C23 Sleep Together

He turned on the light in the room and carried Yang Zishuo to the bed. "Teacher Mo ate when she was outside, so she didn't eat when she came back."

Her round face was wrinkled like a bun as she spoke very seriously. "Brother said that the food outside is not safe. Teacher Mo wants to go home and eat. The health of the family."

Jian Mo couldn't help but want to laugh, because Yang Zishuo was Yang Zhexu's only family, and Yang Zhexu doted on him a lot. His diet and clothes were all very particular, and the food at home was not repeated for a month according to the nutrition.

"Yes, Teacher Mo knows."

"Then Teacher Mo, can I sleep with you tonight?" She raised her big bright eyes and blinked, making people unable to refuse.

But at night, Yang Zhexu often attacked. If Yang Zishuo was here and he didn't see him, his body would tremble. He hesitated and opened his mouth to refuse.

Yang Zishuo knew what was going on as soon as he looked into her eyes. He placed his hand on Jian Mo's knee. "I've been busy outside today, he said. I've been busy these past few days, and sometimes I don't even come back at night."

No wonder Yang Zhexu hadn't come looking for him for the past two days. It turned out that he had something to do and couldn't get away. He turned to Yang Zishuo and asked. "Why did you sleep with Teacher Mo?"

Yang Zishuo's small face was filled with dissatisfaction as he pouted pitifully. "It's all because of that aunt. She told me a ghost story so well that I didn't even dare to sleep at night. When I closed my eyes, I felt that something was wrong." After saying that, his face turned pale and tears gathered on his long eyelashes.

Jian Mo's heart ached as she hugged Yang Zishuo. Such a young child, who told him such a ghost story? "Which aunt?"

"She's from kindergarten." Yang Zishuo said with a long face. Although he wanted to hear it, he heard it with one hand and didn't want to hear it anymore. The aunt insisted that even now, if he closed his eyes, he would be a ghost. It was too scary.

Kindergarten? He remembered that there was a clear rule in the kindergarten that children could not be taught about ghosts and gods. After all, children's minds had not fully developed yet, so many things could be easily taken seriously and scared. Who was so irresponsible?

"I'm not afraid, these are all fake. Shuo is a man, I'm not afraid." Jian Mo hugged Yang Zishuo and comforted him.

"Shuo is a man, but are ghosts so scary? They eat children, I can't beat them." Yang Zishuo leaned his bag against Jian Mo's chest and let out a muffled sound.

Jian Mo felt helpless in her heart, but she wanted to laugh, "Alright, Teacher Mo will sleep with you today, Shuo is not afraid."

"Really?" Her little head raised from her embrace, her face filled with joy. "With Teacher Mo by my side, the ghosts definitely won't dare to come." After saying that, she got off the bed and prepared to leave.

"Hey, where are you going?" Jian Mo called out to Yang Zishuo.

Yang Zishuo said without turning his head. "I'm going to take the little dragon over and sleep with it. Otherwise, it will be afraid." The childish voice was filled with righteousness.

The little dragon was a velvety dinosaur by Yang Zishuo's bed. When he slept, he kept it by his bed. Sometimes Yang Zishuo would talk to the dragon and treat it as a friend.

When Yang Zishuo came back again, he was holding a dinosaur that was half a man's height in one hand and his pillow in the other.

Jian Mo immediately went forward to help him put the dinosaur on the bed, "Then where does Shuo want to sleep?" She asked as she held its pillow in her hand.

"I want to sleep between Little Long and Teacher Mo." This way, no matter where the ghost came from, there would always be someone to protect him. Yang Zishuo thought to himself.

"Okay," Jian Mo replied, her clear eyes filled with joy.

She placed the pillow in the middle of the bed and carried Yang Zishuo to the middle of the bed.

Yang Zishuo was playing with his little dragon, minding his own business.

It was still early, but it was only seven o'clock. Yang Zishuo was tired from playing alone. He leaned against the dinosaur and looked at Jian Mo. His small eyes were like stars. "Teacher Mo, tell me a story."

"Okay, what kind of story does Shuo want to hear?" Jian Mo pulled her eyes away from her phone. She had been watching the dance videos from before and couldn't help but forget that Yang Zishuo was beside her.

"Listen to Teacher Mo's story." With a serious face, she sat up straight.

"Me?" Jian Mo was stunned. Her own story, her own saint, had all been tragic. What was there to tell? However, looking at the expectant eyes, Jian Mo couldn't bear to refuse. "Then let me tell you about my past?"

"Sure, as long as it's about Teacher Mo." Yang Zishuo nodded and grabbed Jian Mo's hand with one hand. With the other hand, he pulled the dinosaur up to the head of the bed. The man and the doll sat listening to the lecture.

"Teacher Mo didn't want to be a teacher in the past. She wanted to be a dancer." Jian Mo fell into the memories of that time. During that period of time, her family was not very poor and could be considered a well-off family. With the heart of a young girl, she practiced dancing and talked to Qiao Ye about her thoughts.

"I used to go to the dance room every day when I came back from school, and I used to sweat in there, and I was tired and hurt, but after that I was so relaxed that I liked to dance." Her voice was soft and gentle as she talked about her own affairs.

"Then why didn't Teacher Mo become a dancing teacher in the end?" In Yang Zishuo's mind, he bought what he liked and did what he liked. He didn't understand why.

Looking at the innocent little person, Jian Mo still felt a trace of envy in her heart. She continued to speak slowly. "Because my family wouldn't let me go. They said that studying is more important." She paused for a moment, but didn't say the truth.

At that time, it wasn't because of studying. He had always been one of the top students in his class, but that was only because they didn't think it was necessary. They'd rather save the money and buy a pair of sneakers for Jian Jingran.

Lowering his eyes to cover the grief in his heart, he continued, "So I'll be Shuo's teacher."

"Then won't Teacher Shuo be unhappy? He didn't succeed in what he wanted to do?"

"No." So what if there was? What was the use of struggling and resisting?

"I see, but..."

... ""

The two of them sat on the bed and chatted for a long time. It was so long that Yang Zishuo couldn't even open his eyes. He squinted his eyes and tried his best to listen, but his vision gradually blurred. Teacher Mo couldn't see clearly in front of her. Then, she slowly fell onto the bed.

Jian Mo yawned. After talking for so long, her mouth was dry and she was sleepy.

Gently, she picked up the blanket and covered Yang Zishuo with it. Then she turned her small body around and rolled the blanket under her.

Although Jian Mo was very sleepy, she still forced herself to go into the bathroom and wash up. The hot water splashed on her face, but it did not alleviate her sleepiness at all. After hastily washing up, she collapsed on the bed and fell asleep in front of Yang Zishuo's small face.