When Mi August saw that she had changed into pajamas, he touched his head and praised, “Good boy.” Then he said, “You go and lie down first, and I’ll come over after I deal with a few patients.”
Mi Feixue tilted her head.
Mi August said: “The guest who came today is sick.”
Mi Feixue pulled her sleeve with a look of reluctance.
“Okay, then we’ll go and see them tomorrow.” Mi August smiled fondly, “Anyway, they look like they won’t die for a while.”
Mi Feixue, who was so pampered, lowered her head shyly but did not let go of her sleeves.
“Let’s go.” Mi August held her hand and walked in.
The child’s room is very simple and clean. The most eye-catching thing is the huge bookshelf that takes up half of the room. There are layers of thread-bound books on the bookshelf.
Most of these books were pre-existing, and a few were written by Mi Feixue himself.
Children like to write very much. When Mi August came here half a year ago, she noticed that the child always stayed alone in the room and could sit at the desk for a whole day.
After getting to know each other better, Mi August asked Mi Feixue what she wanted to do in the future.
The little child said ignorantly: Write a book.
Mi August praised her as a young scholar, so he planned to save money and find connections to enroll her in a private school.
Now the road is down and paved, but it is inconvenient to use.
Mi August let the child lie down on the bed first, and he randomly picked out a book from the bookshelf. With the child’s expectant look, he sat down on the bed together and opened the book named “Little Lantern”.
“The little lantern is white and white, its eyes light up. It loves to eat hair and lick its cheeks. It squeaks so weirdly, so weirdly…”
Mi August finished reading along the title page and looked at the child beside him, “Newly written?”
Mi Feixue nodded shyly, but the trembling eyelashes on her dull eyes revealed some of the expectations in her heart.
Mi August praised: “It’s well written and rhymes.”
…
outside the house.
A lantern hanging on the corridor fluttered down, and the candlelight was lit inside. The candlelight swayed and made duplicate shadows, like two eyeballs, falling directly on Ban Lu’s head.
Wow.
The lantern opened a mouth and wrapped Banlu’s hair.