Lu Weisha’s father said it well, children’s childhood should not only be accompanied by toys and TV sets, but also some books with text and illustrations. Yang Yi also wanted to cultivate Xixi’s interest in reading, so after dinner tonight, Yang Yi took Xixi out to buy children’s books.
Because Murphy was at home, Yang Yi was worried. He didn’t take Xixi to Haihong Children’s Mall in Binhai District, but chose a mall nearby. There was the largest bookstore in Tingshan District. Naturally, there would also be Sections for children’s books.
“Baba, can I get down and walk by myself?” Yang Yi picked up the little girl for a while, but she felt that shopping in the mall in her father’s arms was not enough, and struggled to get down.
“Then you can’t run around, there are adults here, and you will be knocked over if you’re not careful.” Yang Yi had to put Xixi down and warned. Watching her daughter grow up day by day, both good and bad, now she is no longer obsessed with her father’s arms.
However, there doesn’t seem to be anything bad. Xixi seems to be getting less skinny gradually. After she listened to her father’s “scare”, she really didn’t run around, and she stuffed her little hand into her father’s big hands.
“Baba, I want you to hold me.” Xixi didn’t know what she was having fun, she raised her head and said to her father with a smile on her face, her sweet voice still had a strong dependence on her father.
Yang Yi held Xixi’s small hand with knitted gloves and looked at the little girl’s beautiful smiling eyes, her mood suddenly brightened.
They came to the children’s book section of the bookstore. There were a dazzling array of books, as well as the colorful patterns on the covers, which immediately dazzled Xixi. The little girl looked left and right, forgetting to move her footsteps.
“Xixi, come and see, what is this?” Yang Yi saw some familiar faces in the bestsellers area, smiled happily, raised an eyebrow with Xixi, and said.
The little girl was still in a state of extreme distraction. She looked at other beautiful patterns and staggered to her father’s side.
This little confusion gives people the feeling of being undefended. I’m afraid anyone who sees it can’t help but want to take her away.
“Look at this, what is it?” Yang Yi smiled, took a fairy tale book from the shelf, and shook it towards Xixi.
“What is it?” Xixi looked at her father in confusion.
“Look at this, do you recognize the characters on it?” Yang Yi pointed to the title of the book and said to Xixi.
Xixi finally regained her senses and concentrated on looking at the cover. Immediately, the little girl raised her head in amazement, her gloved hand still pressed the word “Xixi” on it, and said to her father, “Baba , that’s my name.”
But soon, the little girl had self-doubt again: “No, no, my name is Yang Xi.”
“These two Xi characters!” Yang Yi said with a smile.
“It’s my name too!” Xixi finally made her final judgment, looking up at her father in surprise, as if it was her turn to tell her findings, “Baba, this is my name!”
“That’s right! Because this is the book your father wrote for you, don’t you look familiar with the picture above?” Yang Yi said with a smile, pointing to the cartoon characters interspersed on the cover.
“This is Pinocchio, this is Sid, this is an elephant, a woolly elephant…” This time, the little girl finally recognized it, she said happily.
“Yes, these are the stories Dad told you, a collection of stories, this one is called “Xi Xi’s Bedtime Story 2”, and then there is “Xi Xi’s Bedtime Story”, No. One, and “Journey to the West”…” Yang Yi picked up a few copies and said to Xixi.
“A lot of books!” The little girl looked at her father with a smile on her face. She couldn’t understand the meaning of these yet, but Xixi was still very happy.
“Lu Weisha’s father said that when he returns to Sweden on vacation, he will bring you their country’s storybooks when he comes back.” Yang Yi said with a smile, “So let’s also buy some storybooks written by my father. Give it to Lu Weisha, okay?”
There is a problem. The storybooks sent by Yang Yi are all in Chinese. Lu Weisha and her father must not understand it, so they can only be given to each other as a cultural gift.
Of course, Yang Yi was inspired by the sale of the copyright of “Prison Break” abroad, and also translated his own works, the most important of which are “Xi Xi’s Bedtime Story”, but the main purpose is to use It is for those film and television manufacturers in the United States, so it has not been listed for sale yet.
It is also convenient to make a physical book. Yang Yi asked Lu Benjie to arrange it. After these fairy tale books are released in the United States, he can also send two more copies to Lu Weisha. Of course, this may take a long time.
But Yang Yi still prefers to send Chinese books. After all, the other party is also sending books in other people’s native language, so he must have some cultural confidence. Lu Weisha can’t understand, but you can learn some Chinese slowly!
“Okay! Baba, is this a gift?” Xixi didn’t think much about it, the little girl smiled happily and asked questions.
“Yes, Lu Weisha’s father gave us gifts, and we will also give them some gifts in return.” Yang Yi and Xixi smiled and said.
After losing a few books in the shopping basket, Yang Yi still got down to business, looking for children’s books that he or Murphy could read with Xixi before going to bed at night.
However, after flipping through the best-selling bookcase, Yang Yi frowned slightly.
The books here are not very suitable for Xixi to read, not to mention how the stories are. Yang Yi hasn’t read the stories carefully, but they are all similar to the stories he wrote, preferring to use words to narrate.
The dense small print and gorgeous words are obviously not a book that Xixi can understand at her age. If you really want to see it, at least you have to wait until Xixi is eight or nine years old and can read more.
After turning around a few counters, Yang Yi finally found a counter with books on it, just like comics, with more illustrations. What’s more interesting is that there are also many children who came to the mall with their parents and read their books with relish.
There are big and small, the youngest are six or seven years old, and they look like elementary school students~IndoMTL.com~ The older ones are also in their early 10s, each holding a small book, or standing in front of the bookcase, or sitting cross-legged Sitting on the ground, or with half of their buttocks squeezed against the edge of the bookcase, they looked very engaged. Yang Yi walked past them with Xixi, and they didn’t raise their heads, as if they didn’t realize it.
Xixi looked at these little brothers and sisters curiously, with a hint of yearning in her eyes. She didn’t know whether she thought reading books was interesting, or she was simply following the herd mentality, but this kind of atmosphere really made the little girl sprouted. The desire to read like them.
However, compared to other bookcases, the front of this bookcase is a bit crowded. The little girl carefully followed behind her father, following every step of the way, afraid of accidentally stepping on others.
“Which ones do you want to see?” Yang Yi put the shopping basket on a high place, flipped through two random books, and asked Xixi casually.
In this environment, Xixi couldn’t help sticking to her father. After hearing her father’s question, she raised her head and looked at her father in confusion.
“I don’t know…” the little girl whispered.
With such a low voice, she is also afraid of disturbing the little brothers and sisters who are reading books seriously. It seems that reading is really a sacred thing.