Nana's mother unpacked the book, took the new book to her daughter's room, and said to her daughter kindly, "Lie down, or there will be no story to hear!"

After listening to her mother's words, little Nana immediately lay down on the bed, motionless and waited for her mother to say, "Got it, Mom!"

"I'll tell you a new story today, and I'm going to sleep obediently!" said my mother, shaking her hand from her newly bought fairy tale book.

"Got it, Mommy!" said little Nana, very well-behaved.

Nana's mother is a fan of Ding He, and she has been watching Ding He's live broadcast for more than two months. Because of the child, she watches the live broadcast every afternoon after eating and Nana watches cartoons. Until nine o'clock, I bathed my daughter, and after taking a bath, I told my daughter stories and coaxed her to sleep.

So Nana's mother has hardly watched Ding He's complete live broadcast, but it can't stop Nana's mother from appreciating Ding He. Every time I watch the live broadcast and listen to Ding He sing, Nana's mother will brush some small gifts. Although it is not much, it also expresses its support.

As before, let her daughter lie in her arms and help her cover the quilt, and the mother opened the book and began to tell the story. Pointing to the title of the story, he read softly: "The name of the story is called "The Ugly Duckling"!"

Nana's mother opened the first page, pointed out the pictures in the picture book to her daughter, and slowly told the story. On the first page, there is a large tree with several yellow ducks under the tree, and a black duck that has just emerged from its eggshell. On the far right of the page, there is a dense story written with a picture book, which looks very vivid.

"In the shade of a tree in the shade of summer, a mother duck is hatching a baby duck. The ducklings all broke out of their shells, except for the largest egg, which did not move."

……

Everyone didn't like the ugly duckling, and even his siblings said, "You ugly bastard, I wish the cat had caught you!"

……

A hound ran up to him and put its nose on him, baring its teeth fiercely. The ugly duckling cowered in fright, but the hound sniffed and ran away again.

"Ah, I'm so ugly that the hounds won't bite me!" thought the ugly duckling sadly.

……

"This winter was cold and long, and the ugly duckling had nothing to eat and no friends. When winter passed and spring finally came, the ugly duckling couldn't help but want to cry.

He flapped his wings and found that the wings were much more powerful than before, and he tried twice and was able to fly!"

……

Hearing that he was the most beautiful of the beautiful birds, the ugly duckling felt embarrassed and happy, and it made a happy voice from the heart: "When I was an ugly duckling, I never dreamed that there would be so much happiness!"

Nana and her mother read the pages of beautiful drawings while her mother read the narration. The mother and daughter snuggled up to each other and read the storybook together, which was really warm.

After Nana listened, but she was not sleepy, she said to her mother pitifully, "Mother will talk about one more!

"Say yes, go to bed after speaking!" said the mother, pretending to be angry, looking at Nana.

"The last one, go to bed after listening! Okay, Mommy, please!" Nana writhed in her mother's arms, and kept spoiling.

"Okay, it's the last one! you have to sleep, or your mother will be angry!" said her mother with a fond look at Nana.

"Well, mom is the best!" Nana said happily.

But the mother and daughter didn't know that the consequences of the decision to tell another story were quite serious.

"The last story, it's called 'The Little Match Girl!'" Nana's mother opened the next page, pointed to the title, and said to her daughter.

"Oh, match seller, little girl!" said Nana, knowing that there was a new story, and listened to the title of the story, cheering.

"It was horribly cold. It was snowing, and the night was starting to fall. It's the last night of the year – New Year's Eve. In the midst of such cold and darkness, there was a little girl with a bald head and bare feet walking down the street. ”

……

Now the little girl had to walk barefoot. The little feet were already red and blue from the cold. She had many matchsticks wrapped in an old apron; She still had a bundle in her hand. ”

……

"As soon as the little girl stretched out one of her feet to warm them up, the flame was suddenly extinguished, and the furnace was gone. ”

……

Nana's mother looked at the narrator, but couldn't speak. I saw that it was still written on the back:

"People who go out on New Year's see a little girl frozen to death in the corner with a smile on her face. She sat there, still holding matches in her hand—one of them was almost burned out. ”

"She wanted to warm herself up," the people said. No one knew what beautiful things she had seen, how happily she had gone with her grandmother to the happiness of the New Year.

"Mom, why are you crying? Tell me, what's wrong?" Nana was halfway through the story, and was curious about the rest of the story, and said to her mother, "How is he? Is she home?"

At this time, all over the country, not only Nana's family, but also many children's families, are repeating the same problem.

Of course, there are some children who are already literate, when they see the last sentence, they can no longer control their tears, and cry "wow".

The little faces wrinkled together, and in the room, they cried loudly: "Mommy, Mommy, the little match girl is dead!"

The mother heard the child's cry, rushed to the room, listened to the child's words, and after reading the story, tears could not stop flowing.

"Nana's negative sentiment +47!"

"Zhangcha's negative sentiment +38!"

"Liu Chuyang's negative sentiment value +53!"

"Han Meimei's negative sentiment value +99!"

……

At this time, Ding He, who was concentrating on singing, didn't notice that the emotional value record in his mind was constantly being refreshed.

Ou Hao, who was at home at this time, took the information sent and looked at it carefully. In the afternoon, Ou Hao launched a relationship and had conducted a comprehensive investigation of Ding He. Through the driving school, Ding He's personal information was found, and then Ding He was investigated.

"Anchor, release albums, write books, and earn more than 100 million, damn it!" Ou Hao looked at the information sent, and his teeth itched with anger.

"When the anchor can't control it, he can't control the album, but when he writes a book, can't Lao Tzu clean you up!" Ou Hao finished reading the information, his face was gloomy, he grabbed the information in his hand fiercely, and gritted his teeth.

Now Ou Hao has blamed all the faults on Ding He's head. If it weren't for his appearance, Zhao Yuqin would be his own sooner or later, and he would not have suffered so much because of an accident today.

Send the third watch and continue to ask for support!!

(End of chapter)