DAVM Chapter 53.2

Si Tian did not have much of a good temper in the first place. She already lost it after a few tosses: “Ji Zhile, do you still want to tell stories?”

Ji Zhile said, “Okay.”

He coughed softly: “Today, I will tell the story of the three little pigs building a house, can I?”

Si Tian: “I asked this question just now.”

Ji Zhile frowned: “But now I’m telling you a story, and I have to do it again.”

Si Tian: …All right.

She thinks that when Ji Zhile grows up, he will definitely be the kind of master who will use a chicken feather as an arrow, and he will be particularly difficult to serve.

After going through the steps again, Ji Zhile was satisfied. He had read this story in a book, and he probably remembered it. He did not look for a storybook at the moment, so he told it according to his own memory.

“Once upon a time, there were three pig brothers. They decided to build a spacious and bright house. The eldest…”

Well, what did the Eldest Pig use to build his house? Ji Zhile found that he seemed to be unable to remember for a while, so he said, “I’ll look for books.”

Si Tian could not help laughing, and Ji Zhile immediately frowned at her: “Mom, what are you laughing at?”

Si Tian said, “Why haven’t you prepared the story you want to tell?”

Ji Zhile blushed a little, but he found an excuse for himself: “I just forgot a little bit.”

Seeing Si Tian smiling, Ji Zhile said angrily, “Then, let you tell us the story!”

Si Tian waved her hand: “But I have already given you the seat.”

Ji Zhile, who is usually picky, let him feel the power of the bear parents at this time.

Ji Zhile blinked: “Okay, I’ll go find a book.”

He rummaged through the bookcases, but he could not find this story. Ji Zhile was very anxious, and Si Tian urged him behind him: “Hurry up, it’s time to go to bed, I can’t sleep without telling a story.”

Ji Zhile was flustered. In the end, he could not find the book and could not remember much of the story. He came back dejectedly: “I forgot.”

Si Tian thought that Ji Zhile knew that it was not easy to tell stories tonight, so he would be less picky in the future.

Ji Zhile raised his head to look at Ji Ningyi and Pei Jing, trying to ask for help: “Brother, Brother Pei Jing, can you do it?”

Seeing Ji Zhile’s pitiful appearance, Pei Jing said, “I remember.”

Ji Zhile immediately cheered: “Brother Pei Jing is the best!”

He immediately changed places with Pei Jing, sitting in the center and being unable to tell the story made him too anxious.

Like kindergarten children said to be praised on stage, the teacher will let the children in the audience applaud and cheer for him. At this moment, Ji Zhile clenched his small fists: “Brother Pei Jing, come on!”

Pei Jing bent his lower lip.

He did not know much about telling stories. No one had told him specifically, and he hadn’t told anyone else. The first time was actually at this time, in the Ning family.

This kind of experience was very novel to Pei Jing. He was a little nervous, took a deep breath, and told the story completely according to the teacher’s story in his memory.

Finally, he got a clap of applause.

Ji Zhile’s eyes were shining, and he looked at him admiring: “Brother Pei Jing can tell it without a book, it’s so powerful, it’s even more powerful than my mother!”

Si Tian: Why is this still trampling…

But Pei Jing did speak very emotionally, much better than her reading from the book.

“Yes, I also think that if Pei Jing doesn’t come home tomorrow night, can he also come to our house to tell stories?” Si Tian released a positive signal.

Ji Ningyi also said, “Pei Jing, come here.”

Pei Jing’s face was slightly hot: “Okay.”

Tonight, after the story was told, Ji Zhile did not fall asleep as usual. He was very excited: “Where does Brother Pei Jing sleep?”

Si Tian said, “Pei Jing, where do you want to sleep? Both Ningyi and Zhile’s rooms are fine.”

Pei Jing said, “I’ll just sleep in Zhile’s room.”

Ji Zhile is getting in and out of bed, and he won’t bother them too much because of his arrival.

Ji Zhile immediately said, “Yes!”

In this way, someone will accompany him when he goes to the bathroom at night.

Si Tian also respected Pei Jing’s opinion, and Ji Ningyi was not unhappy because of this. His eyes were squinted: “Then, we can have breakfast together tomorrow morning.”

 

 

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