Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Mo Yanyu's daily routine has been completely overturned. Every morning, when the first ray of sunlight shines through the curtains and into his simple bedroom, he is already awake, preparing breakfast for little Star. His movements are still stiff, but filled with love. A bowl of warm milk, paired with soft millet porridge, and carefully cut pieces of fruit, each revealing Mo Yanyu's care for this little new member.
When Star, still sleepy, walks to the dining table, she is always attracted by the breakfast placed on the table, her big eyes shining with curiosity and joy. She would say in her tender voice, "Uncle Mo, breakfast looks so delicious!" Although Mo Yanyu is not good at expressing himself, seeing Star's smiling face, he would always show a hint of a smile, feeling satisfied in his heart.
Amidst the hustle and bustle of the city, Mo Yanyu has created a warm little haven in his home. The afternoon sunlight filters through the windows, casting dappled shadows on the living room floor. Mo Yanyu sits on the sofa, engrossed in a professional book, his brow furrowed in concentration and precision. Occasionally, his eyes glance over at the nearby Star, who is playing quietly, a silent display of care and protection.
Star sits on the carpet, surrounded by colorful building blocks. She focuses intently on stacking them one by one, her little face radiating concentration and joy. Suddenly, she grabs a red block, her eyes lighting up with a new idea.
"Uncle Mo, let's play with building blocks together!" Star's voice was full of excitement and invitation as she pulled Mo Yanyu's hand, wanting to share her joy.
Mo Yanyu smiled slightly, a smile that still seemed a bit awkward for him. He gently put down the book in his hand and sat down on the carpet next to Star. His movements were somewhat restrained, but they revealed his love for the child.
"Sure, Star, what should we build?" His voice was calm, but his eyes held a tenderness different from his usual workday demeanor.
Excitedly, Star replied, "Let's build a big castle!" Her eyes sparkled with a dreamy light.
Mo Yanyu nodded and began to follow the guidance of the stars, building the block castle piece by piece. His technique was precise and delicate, with each block perfectly in place. Meanwhile, the stars cheered on the side, occasionally offering their suggestions. Their laughter echoed in the room, filled with the vitality of life.
As time passed slowly, Mo Yanyu and the stars built a colorful block castle together. Mo Yanyu looked at their creation, a hint of pride and satisfaction flashing in his eyes. For this man, who was a new father, this was not just a block castle, but also a bridge in his relationship with the stars, connecting them closely.
The stars happily ran around the castle, and her laughter filled the entire room, adding a special color to Mo Yanyu's life.
After work, Mo Yanyu would take the stars to the park for a walk. They would watch flowers, observe birds, and chase butterflies together. Every time the stars laughed, it seemed to inject fresh vitality into Mo Yanyu's dull life. He learned how to hold the stars' little hand and navigate through the crowd, and how to gently pick her up when she was tired. These small actions were silently changing Mo Yanyu.
At night, when the stars ask for a bedtime story, Mo Yanyu chooses some scientific fairy tales and tries to tell stories about the stars and the universe in a stiff but sincere tone. The stars listen with relish, their eyes shining with a longing for the unknown world. Sometimes they ask, "Uncle Mo, can we travel to the universe?" Mo Yanyu replies, "Maybe in the future, stars." His words, though brief, are filled with hope for the future.
As time passes, Mo Yanyu gradually adapts to this new rhythm of life. His life is no longer just about work and the pursuit of technology, but also about caring for and taking responsibility for this little life. He begins to learn how to be a qualified father, and although the process is full of challenges and confusion, whenever he sees the star's smiling face, all worries seem to disappear.
One evening, as Mo Yanyu was tucking the stars into bed, the stars suddenly asked, "Uncle Mo, will you always be with me?" Mo Yanyu's heart tightened, he gently touched the star's head and earnestly replied, "Yes, star. I will always be with you."
This sentence is not only a promise to the star, but also Mo Yanyu's acceptance of his new identity. From this moment on, he is no longer just a strict businessman, but also a responsible father. His world has become more colorful with the addition of the star, and his heart is filled with warmth and joy like never before.
