I was reborn and returned to the age of three and a half. Did my mother also have a heart transplant

After Zaizai and Xiaohua entered the yard, they found that their mother was not in the main room.

There were lights on in Grandpa Jiang and Grandpa Zhou's rooms, so I thought they were probably going to treat their illnesses.

He picked up Xiaohua and slid down Xiaobaibai's body like a slide to the ground.

"Come on, Xiaohua, let's go inside and wait for mom!"

"Okay, sister!"

The two little cuties held hands and walked into the house cutely together.

After Mo Yan found out that Zizi and Xiaohua had both returned, she no longer had the energy to comb Zhou Dachao's hair too carefully. After all, once the green life energy entered their bodies, it would repair the damaged cells on its own even if she didn't comb them.

When she combed their hair, she was only trying to maximize the green life energy to heal them faster and better.

She had already sorted out the major parts of Zhou Dachao's body. As for the smaller parts, Mo Yan simply gave them another ball of green energy and let them repair themselves.

She couldn't wait to hold her sweet and soft cub in her arms and go to sleep.

But in the eyes of Zhou Dachao and his son, Mo Yan was using up his "superpower" (magic power) for them.

After all, they had seen it before when treating others, and the lady would only give one ball at most.

Finally, when it was his (his father's) turn, the lady first gave him a ball of light, and then gave him a big ball of green light.

In their opinion, this was a huge expense.

No wonder the lady said that a good night’s sleep would make everything completely better.

The young lady is really generous to the old man with such a precious thing!

No wonder the old man calls me "Miss" all the time, he is very sincere.

"Okay, let Mr. Zhou sleep. It's time for me to go back to bed too!"

As he spoke, Mo Yan also yawned.

"Miss, thank you for saving my father!"

Zhou Shuaishuai bowed deeply and solemnly towards Mo Yan.

Zhou Dachao wanted to say something, but he could no longer hold on and fell asleep.

Mo Yan didn't even turn his head, just waved his hand casually and left.

Zhou Shuaishuai stood there, bowed until the people walked away, then he stood up, closed the door carefully, and returned to his father's very thin body after he fell ill.

She carefully covered Zhou Dachao with the quilt and whispered to herself, "Dad, you have always had a keen eye and a sharp vision. I am a loser and have never been like you. But you are right. My only advantage is that I listen to you."

"Now, the young lady has used a lot of magic power to heal your body. From now on, Dad, you will definitely live a long life. Your son can still rely on you to study and teach the children peacefully. I am so happy to see that I have walked out of a dead end!"

"Dad, don't worry. Even if you leave and I have no children, I will carefully adopt a child and train him to continue to be used by the young lady in our place. Dad, I may not be able to train a child like you need. Anyway, you will be well soon. Otherwise, I will go out and adopt one, and then you can raise and train the child for me from now on. When you can no longer do it, the child can take over. What do you think, Dad?"

"If you don't answer, that means you agree! Then I'll go talk to the young lady tomorrow and ask her if she's willing to do this!"

Zhou Shuaishuai talked incessantly for a long time. He was tired, but he didn't leave Zhou Dachao's room. No matter how cold it was outside, he didn't know why it was not cold at all in the room.

He took off his coat and trousers and went to bed, sleeping at the side of Zhou Dachao's feet.

After a while, he began to snore softly, and it turned out that he was sleeping as soundly as his father.

If Zhou Dachao knew that his old son, who was ignorant of the ways of the world, had already arranged for him to take care of his grandson before he woke up, he would probably want to use the broom again.

*

In the room upstairs.

Mo Yan was lying on the outside with a book in her hand. Pei Zaizai and Pei Xiaohua, two cute and adorable babies wearing the same pajamas, were lying side by side on the inside, watching Mo Yan read a bedtime story to them with their eyes open.

After hearing that this was one of the skills that a good mother must have, Mo Yan carefully collected many storybooks.

It’s just that in this time and space, there don’t seem to be that many children’s books for children to read, and as for story books, there are only a few that are read over and over again.

Moreover, after reading many of the stories, Mo Yan felt that they were not suitable for the little cubs.

Either the stories were written to be poisonous, or they were so simple that Pei Zaizai, an already precocious kid, didn't want to listen to them.

For example, this so-called fairy tale book in your hand.

Pei Zaizai had known this countless times in his previous life, although it was not his mother who read it to him.

But I didn’t expect that when I returned to my childhood, I would have the opportunity to lie next to my mother and listen to her read the story of Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf.

Let's be honest, her mother has read this storybook from beginning to end to her at least five times, right?

Even if Pei Zaizai wanted to pretend that she was happy listening to the story, she couldn't do it. Of course, her mother didn't want her to pretend to be happy either, but her mother felt that she had to read bedtime stories to her child, and she also satisfied Mo Yan's process of being a mother.

On the contrary, it was Pei Xiaohua's first time to sleep at Mo Yan's house, so it was also the first time she heard the stories told by her aunt. Her cute black pupils blinked as she listened attentively. Pei Zaizai was speechless at the way this little sister was startled when listening to Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf, but at the same time he felt extremely proud.

Look, this is a story that Xiaohua has hardly ever heard of, but her mother has told her at least five or six times.

In comparison, she is still happy!

Pei Zaizai hugged Mo Yan's arm again in an extremely arrogant manner.

Mo Yan paused and lowered his head, "What's wrong, baby? Have you heard this story too many times?"

Then, without waiting for Pei Zaizai to answer, Mo Yan frowned in distress and said, "Don't tell me you're tired of listening to this story, Mom is almost tired of reading this story. It's just that there are no good and interesting storybooks available outside. I do have a lot of stories in my belly, but those stories are not suitable for you little kids to listen to."

"Well, if it really doesn't work, I'll talk to Weng De and Zhou Shuai Shuai tomorrow. Aren't they both very knowledgeable? Especially Zhou Shuai Shuai. Even Weng De said that he is very good at writing articles and doing research. Since he can write articles, it shouldn't be a problem for him to write some bedtime stories for the kids to listen to."

"Mom will ask him to write tomorrow, at least one story a day for me, so that Zizi and Xiaohua will have new stories to listen to tomorrow. Aren't you happy?"

Pei Zaizai mourned for Zhou Shuaishuai in his heart for a second, but immediately responded with his face, "Happy!"

Xiaohua, who was a beat slower, immediately followed her sister and clapped her hands, "Happy!"