Liao Chu didn't have much belongings, and there was quite a lot of space on the second floor, which was more than enough for a child.

When she first arrived in a strange environment, the little girl was a little scared and stood at the door of the room unable to move.

"Uncle, can I sleep with you?"

Liao Chu touched her pigtails and said, "Brave children will sleep on their own, right?"

Although children are young, it is time to start cultivating gender awareness.

"I am a brave child." When she said this, the little girl's eyes were already watery, and she was trying hard to breathe to prevent tears from falling.

It is normal to feel insecure when you suddenly change your environment after experiencing the huge blow of losing your mother.

Liao Chu pointed to the opposite side and said, "That's my uncle's room, don't be afraid."

It's very close, the two doors are only three or four meters apart.

Guoguo sniffed and nodded, her big eyes were red, and she looked aggrieved and pitiful.

It was already dark, even the energetic cicadas could no longer scream, and the noisy world suddenly became quiet.

Lying on the bed, Liao Chu was not sleepy at all, staring blankly at the ceiling in the dark night.

As soon as I had some time to relax, the experiences of the past few days rolled over me like a rising tide, leaving me with nowhere to escape.

His gaze passed over the bedside table.

There was a stack of documents on it, and one in the middle was a death certificate.

My sister is dead.

Will never come back.

The brain that had been closed for several days finally restarted, and some indescribable sadness slowly rose from the bottom of my heart, like a vine with spikes.

I don’t have a sister anymore…

It was only now that Liao Chu seemed to realize this clearly.

Fragments of memories from the past twenty years came flooding back, circling rapidly in his mind like a revolving lantern, coming and going.

His parents have never existed in his world, and now, he has lost his only sister.

Liao Chu hesitated whether he should cry, but he felt that even crying would not help.

"Ah Chu, this world is beautiful, you should smile more." My sister once said this, and said that he always had a straight face and was not like a child.

Liao Chu slowly exhaled and suddenly heard a faint cry.

Um?

He sat up subconsciously, slowly walked out of the room following the sound, and stood at the door of the bedroom opposite.

"Guoguo?" He knocked lightly on the door.

The sobs stopped abruptly.

After a while, the little girl cried, "Yes, you are a brave child."

After saying that, there was a loud sniffing sound.

Liao Chu pushed the door open, touched the light switch and pressed it. He was shocked to find that the little girl who was supposed to be sleeping was huddled in the corner with her only old bear stuffed in her arms.

Like a big mushroom facing the wall and thinking about it.

Big Mushroom turned his head carefully, looked at him with red eyes, pretended to be strong and choked up: "Guoguo, Guoguo is a brave child... Wuwuwu."

Big tears fell down his face.

Liao Chu looked at her little face that looked exactly like her sister, and a thin ache quickly arose in his heart.

"Don't cry, it's uncle's fault." He lifted the little girl over and wiped her wet face carefully.

Guoguo originally thought she was so brave and strong, but now after hearing the words of comfort, she suddenly felt strongly wronged and couldn't help but burst into tears.

"There are monsters, and, and a big bad wolf trying to eat me!"

"Guo Guo is so brave, woo woo, so black, I don't want Guo Guo anymore!"

After crying, the nephew and uncle had a long tug-of-war, and finally each took a step back:

Sleep with the door open and the light in the living room on.

Guoguo was still frightened, "Will the monsters not come to bite my toes?"

When he said this, his white and tender little feet shrank into the quilt.

Liao Chu nodded, "There is an agreement between Guang and the monster, and monsters cannot appear where Guang is."

He was also afraid of the dark when he was a child, but no one would accommodate him.

Guoguo looked up at the lights above and felt much more at ease.

"Uncle, can you tell me a story?" Guoguo pleaded softly as she got back into the quilt.

Liao Chu was stunned.

He may not be very good at telling stories.

"Please!" Guoguo tugged at the corner of his clothes.

Who can refuse a little girl's soft request?

At least Liao Chu couldn't.

He racked his brains for a long time, cleared his throat, and said dryly:

"Once upon a time, there were three little pigs, two of them were picky eaters and very naughty..."

For children, the logical errors that can be seen everywhere are completely unimportant. Guoguo was even fascinated by it.

She raised her little hand very seriously, "I'm not picky about food!"

"Very good." Liao Chu brushed her bangs back to encourage her.

"Then what?" Guoguo urged, "The picky piggy was punished, but what about the non-picky pig?"

In fact, Liao was already at a loss for words when he first arrived here, but in order to give his children a complete childhood, he had no choice but to continue writing with a straight face.

"The little pig who is not picky eats well and the pork belly sells for a good price..."
Chapter completed!