In the afternoon, Ding Dangdang came back from kindergarten. Wan Qing took them to draw. Thinking of Tianxue's design draft, she took a pen and wrote it on the paper. She wrote the English name of Xue's alphabet by letter, with different sizes and orderly... She wrote many kinds in succession.

Ding Ding came over: "Mom, what are you writing?"

"Write it for fun." Wanqing patted her head and went to see her painting, "It was so beautiful! Where is the Dangdang?"

Dangdang hid his picture book.

Wan Qing smiled helplessly, touched his head and said, "Your is as beautiful as your sister." Dangdang's picture class is worse than Dingding, but it's not bad~

Dangdang turned his head and said, "Hmph!" Stop lying to him!

Wan Qing sighed helplessly, kissed her and went back to her room, otherwise the two brothers and sisters might be angry! When they were quarreling, don’t be by the side, as they would be fine in a while. If the adults were by, the two of them would be unable to hide their face and became more and more furious.

When Mu Tianyang came back, the two little guys had already thrown their brushes down and watched cartoons, holding cartoon biscuits, eating them one by one, and falling in love with each other very much.

Mu Tianyang said: "I'm going to have supper, so I'm not allowed."

Dingding looked at him pitifully.

He pinched her nose: "Look at me, don't. I'm going to let you eat it, your mother should punish me."

On that day, the two brothers and sisters were very good. The next day, Wan Qing and Tianyang went to pick them up after school, but saw Ding Ding trot and followed behind, shouting: "Sister, don't be angry."

"What's wrong?" Wan Qing picked up Ding Ding and asked Dangdang, "Did you make your sister angry?"

Dangdang frowned: "It's not me!"

Wan Qing looked confused and looked at the teacher who was talking to other parents next to her. She probably didn't know. Because if there was something happening normally, the teacher would definitely say it.

"Let's get in the car first." Wan Qing said to Mu Tianyang.

After getting in the car, she asked Ding Ding, who turned her head and ignored her. After a moment, she looked up at the front: "Dad..."

"What's wrong?" Mu Tianyang hurriedly stopped the car, went to the back and opened the car door, and held her in his arms.

She hugged Mu Tianyang and cried: "Woooo...mom bullying people..."

Wan Qing was puzzled and asked Dangdang: "What's wrong with my sister?"

Dangdang said: "It's all that Li Qianqian is not good!"

"Well, what's wrong with Li Qianqian?" Needless to say, Li Qianqian must be their classmate.

"A child saw his sister's little wool and asked what her sister was."

Little Wangwang is a smaller version of "Wangwang" made by Wanqing. Because the previous "Wangwang" was too big and could not bring the school, Dingding was a little sad, Wanqing made her a very small one, which she could hold with one hand.

Dangdang said: "My sister said it was Wangwang, so she told them Wangwang's story. Everyone said it was very nice. We said it was made up by our mother, and everyone said that mother was very awesome."

Ding Ding leaned into Mu Tianyang's arms, stopped crying, lowered her head and touched the strap of her schoolbag, and did not speak.

Wan Qing glanced at her and asked Dangdang: "What's next?"

"Later, it was Li Qianqian. She said that this story was in the book, not made up by her mother, and she said that she lied to people!"

Wan Qing stared wide, I'll go!

"Then..." Wan Qing opened her mouth, not knowing what to say, but she thought about it before asking, "Then you didn't quarrel with Li Qianqian, are you?"

Dangdang shook his head: "But Dingding is very sad, she has never spoken again."

Wan Qing breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that she had never spoken before, so she should have not quarreled with her classmates. She reached out and touched Ding Ding's head, and Ding Ding looked at her: "Wang Wang... I know that Wang Wang is dead... Mom, don't tell its story in the future! Woo woo..."

Wan Qing hurriedly hugged her: "Be good, mom didn't lie to you, mom didn't lie to you with other people's stories!" No one knows the girl, and she knows what Ding Ding is sad about.

"Really?" Dingding looked at her wateryly, "It's Li Qianqian who lied to others, right?"

"She shouldn't have lie, either." Wan Qing looked at Mu Tianyang helplessly and said to her, "The book she mentioned should be written by her mother."

"Hmm?" Ding Ding was puzzled.

Mu Tianyang was stunned: What does she mean? She wrote a book? But he didn't even notice it!

Wan Qing looked at him with some guilt and pushed him: "Let's talk about it when we go home."

The publishing house gave her a sample book, but she was ashamed to meet people and did not dare to put it out and put it in a miscellaneous box. After she got home, she found the book. Mu Tianyang took the book and read it for a moment. The author's name attracted his attention: "Mu Wan?"

"Well, the editor asked me if I wanted to give a pseudonym..." She thought that she could not be exposed, so she took it.

"I know it's a pseudonym." Mu Tianyang said, "What does this mean?"

"Just choose whatever you want. You have a word of your name, a word of mine, and then use a homophone, that's it. I originally wanted to call it "Dingdang", but the editor stared at me and didn't say anything. I probably disagree, so I had to stop using it."

Mu Tianyang glared at her, opened the book, and instantly turned four or five pages, the setting was different from what she told the child before. He turned to the back and looked at a few pages, and it was indeed her story!

For a moment, he didn't know what to feel, and his chest was faintly emerging, with grievances (he didn't know), helpless (just leave, what else can he do?), proud (my wife is amazing!)…

Wanqing explained to Dingding again: "Mom has written the story of Wangwang into a book, share it with other children to know, so that everyone can know how powerful your Wangwang is!"

"Will that wool... go with other kids?"

"Of course not! Don't forget that you are also in the story, and everyone will envy you!"

"Will other kids like it?"

"Of course, I will like you and your brother."

"Okay then." Dingding nodded and said guiltily, "I'm not blaming my mother... it's just... well... I was wrong."

"Be good." Wan Qing smiled, "You are a good child who understands right and wrong, and you are a wise man. It's too late to be happy!"

Ding Ding smiled shyly and hugged her: "Wouldn't you be fine if my mother reads Wangwang's story to us?"

"Okay. But... Wangwang's story is a little different from before. Because... some places were not good before, and you will understand when you grow up."

"Um."

Wan Qing held her and sat on the sofa, held Dangdang aside, opened the book and explained while reading.

When she heard it, it seemed that the story at the beginning was indeed different. She had heard it a long time ago, and then Wanqing did not repeat it, so she didn't remember it clearly. But when she heard that Wang Wang was not dead, her eyes lit up and she listened more and more seriously.
Chapter completed!