent.
By the time Lou Heming finished reading another story, he had already written half of the content, becoming more and more inspired as he wrote.
After listening to the two stories, it was already quite late.
The grandfather clock in the hall chimed twice, striking the hour precisely.
Sitting in her brother's lap, holding his hand, Mao Mao said with bright eyes, "Mao Mao wants to hear more."
Lou Heming glanced at the remaining thickness of the storybook in his hand and estimated, "It's getting late today, how about I read you the rest tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow..."
Mao Mao fidgeted with her fingers, a little reluctant to leave, wanting to hear the whole thing in one go. She blinked her big, dark eyes and looked at him expectantly.
Lou Heming: "..."
What should I do? How can I refuse my cute little sister's request?
He thought for a moment and said, "Then you can sleep with your brother tonight, and your brother will read you another story."
Mao Mao happily exclaimed, "Okay!"
Lou Yansui, who was engrossed in writing, immediately stopped writing upon hearing this: "Maomao, sleep with me tonight. I've written Maomao's story, and I'll read it to you."
Mao Mao turned her little head sharply again: "Mao Mao?"
Lou Heming adjusted his glasses: "Ah Sui, your story isn't finished yet, is it?"
Lou Yansui: "Second brother, you have to get up early for work tomorrow."
Lou Heming: "You also have to get up early to go to school."
As Mao Mao watched her two older brothers bickering, she turned her little head from side to side.
"Mao Mao?" Xia Xiaoxiang called from the stairs, "Mao Mao, come up and take a shower!"
"Oh! I'm here!"
Mao Mao responded and quickly slid down from her brother's long legs, huffing and puffing as she climbed upstairs to find her mother.
The two brothers glanced at each other, and Lou Yansui continued to lower his head and write furiously.
I'll finish writing it as soon as possible so I can read it to Mao Mao!
...
Having not written for so long, and squeezing time out of her studies, Lou Yansui spent several days writing this new story.
After he finished writing, he couldn't wait to read it to Mao Mao.
Mao Mao was still very supportive. After he finished reading, he clapped his little hands until they were almost red. He was so excited that he leaned against his brother.
"It's nice to listen to." Mao Mao snuggled up to her brother and said, "The stories you write are nice to listen to."
Lou Yansui put down the manuscript and looked at the radiant expression on her round little face, and his mood improved as well.
Any creator would be happy to have such a supportive young reader. Especially since this supportive reader is his favorite little sister.
Lou Yansui said, "Is the story I write more enjoyable, or is the story your second brother reads to you more enjoyable?"
Mao Mao exclaimed loudly, "Brother's writing is beautiful!"
Lou Yansui: "Then I will write stories for Mao Mao every day from now on, stories about Mao Mao and Mao Mao."
"every day?"
"every day!"
Mao Mao thought for a moment, then suddenly shook her head: "No, I don't want it."
Lou Yansui was taken aback: "Why? Mao Mao, don't you like your brother's story?"
"Mao Mao likes it, but brother has to do his homework." Mao Mao lowered her head and played with her fingers, her soft, chubby cheeks puffing up, and said obediently, "Brother has to go to school and doesn't have time to write stories. It's okay, Mao Mao doesn't have to listen."
Lou Yansui: "..."
He's such a bad older brother!
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