The night is as cool as water, and the moon is like a silver hook.

The little girl hasn't slept at ten o'clock in the evening, and the little girl hasn't returned to the Pearl Community to live tonight, because the woman has something to do, and she can't finish until midnight, so the little girl is here all day today.

The little girl has a habit of listening to stories every night to fall asleep, but Guo Buhuai is relaxed now and has bought several short stories.

The little girl was lying on her own little bed, her big watery eyes still gurgling. Guo Buhuai was holding a storybook in one hand and was held in his arms by the little girl in the other.

Guo Buhuai cleared his throat and chose a short story "Three Little Mouses" that is more educational and easy to understand.

"It is said that once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain, and there was an old monk in the temple. ”

Guo Buhuai's voice is as tranquil as a rhyme, with a man's unique magnetism, gentle and gentle.

The notes are like warm spring water flowing slowly in the heart, and the tone is exactly the same as the ups and downs in the story. The little girl held his gentle big hand, and listening to the magnetic and gentle voice made her heart full of security.

The old monk in the temple has eaten fasting for more than 50 years, and he is skinny. Although every day is coarse tea and light rice, he is still very satisfied.

An oil lamp had been with him for most of his life, and there was a small oil cylinder next to the oil lamp, and one day he fell asleep while meditating and forgot to close the lid of the oil cylinder.

Three little mice came to steal the oil, but the oil tank was so deep that they could only smell the aroma of the oil, and they could not drink the oil at all.

The more they smelled the oil, the more hungry they became, so the three of them calmed down and thought about it together. Finally, a little mouse came up with a good idea: one mouse bites the tail of another mouse and hangs it to the bottom of the tank to drink oil. They have come to a common agreement with each other: everyone takes turns drinking oil, and no one can have the idea of selfishness.

The first mouse to be hung down thought to himself: There is so little oil, if everyone takes turns to drink it, each one can only drink a little bit, and it will not be enjoyable at all! If I am lucky today, I might as well drink it myself.

The rat caught in the middle thought: There is not much oil underneath, and if the rat below drinks it up, then why should I drink the northwest wind! Why should I hang so hard in the middle and let it enjoy everything alone! Why don't I put it down and jump down and drink it well......

The rats above also muttered to themselves: "There is so little oil, when the two of them are full of drinks, where will I have my share! It is better to release them at this time and jump down and drink a full meal!"

So the mouse in the middle ruthlessly let go of the tail of the mouse at the bottom, and the mouse at the top quickly let go of the tail of the mouse in the middle, and they scrambled to jump into the tank.

When they have eaten and drunk enough, they suddenly find themselves soaking wet, and with the depth of the foot slippery tank, they can no longer escape the oil tank.

When Guo Buhuai told the story, the little girl listened very carefully and listened with relish.

"Do you know what this story tells us?" Guo Buhuai asked in a warm voice, completely different from the daytime, and only then did he want to be a warm dad.

The little girl tilted her little head on the pillow, thought for a while and said, "I know, this story tells us that if the old monk wants to eat meat, the oil in the oil tank can't be too much, and the lid of the oil tank can't be covered, which can attract a steady stream of mice." ”

The corners of Guo Buhuai's mouth twitched: "Old monks don't eat meat!"

"But the old monk is really skinny! skinny, and so pitiful. The little girl muttered a little mouth.

No, what does this have to do with being thin or not, Guo Buhuai was a little speechless.

"Old monks don't eat rat meat!" Guo Buhuai affirmed.

"But the story doesn't say that the old monk doesn't eat meat!"

What a strange idea, when I think that the woman often tells small stories, the little girl's upright outlook on life is distorted, and it seems that the little girl should be educated well.

Actually, this story tells us that if you're faced with a task that you can't do alone, then you should know that the only way to accomplish it is to work together. All three mice thought of this, but they couldn't make it to the end. ”

"When the first step is completed through collaboration, selfishness and greed instantly blind the mind, do things that harm others and benefit themselves, and finally destroy the cooperative relationship, causing everyone in the group to suffer serious consequences, which is where the failure of the three little mice is. ”

Guo Buhuaizai carefully told the little girl the truth contained in it, although she still seems to understand it now, but she also needs to establish a correct outlook on life.

"Oh! it seems to make sense!" the little girl seemed to understand.

"Daddy, I'm going to listen. The little girl said coquettishly.

"Well, then I'll tell you the story of the tortoise-hare race!"

