Tong Zhao rarely has the opportunity to put children to sleep, and even fewer opportunities to give others bedtime stories. But now it's different, who told him to have his own little princess Tong Wenwen, even if he is not too familiar with the process of how to tell bedtime stories, but he has countless wonderful stories from another world in his mind.

Naturally, telling stories to Tong Wenwen is also a piece of cake.

When I watched anime with Tong Wenwen before, Tong Zhao was disgusted by the vulgar plots and pictures in this cartoon. He thinks that if he has the chance, he will make a delicate anime for Tong Wenwen to see, which is what you should be happy to watch at your age.

Passionate, happy, and educational. It's not a rough anime that relies on vulgar and forcibly cobbled together jokes as a selling point.

"In a city far, far away from us, there lives a child who is still in elementary school, and his name is Nobita. He often wears round glasses on his face and often wears a yellow dress on his body, and his personality is weak, and his academic performance is not good. Tong Zhao tried his best to use his deep voice to tell Tong Wenwen the story of Doraemon.

After all, Tong Zhao also likes this anime very much, and he has watched it many times, and he is familiar with the plot in it. At this point, all he needs to do is convert the animated plot into words that he speaks orally.

"Dad, why is his academic performance bad?" Tong Wenwen's little hand was on Tong Zhao's chest, and her big eyes were full of curiosity at this time.

"My academic performance is not good, because he doesn't work hard. Nobita's personality is lazy, he doesn't want to do a lot of things, and he has a girl he likes in the class, but he doesn't dare to pursue it. is often bullied by classmates in the class......" Tong Zhao's eyes looked at Tong Wenwen's pink face.

"Isn't Nobita very pitiful?" Tong Wenwen's face showed a hint of worry, and the heart of a child is like this. You can pay absolute attention to everything in the story, and you don't hesitate to care about the characters in the story: "Why didn't he work hard? My mother always told me that only hard work can change my life." ”

"Yes, yes, Wenwen is right, only hard work can change your life. Looking at Tong Wenwen's curious baby's appearance, Tong Zhao had no choice, and then narrated: "Until one day, the drawer of the desk in his room was suddenly opened, and a blue-white robot cat appeared in front of him. ”

"Well, I guess that's what it looks like. There was a pen and paper at the head of the bed, and Tong Zhao took it over, which was not a problem for him to draw Doraemon when he was a child.

Only the sound of "swish" was heard, and Doraemon's figure appeared on his drawing paper.

When Tong Wenwen saw this, she was instantly full of anticipation, and her two little hands stretched out to Tong Zhao and said, "Dad, I want to watch, I want to watch." ”

Tong Zhao handed the drawing paper to Tong Wenwen, who looked at Doraemon on the picture quality like a treasure.

"And then, ah......" After doing all this, Tong Zhao is to Tong Wenwen again The story of Doraemon, if there are some animated plots, Tong Zhao can't remember, but he can also rely on his language ability to round this story.

And when Tong Zhao talked about Doraemon's treasure bag, Tong Wenwen's big eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and she listened more carefully to this story. When she heard that Doraemon took out the props from the treasure bag to help Nobita get through some troublesome things, Tong Wenwen's small head didn't know what she was thinking.

"Alright, that's the end of the story. Tong Zhao reached out and turned off the light in the bedroom, leaving only a bedside lamp. The pale yellow light illuminates the father and daughter on the bed, which looks very warm.

After listening to Tong Zhao's story, Tong Wenwen only felt that she was not satisfied, and she used her own tricks at the moment. Two little hands grabbed Tong Zhao's arm, kept shaking it, and said coquettishly: "Dad, can you tell me another story about Doraemon, tell me another one." ”

Tong Zhao had no resistance to his baby daughter's coquettishness, so he had to caress Tong Wenwen's head helplessly: "Okay, dad will tell Wenwen another one." But after telling another Doraemon story, Wenwen, you're going to sleep. ”

"Well, one more, just one. Tong Wenwen gestured out her little finger and swore a promise.

Tong Zhao has the experience of telling a story for the first time, so naturally he is a lot more proficient when he tells the story of Doraemon again. And the number of episodes of the Doraemon cartoon is also very large, even if Tong Zhao tells Tong Wenwen ten episodes a day, it will take several months.

Using his own voice, Tong Zhao's voice changed in the dialogue between Nobita and others, and suddenly made this story colorful. This made Tong Wenwen, who listened to the story, fall into a very big enjoyment, and that little thought kept drifting with the story in Tong Zhao's mouth.

"Alright, that's it. Wenwen has to keep the agreement, it's time to go to bed. After Tong Zhao told Tong Wenwen the second story, he only felt a little dry lips, reached out and gently patted Tong Wenwen's weak back, and said slowly in that soft voice.

Tong Wenwen was also full of sleep listening to the story at this time, but the story told by Tong Zhao was so wonderful that it completely involved her thoughts. I didn't fall asleep for a long time, and if Ye Hanfang told the story, it didn't take ten minutes for Tong Wenwen to fall into a deep sleep.

"Dad, is it really Doraemon again in this world?" Tong Wenwen leaned against Tong Zhao's side and asked in a low voice.

When Tong Zhao heard this, when he saw Tong Wenwen's real appearance, he couldn't help but smile slightly in his heart. So he pondered for a while, and then said: "It should exist, but whether there is or not, it depends on Wenwen's luck." ”

"Then Dad, are you amazing, or are you amazing?" Tong Wenwen's long eyelashes flickered slightly, and she whispered to Tong Zhao again.

Patting Tong Wenwen's weak back, Tong Zhao said slowly: "Doraemon is amazing, but fool, Dad will always be your Doraemon." ”

After saying such a thing, Tong Wenwen next to her did not move. Turning his eyes lightly, he saw that Tong Wenwen had fallen asleep, Tong Zhao smiled and covered the quilt on his body for his little princess.

Then he turned off the bedside lamp at the head of the bed, gently kissed Tong Wenwen's fleshy face, and whispered: "Good night, my little princess." ”