After listening to her eldest son's words, Mo Xiaodie realized that she had been impulsive again just now.
She took Li Muta's little hand again: "Okay, Auntie won't force you. You can read at home if you want. If you don't understand anything, just ask Zizhong and he will tell you."
Li Muta yawned and seemed a little sleepy: "Thank you, Auntie!"
Mo Xiaodie looked at the time and saw that it was almost ten o'clock in the evening. Li Muta would have gone to bed long ago at this time.
"Muta, you're sleepy! Auntie will help you change your clothes. You can go to bed early!"
Li Muta blushed and took a few steps back in embarrassment: "No, Auntie, I'm not sleepy. I have to wait for my parents to come back."
"Your parents went to the hospital to visit your aunt. I don't know when they will come back! You have just had an operation and need to rest. Go to bed early, otherwise your parents will be worried."
"If you're sorry, why don't you change your clothes and go to bed while we go out?"
After saying that, she pulled up Mo Zizhong: "Dabao, let's go out first and let Brother Muta go to bed early!"
She could see that Si Bao was already very sleepy and kept holding on.
Mo Zizhong was obedient and walked out of Li Muta's room with her, closing the door carefully: "Brother Muta, go to bed early!"
After coming out, the mother and son did not go downstairs immediately, but sat down on the chairs at the other end of the balcony.
On a clear summer night, with the cool breeze blowing slowly, Mo Xiaodie looked up and saw a few stars in the sky. After searching for nearly seven years, she finally found another child. God had not treated her badly after all.
"Dabao, you have to keep the fact that the wooden pagoda is the Four Treasures a secret. Don't tell anyone, you know?" She warned her son carefully.
Mo Zizhong tilted his head and thought for a moment, and soon understood Mo Xiaodie's intention. He patted his chest and assured: "Mommy, don't worry! I know what to say and what not to say!"
Mo Xiaodie touched her son's little head: "Dabao is so good!"
Mo Zizhong looked back at Li Muta's room, where only a night light was on: "Mommy, buy me more books in the future and I will show them to my brother. He has a very good memory and can read quickly.
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"good."
Mo Zizhong leaned in her arms, mother and son raised their heads and looked at the stars together.
"Mommy, you haven't told me a story for a long time."
"Really? What story does Dabao want to hear?"
Mo Zizhong quietly pulled her, moved the stool near the window of Li Muta's room, pointed to the room with his little hand and said: "Mommy, Brother Muta must not be asleep yet. He likes to listen to stories about those doctors the most.
, tell me a story about Shen Nong tasting a hundred herbs!"
Mo Xiaodie glanced suspiciously into the window, and with the faint light of the night light, she saw Li Muta turning over on the bed through the gap in the curtains.
A smile emerged from the corner of her mouth and she began to tell the story of "Shennong Tasted Hundreds of Herbs".
Mo Xiaodie's voice was very soft and gentle. Although he was very sleepy lying on the bed in the house, Li Muta, who had been unable to sleep because he was worried about his parents, felt less so after hearing Mo Xiaodie's faint voice through the window.
I was scared and worried, and unconsciously, I gradually fell asleep.
After Mo Xiaodie made sure that Li Muta had fallen asleep, she tiptoed into the room and helped Li Muta adjust the temperature of the air conditioner to 26 degrees. Then she gently lifted the thin blanket and used the light of the night light to see clearly
I saw the birthmark on his lower back.
Tears fell down her eyes again and fell on Li Muta's back. He turned over in discomfort and stretched out his hand to scratch.
Mo Zizhong quickly pulled Mo Xiaodie out: "Mommy, be careful, don't wake up Brother Muta!"