"Don't listen to this, my mother has said it before, change one for another. ”

Guo Buhuai flipped through the book for a while, and suddenly found a very interesting little story "A Bear Who Wants to Be a Father":

A long time ago there was a forest, and there was a bear in the forest named Xiong Er, who woke up from hibernation and suddenly felt very lonely, and he decided to raise a baby bear.

But he didn't know what to do to be Papa Bear, and later, he was lucky enough to meet a special friend......

One morning, Xiong Er was still sleeping in the cave, and there was already a wild bird outside, singing and looking for bugs to eat.

A small birch tree at the entrance of the cave, whose leaves had not yet grown, and the naughty wind could not bear it, passed through the thin and thin branches...... Spring has come.

Xiong Er finally slowly opened his eyes from hibernation, his stomach was grumbling with hunger, and after sleeping for months, of course he was hungry.

Xiong Er kept looking for something to eat, eating, eating, eating...... Soon, he raised himself fat again.

On a sunny afternoon, he was still thinking about how to be a tall and strong Papa Bear, and he couldn't come up with a good idea no matter how much he thought about it.

The next day he mustered up the courage and shouted vigorously into the forest: "Can anyone tell me how I can have a baby?"

I don't know where a little rabbit jumped out, and asked Xiong Er in surprise: "What? Say it again, don't you really know? The baby grows out of the radish garden! You have to look carefully, between these two little radish, if you see a pair of little ears coming out of the soil and pull him up, you have a little baby! Of course, you have to pull it carefully!"

When the little rabbit was about to leave, he smiled at Xiong Er and said, "How is it?

Although Xiong Er doesn't believe the rabbit's words very much, especially the part that pulls the ears. But the next day he went to the turnip garden......

A magpie was very surprised and said to Xiong Er, "What? You are looking for a baby between these two turnips? No, the method is actually very simple, just find one but squat down and hatch him well, and you will hatch a little baby." ”

Then he ran to ask the frogfish, and although it was very uncomfortable to bury his head in the water and talk, he anxiously asked the frogfish, "How can I have a baby?"

The frogfish smiled slyly and said, "You should sprinkle some sugar on the windowsill, and wait quietly, and the white stork will send a baby." ”

Xiong Er didn't know what a windowsill was, but he knew where to find a white stork.

The white stork said impatiently: "You see, I only catch frogs, I am in Africa when you are hibernating, how can I have any baby for you." ”

The big bear was disappointed, and just when he didn't know what to do, a female bear came over: "Do you want a baby bear, I can give it to you." ”

"Really, then hurry up and bring it!" Xiong Er said happily.

The she-bear introduced: "Hello, my name is Xiong Da. ”

Xiong Er introduced himself: "My name is Xiong Er. ”

"It's really two, if you want a baby bear is a matter of two bears, how can I give it to you?"

……

After listening to this little story, the little girl's eyelids were already fighting, but she still asked a question: "Aren't Xiong Da and Xiong Er two brothers, both male bears are good!" This made him speechless.

The little girl was already very sleepy, and she fell asleep before the story was finished in the third month. The little hand was still holding Guo Buhuai's arm, gently breaking the little girl's hand, covering her with a sheet, looking at the sleeping little girl looking very cute.

Guo Buhuai is still cultivating as always, and the little fat dog under the old locust tree has long been lying below. Guo Buhuai strung to the tree like a ghost, because an epiphany rushed through the door, making his cultivation twice as effective with half the effort.

Far away from the "Heaven and Earth Creation Formula", the silver moonlight was like a burst of silver star rain swaying on Guo Buhuai's body, and the fat dog's belly under the tree exhaled and inhaled, and part of the moonlight was absorbed by it.

If ordinary people see this situation, they must be scared half to death, Xiaopang is now a serious dog demon.

Since the turtle shell merged with him, there have been some changes, and a large amount of moonlight has been ingested in the turtle shell space, hooking the door.

Thundered!

The avenue was silent, and the turtle shell space was originally only ten directions of heaven and earth, but now it had risen to more than twenty directions, and what excited him the most was that there was a wisp of mana derived from the space.

It was faster than he had imagined, and yes, he had finally regained a trace of his mana, and this wisp of mana was very pure, much more condensed than the mana of his heyday.

With this wisp of mana, he can do a lot of things, refining weapons, refining medicines, arranging formations, and using some small spells.

As for the little fat dog, he is greedy to absorb Yuehua, Guo Buhuai can still drink soup when he eats meat, he can't be by the little girl's side all the time in the future, and cultivating the little fat is also out of consideration for the little girl.

Sleepless nights.

The next morning, Guo Buhuai was already lying on the bed and falling asleep, and the little girl got up early to find her grandmother, only Guo Buhuai was still sleeping.