The arrival of the stars not only changed Mo Yanyu's life, but also brought about a profound change in his state of mind. He began to understand that life is not just about the accumulation of technology and theory, but also requires the nourishment of love and emotions. The stars were like a bright light in his life, guiding him to explore a more colorful world.
In this bustling city, Mo Yanyu's life became full of vitality because of the arrival of the stars. Every day, their interaction quietly changed Mo Yanyu.
One evening, when Mo Yanyu opened the door to his home, the stars rushed into his arms like a gust of wind. "Uncle Mo, you're back!" Star's voice was full of excitement, her little face pressed tightly against Mo Yanyu's thigh.
Mo Yanyu smiled slightly, a smile that still seemed somewhat unnatural on his face, but his eyes were gentle. "Yes, Star, I'm back. How was your day today?" His voice was calm, trying to engage in everyday conversation with Star.
Star pulled Mo Yanyu's hand and ran to the dining table, "Today I drew a picture and I want to show it to Uncle Mo!" She excitedly took out a drawing from her backpack, showing a big sun and a colorful house.
Mo Yanyu squatted down and carefully looked at Star's artwork. His lips curled slightly, "This is really well-drawn, Star. You are very creative." His praise was not abundant, but each word was sincere.
At dinner time, Mo Yanyu was busy in the kitchen. His movements were somewhat stiff, but he had learned to make a few simple dishes that Star liked. Star stood at the kitchen door, wearing a small apron and watching curiously. "Uncle Mo, can I help?" Her eyes sparkled with excitement.
Mo Yanyu turned around and looked at Star's expectant little face, nodding. "Of course, come help Uncle Mo wash the vegetables." His voice remained calm, but the twinkle in his eyes revealed his appreciation for this companionship.
After dinner, Mo Yanyu sat on the sofa, watching as Xing Xing played on the carpet. He held a book in his hand, but his gaze kept drifting towards Xing Xing. Her laughter filled the once quiet home with warmth.
Before going to bed, Mo Yanyu gently braided Xing Xing's hair. His movements were not very skilled, but he was very careful, afraid of hurting Xing Xing. Xing Xing sat in front of him, quietly looking at herself in the mirror.
"Uncle Mo, your braids look very nice!" Star's voice was soft, and her eyes were full of trust and affection for Mo Yanyu.
Mo Yanyu looked at Star, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart. This little life had given him so much to learn and grow from. He knew he still had many shortcomings, but he also realized that this was the path of his growth as a father.
In the bustling city, Mo Yanyu's daily life becomes extraordinary because of a small star. Every evening after work, coming home to see the innocent face of Star, all work pressures seem to disappear.
One night, Mo Yanyu was sitting on the sofa in the living room, flipping through a book about child psychology. His brow was slightly furrowed, apparently puzzled by the theories in the book. At this moment, Star came over with a picture book, her face adorned with an innocent smile.
"Uncle Mo, what are you looking at?" Star asked curiously, her voice as clear as wind chimes.
Mo Yanyu looked up, gazing into Star's eyes, and smiled slightly. "This is a book that teaches me how to take better care of you." His voice was steady, but no longer as aloof as before.
Star tilted her head and blinked her big eyes. "Uncle Mo, you already take good care of me!" Her voice was full of innocence and trust.
This sentence brought a warm feeling to Mo Yanyu's heart. He put down his book and gently touched Star's head. "Thank you, Star. I am still learning and hope to do better."
As time passed, Mo Yanyu gradually adapted to life with Xingxing. He learned to listen to her, understand her needs, and even took her to the park to play on weekends. His demeanor changed from initially being reserved to becoming natural and relaxed.
One sunny afternoon, they flew kites on the grass in the park. Mo Yanyu focused on holding the kite string, with a hint of childlike curiosity and joy in his eyes. Xingxing chased the kite's shadow on the grass, her laughter clear and joyful.
"Uncle Mo, the kite is flying so high!" Star exclaimed excitedly, her face beaming with joy.
Mo Yanyu turned to look at Star, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Yes, Star, it's flying very high," his voice filled with a calm tenderness.
Although the process of parenting is full of challenges, whenever he sees the smiling face of the child, all the worries seem to vanish. In the eyes of this little angel, Mo Yanyu is not only a calm and capable adult, but also a gentle and reliable uncle.
Comment 0 Comment Count