Mr. Hao tried to comfort him, but it didn’t work. The night grew darker, and Little Ping’an couldn’t help but secretly wipe his tears seeing that his mother hadn’t co back.
Moreover, he was so sleepy and wanted to go to bed, but his mother hadn’t returned yet.
When Hao Yansen entered his bedroom, he saw the little guy curled up on the bed, his eyelids drooping from sleepiness, looking like he wanted to sleep but didn’t dare to.
Hearing footsteps coming in, he was startled awake and opened his eyes wide, only to find it wasn’t his mom.
"Why aren’t you asleep yet?" Hao Yansen walked over and asked him in a low voice.
Although Little Ping’an called him Dad, there was still a lack of complete dependency.
He blinked his big eyes and said, "I’m waiting for Mom."
Hao Yansen sat on the bed and smiled, "Your mom won’t be back for a while. I’m not lying to you, she has so very important things to do, but she will be back once she’s done."
"Where did she go?"
"Many people are sick, and she went to treat them."
This explanation made Little Ping’an sowhat believe it. He knew his mom could heal people; his own body was healed by her.
"When will she be back?"
"Very soon, maybe one or two weeks, it won’t be too long anyway. If it were too long, I would miss her too."
Hao Yansen’s last words oddly comforted him.
"But I don’t want to be away from Mom," the little one said hesitantly.
Hao Yansen nodded, "I know, I don’t want to be away from her either. But with so many people sick, without her, they would all die."
"Die?" Little Ping’an was shocked. Was it that serious?
"Yes, your mom is amazing. What she’s doing is a great thing, and we need to support her and be the n behind her, don’t you think?"
What does it an to be the man behind soone?
The little guy didn’t understand, but it didn’t stop him from his own interpretation.
Anyway, it just sounded like a good thing.
"If you’re scared, I’ll sleep with you tonight," Hao Yansen added.
Little Ping’an was a little surprised, feeling inexplicably expectant, but he quickly shook his head, "I’m grown up, I can sleep by myself."
"Alright then, I’ll stay until you fall asleep before leaving. Do you want to tell you a story?" Hao Yansen asked casually, also picking up the storybook on the bedside table.
To be honest, he had never told a story to a child before and felt unsure about it. But the little guy was very vulnerable today, so he had to muster up the courage.
It seed that Little Ping’an was also curious about how he would tell a story. He nodded, his big eyes filled with anticipation.
Hao Yansen glanced at him, opened the storybook, "What story do you want to hear? The Journey to the West, Nezha Conquers the Sea, or sothing else?"
Boys, they should all like these stories, right?
"Mom has told those." Little Ping’an shook his head; he wanted to hear sothing different.
"Then the story of Alibaba, or Ultraman?"
"Heard that too."
"Have you heard all of them?"
"Yes."
Hao Yansen was troubled, "Alright, you tell a story, what do you want to hear?"
"A story I haven’t heard before."
Hao Yansen: "..."
He didn’t know many stories! He didn’t like reading storybooks when he was a kid. Even if he read quite a few, he had forgotten them.
"How about I tell you a story about Adventure Island?" He suddenly ca up with a good idea.
Indeed, upon hearing these three words, the little guy’s eyes lit up, "What is Adventure Island?"
"It’s a strange island, full of adventures and various encounters."
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