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Duan Zhiwan learned the essence from his mother at a young age.

I know how to coax my father by watching and listening.

It's very simple, just act coquettishly.

Dad is the softest-hearted dad in the world.

He is also the best father in the world and her favorite father.

Duan Zhiwan became curious about the stories of his mom and dad, and always pestered them to tell him.

The story of when they were together, and when they weren't together.

Song Wanyue simply took out her diary and read it to her as a bedtime story every day.

I don't know since when, but in the bedtime room, the only people who were there were Song Wanyue reading stories and Duan Zhiwan listening to stories.

There is one more person.

Song Wanyue looked at Duan Baiting: "You can't sleep either?"

He nodded: "Yeah."

"..."

Song Wanyue doubted what he said. After all, even if this man really had insomnia, he couldn't be so childish as to want to listen to such a story to help him sleep.

But since he wanted to listen, she couldn't chase him away.

So there were two people listening to the bedtime story.

The stories in Song Wanyue's diary are actually boring and uninteresting, but they are all the records of a girl's adolescence.

Childish, immature, and some unknown.

Of course, there are some shameful thoughts.

After all, there is no one with truly noble morals in this world; everyone has times when they have dirty thoughts. Including those popular people who always present a perfect image.

When Song Wanyue read her diary, she would naturally beautify some parts and retain some parts.

After all, she has to maintain the image of a perfect mother in her daughter's heart.

Duan Zhiwan listened attentively, and Duan Baiting would occasionally chuckle softly.

There was no mockery or frivolity in his smile; it was simply a knowing smile from the heart.

Song Wanyue felt a little guilty after being laughed at. She touched her nose and dared not read on.

She closed the diary: "Let's stop here for today. It's getting late, you should go to bed."

She touched Duan Zhiwan's head and reminded her softly.

Duan Zhiwan nodded obediently and said he understood.

"Good night, Mom. Good night, Dad."

That night was particularly quiet. Song Wanyue was lying on the bed, but Duan Baiting was not in a hurry to fall asleep.

He pointed at the diary that she had placed on the table but had not yet put away.

"Can I take a look?"

It was a questioning tone, but with a hint of smile, so it didn't sound very serious.

Song Wanyue blushed and took the diary and hid it under her body.

"There's nothing good to see. Didn't I just read it all over again?"

"Really?" He laughed contemptuously again, "But I always feel like something is missing."

Is this guy a human or a ghost? How can he be so observant?

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Song Wanyue threw the diary to him. She was unwilling to lose to him at any time.

As usual, he was so stubborn that he endured the consequences, and said stubbornly, "Go ahead and look at it if you want. There's nothing in it anyway."

Indeed, there was nothing in it. Writing a diary is required by the teacher as daily homework, although it is not required to be submitted for inspection.

So Song Wanyue just wrote it casually as a formality.

But apart from being perfunctory most of the time, there are also a few times when true feelings are revealed.

For example, in this article, the annoying girl chose the same dress as her, and in order to outshine her at the dance, she started dieting to lose weight, but ended up fainting due to hypoglycemia.

There is also this one. As a representative of the English class, the first place in English that I was so proud of was taken away by the boy sitting in front of me.

Song Wanyue, who has always been lazy, became extremely serious. During that period, I even stopped reading my favorite beauty magazines. I studied hard all day and hired several tutors. Finally, I got first place again on the day of the final exam.

Although my grades in other subjects declined due to my focus on English during this period.

My ranking plummeted and teachers from other subjects took turns calling me to their office for criticism and education.

Duan Baiting commented with a smile: "It's a good thing to be competitive, but being too eager for success can easily lead to more harm than good."

Song Wanyue couldn't bear to hear him say such things, as if she was a generation inferior to him. Although many times, her mental age is indeed much younger than his.

"Anyway, I have achieved my goal. I got first place in English," she said stubbornly.

Duan Baiting smiled and nodded, closed the diary, and went over to hug her.

"Yeah, very smart." He praised her without hesitation.

Song Wanyue was very happy to be praised. She nestled in his arms and counted the days on her fingers: "Eight days left."

Duan Baiting knew what she was talking about.

