The moonlight was misty, and silver-white light penetrated into the gaps in the curtains and shone on the floor covered with alphabet puzzles. The small children's bed was covered with pink blue sheets. The quilt was slightly raised, and it was obvious that a small person was sleeping inside.
Son
You Tong sat cross-legged on the floor, guarding the bed, holding a fairy tale book in his hand, reading the wonderful plot softly, while the little man under the quilt listened carefully and was fascinated.
"Rong'er, the story is over, it's time for you to go to bed!" You Tong closed the fairy tale book in his hand and gently placed it on his lap to coax his daughter to sleep.
"Mom, I'm not sleepy yet, why don't you tell me another story?" Ronger stretched out her little hand from the quilt and shook You Tong's arm coquettishly.
You Tong quickly picked up the white and tender little hand and put it back into the quilt, then leaned over to her daughter's side and warned, "It's winter now, the weather is very cold, Rong'er needs to cover herself well, otherwise she will catch a cold.
,do you know"
"Well, Ronger knows!" Ronger nodded obediently, shrank her shoulders, and wrapped her little body more tightly in the quilt.
You Tong's heart suddenly softened. Ronger has been much smaller than a normal child from the moment she was born, almost like a kitten. Her health is very bad. She has had no idea how many injections and medicines she has taken in the past five years.
, so she will pay extra attention when the weather gets cooler, for fear that her daughter will catch a cold and get sick again.
Because of her poor health, Rong'er is five years old, but she looks like a three-year-old. She doesn't go to kindergarten, so she relies heavily on these fairy tale books. They pester her to tell them non-stop every night, and Rong'er likes them the most.
The story is Santa Claus
"Mom, is there really a Santa Claus in the world?!" Ronger asked curiously and expectantly. It's Christmas. The fairy tale book says that as long as you put the red stockings on the bedside, Santa Claus will be there.
I will give gifts to my good baby, she wants it so much!
As if sensing her daughter's expectations, You Tong smiled softly, "What Christmas gift does Ronger want? Mommy will buy it for you!"
"I don't want the gift bought by my mother, I want the gift given by Santa Claus!" Ronger has her own ideas.
"Then what gift does Ronger want Santa Claus to give you?!" You Tong asked patiently, trying hard to know what her daughter was thinking so that she could fulfill her wish.
"I want a dad!" Ronger said cutely, "Mom has a hard time making money, so there is no need to buy a dad. I can just ask Santa Claus for one. I am a good baby, and Santa Claus will definitely satisfy me."
It’s my wish, mom, don’t worry!”
You Tong's heart suddenly felt sour. On the one hand, she was pleased with her daughter's well-behaved and sensible nature, but on the other hand, she felt sorry for her ignorance and naivety. She touched her daughter's face lovingly and did not answer.
"Mom, my wish came true last year. Santa Claus gave me a beautiful doll. This year I am better behaved than last year, so my wish will definitely come true, right?!"
"Yeah, yes" You Tong nodded guiltily.
Ronger smiled happily
"Okay, Rong'er, it's very late. You should go to bed. Mom still has some work to do." You Tong gently patted her daughter's little body and urged her.
"Mom, don't work too hard, go to bed early," Rong'er said very sensibly.
"Okay." You Tong leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her daughter's forehead, then turned off the headlight in the room, leaving only a small SpongeBob SquarePants table lamp on the bedside table, and confirmed again that her daughter's quilt was covered.
Said lovingly, "Good night Ronger"
"Good night, Mom," Ronger said obediently, closing her eyes gently, her eyelashes quivering like little fans.
You Tong stayed by the bed for a while, making sure that her daughter was asleep, and then quietly left the children's room. Unexpectedly, after she closed the door, Ronger in the bed suddenly opened her big bright eyes.
, she got out of bed, put on a sweater, then picked up the storybook, and read it silently by the light of the small desk lamp, and prayed while reading -
Dear Santa Claus, hello:
I am Ronger, the Ronger you gave the doll to last year. You must not have forgotten me. Please, you must remember me!
I also want a Christmas gift this year, I want a dad!
Santa Claus, don’t think I’m greedy. If you can fulfill my wish this year, next year, the year after that, and the year after that, I won’t ask for any gifts. One to three, I’m very sincere?!
By the way, Dad is probably much bigger than the doll, so the red socks may not fit in, so please ask Santa Claus to ask Dad to wear red clothes!
Eh?! No, no, the one wearing red clothes should be Superman. If dad also wears red clothes, wouldn’t he become Superman?!
Rong'er raised her little eyebrows in confusion, and was a little embarrassed for a moment. She didn't know how to distinguish between Superman and dad.
She thought about it and thought about it again, but she still couldn't come up with any good ideas, but Sleepyhead came over. She gave a cute yawn and quickly said the closing words to Santa Claus——
Santa Claus, you might as well give me a superdaddy. Please, thank you!
With her hands clasped together, Ronger prayed devoutly for a few times, then got back into bed and fell asleep peacefully, laughing all the time in her dream.
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At seven o'clock sharp, the alarm clock on the bedside rang. Whether it was five years ago or five years later, whether in Taiwan or Guangzhou, You Tong's habit of getting up early has not changed.
When she heard the ringing, she opened her eyes suddenly, quickly reached out to grab the alarm clock by the bedside, and pressed stop immediately, as if she was afraid of waking someone up again.
The ringing subsided, she took a long breath, and then slowly put the alarm clock back on the bedside.
The room was quiet again, so quiet that the only sound was her breathing.
The beautiful eyebrows frowned unconsciously, always feeling like something was missing.
Looking sideways at the pillow, it's empty
Only then did I suddenly realize
Hey, why did she forget again? He has gone to Hong Kong for a week!