House Dad's Literary Life

Chapter 119 – Xixi’s Imitation Show

In fact, although Mo Fei’s concern made Yang Yi feel warm, her handiwork was still hard to compliment.

The corner of Yang Yi’s mouth was wounded. Mo Fei rummaged through the medical kit at home for a long time and didn’t know what to do. In the end, she disinfected Yang Yi with light salt water, and then put on a small band-aid! This band-aid was bought for Xixi as a spare!

Yang Yi didn’t know whether a band-aid can be applied on his wounded mouth. But as a 1.8m man like him, to have a band-aid with a cartoon design on his mouth, it was inevitable that his heart felt like it was crumbling.

However, it wasn’t good to reject Mo Fei’s sincerity. Yang Yi could only accept it with a bitter face. It was not until he was on the way home with Xixi that he secretly removed it and threw it away…

Back at her father’s house, Xixi ran around like a wild kitten and patrolled her territory like a tabby cat: Has her favorite skirt been hung up in the wardrobe? Is her baby bear and other dolls in the right place on the bed? Have the other toys in the box been moved?

It wasn’t until Yang Yi asked her to take a bath that she stopped. According to their routine, after she was nice and clean, the little girl would wait for her father to tell her a story, and then went to sleep!

However, today, the little girl was still a little mischievous. She was jumping on the bed in her little underpants, and when her father wanted to put on her nightwear, she hid with a smile.

Yang Yi had to put forth “real effort”. He stretched out his long arm to catch the mischievous little girl. When she was laughing with open mouth, he dressed her.

“Are you that happy to come back to Papa?” Yang Yi dotingly traced the bridge of her nose and asked.

“Um!” Xixi nestled in her father’s arm and nodded obediently, but soon, unable to stay still, she struggled to get up from her father’s arms.

“Yang Yi, you squat down!” Xixi, learning from her mother’s appearance today, said coolly with her arms on her hips.[1]

Mo Fei, of course, didn’t put her arms on her hips.

Yang Yi was stunned and didn’t know what the little girl was going to do.

“Come on, Papa, squat down quickly!” The little girl stamped her foot on the bed anxiously and urged.

All right, Yang Yi respectfully followed the divine orders. He first got up from the bed, and then bend his knees and squat down on the bed.

Xixi move closer, but how could the little girl reach him? Her father was still too tall even if he squatted down!

“Squat down a little bit more!” Xixi pressed his father’s shoulder and jumped and said.

Yang Yi had to bend down again, and finally knelt on the bed with one leg and balanced with the other. Only in this way could he be on an “equal footing” with the standing little girl.

“Let me see your wound, too.” Xixi carried on the imitation to the end, holding his father’s face in her small hand, looking distressed, and leaning over with her big eyes open.

This amused Yang Yi greatly and he couldn’t help smiling.

“Oh, you can’t smile, your mouth is hurt!” Xixi pouted and said.

Yang Yi quickly stopped smiling and pursed his lips.

“All right! I saw it! Yang Yi, your mouth is hurt! What can I do then?” The little girl tilted her little head and said.

“Xixi, don’t worry, it’s much better. It’ll be completely better tomorrow!” Yang Yi’s ability to cooperate was zero. He was also comforting Xixi.

However, the little girl suddenly lowered her head and gave a smack on the corner of her father’s lips!

And it really was the corner of his lips. Moreover, Yang Yi reflexively moved his head to the side, so the place that Xixi ended up kissing was not much different than his cheek!

But even so, Yang Yi was stunned by her daughter.

“Good! Mama said, wherever it hurts, Xixi’s kiss will make the pain go away!” The little girl patted her father on the shoulder innocently and said heroically, “Yang Yi, it won’t hurt anymore!”

Although Yang Yi often let Xixi kiss his cheek, or he would kiss her daughter’s forehead affectionately, this was a little problem now.

Of course, the little girl didn’t understand anything, but Yang Yi was a little entangled. He even has some complaints: “Comrade Mo Fei, do you know that it is very problematic for you to instill some concepts into Xixi? Do you know, your precious daughter, cough, stole, what should have belonged to you, cough cough, her father’s first kiss!”

Did Yang Yi still have his first kiss?

He really didn’t know, but in his memory, this guy really hasn’t had any intimate contact with other women! As for that crazy night in the maple forest, his memory was fragmented, and Yang Yi didn’t know if he had ever kissed…

Let’s just think there…

After being speechless for a long time, Yang Yi still felt uncomfortable. Although some news reports in his previous lives have shown celebrities kissing their children in the lips, which may be a way to express love, Yang Yi thought that it was not right.

However, Xixi didn’t have this consciousness yet. When the little girl had enough, she climbed into the quilt, patted the position next to her, and yelled, “Papa, come here and tell Xixi a story!”

Yang Yi shook his head. He first put aside these distracting thoughts and went to tell a story to his daughter.

However, Xixi didn’t seem to have the consciousness of men and women should not touch hands when they give or receive things[2]. Yang Yi thought it was necessary to discuss with Mo Fei about giving some precautionary knowledge to Xixi. Otherwise, when she goes to kindergarten, she may have to come into contact with other little boys in the absence of her father.

Yang Yi didn’t want her daughter to kiss other little boys too!

“How dare there be such a bold boy! I’ll hack him to death with a knife!” Yang Yi thought fiercely.

“What story is Papa going tell Xixi today?” The little girl asked sweetly.

Yes, what story are you going to tell your daughter?

In the past few months, he has told all the western fairytales the he knew of to Xixi, and many of them were made up by himself using western fairy tales’ template.

“It’s got to be a long story, and it’s best to tell it for a period of time.” Yang Yi thought to himself.

He smiled and said to his daughter, “Today, Papa will tell Xixi a story about a monkey.”

“A story about a monkey?” Xixi became interested. “Is it the kind of monkey that can eat apples and bananas? Xixi has seen it on TV!”

Mo Fei hasn’t taken Xixi to the zoo yet! A lot of the little girl’s knowledge came from the TV.

“Yes! It is said that a long time ago, our world was divided into five places. The one in the east is called Dongsheng Shenzhou, and the one in the west is called Xiniu Hezhou…”

Yes, the story that Yang Yi wanted to tell Xixi was “Journey to the West”!

Yang Yi’s memories of his previous life were very clear. He could remember the whole story of “Journey to the West”, including every word above. However, if Yang Yi wanted to tell the story of Journey to the West to his four-year-old daughter, he couldn’t tell it in classical Chinese. He must tell the story in his own word.

Even so, Xixi still couldn’t understand the names of these continents. She pouted her small mouth and said, “What are they called? I can’t remember.”

Yang Yi comforted: “it doesn’t matter if you can’t remember. Xixi only needs to know that there is a country called Aolai in the east, and there is Huaguo Mountain[3].”

“Why is it called Huaguo Mountain?” Xixi asked.

“Because the mountain is full of flowers and the trees are full of fruit!” Yang Yi said with a smile. He has become accustomed to the situation that his storytelling was often interrupted by this little “100,000 whys”!

“Wow! So good! “

“Well, there is still a stone on the mountain. This stone is not ordinary…” Yang Yi went on, and Xixi was already fascinated by it.

[1] The right translation here is “… said coolly with arms akimbo”

[2] 男女授受不亲 – A Chinese idiom that means men and women should not touch hands when they give or receive things. Or It is improper for men and women to touch each other’s hand in passing objects. (According to Confucian rules of etiquette).

[3] Huaguo Mountain – could also be translated as Flowers and Fruit Mountain.