She glanced at the time on her watch and slowly pressed down one of her fingers to correct it: "It's seven days and six hours."

Their wedding anniversary.

Song Wanyue once again lamented how perverted this man was.

"Have you been like this since childhood?"

"What?"

Song Wanyue said: "Almost abnormal perfectionism and obsessive-compulsive disorder."

Duan Baiting thought for a while: "Really?"

Song Wanyue saw that he looked indifferent and didn't realize the problem at all, and shook her head.

I think this guy is probably beyond help.

"Fortunately, Zhiwan doesn't follow you in this respect, otherwise life would be so tiring."

Duan Baiting smiled uncertainly and said, "Well, fortunately, she is not like me in many ways."

He was actually very fortunate.

Although most of the time he is not aware of the problems that others are talking about.

It's not that he's arrogant or conceited, although that's certainly part of him.

But he has always been like this, and he can't tell whether it's genetic or for some other reason.

I am very strict with myself and want to achieve perfection in everything.

Song Wanyue yawned and felt sleepy.

Duan Baiting put his hand on her waist, moved it upwards, and said gently: "Wait a while before going to sleep."

Song Wanyue felt that the soft part of her body was being grasped, and she trembled her shoulders: "Duan Baiting, I'm sleepy."

He smiled and bent down to kiss her: "Then I'll try to be faster."

Song Wanyue called him a liar.

It was already midnight, and her sleepiness had actually subsided long ago, but her physical fatigue pulled her into a deep sleep.

The man crawling on her had no intention of stopping.

"Liar, didn't you say you would try to go as fast as possible?"

He took his time and kissed her earlobe soothingly: "Yes, I did say it. I will try to go as fast as possible."

He emphasized the word "try to".

Song Wanyue cursed him harshly in her heart again.

This person always likes to catch words. But I couldn't find any reason to refute him.

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It was the anniversary of his grandmother's death, and Duan Baiting took his wife and daughter to burn incense. There he met his father.

The man looked a little older than the last time he saw him. When he saw Duan Zhiwan, who was wrapped tightly, he could not hide his kindness in his eyes.

He handed her the red envelope prepared in advance: "Our Zhiwan has grown taller again."

Duan Zhiwan said sweetly: "Thank you, Grandpa. I wish you good fortune and a long life."

The man touched her head: "Thank you, little Zhiwan too. Wait a few days, go and live with Grandpa for a while."

Blood relationship is indeed wonderful. Things that Duan Baiting has never felt since he was a child, are easily obtained by Duan Zhiwan.

Father Duan loved her to the extreme. I call every now and then, and I prepare gifts for every holiday, big or small.

This included increasing frequent contact with Duan Baiting, also in order to find out from him about the latest situation of her little granddaughter.

Song Wanyue even asked Duan Baiting specifically about this: "Will you be jealous? Your daughter is so much more popular than you."

This time she is returning to the old house, and she will stay here for a few days because of the subsequent ancestor worship.

The chef is new and doesn't know much about dietary restrictions. So Duan Baiting went to give specific instructions.

What should not be put in and what should be put in more.

These are the foods that Song Wanyue and Duan Zhiwan avoid eating.

The two of them have similar tastes and have no appetite for anything too light. Duan Baiting was okay. Although he used to be picky, he always helped them with their leftovers and gradually got used to it.

I've always heard people say that people with different tastes can't eat together.

In fact, it depends on whether one party is willing to accommodate the other party.

Song Wanyue's question seemed a bit redundant to him, so he smiled and said, "If she likes someone else more than me, then I should."

Song Wanyue was confident: "Then she likes me more than you, so wouldn't you be jealous every day?"

Duan Baiting rubbed her head: "I would be happy, because she likes you more."

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Song Wanyue received a confession letter one year, and she thought it was a thank-you letter at first.

The other party was a young boy who had just been admitted to university. He was eighteen years old and had just reached adulthood. His father died in an accident at the construction site, but his uncle's family seized his father's compensation money.

It was still raining when Song Wanyue saw him, and he looked very reserved. I guess he came here with all the money he had.

Song Wanyue smiled and poured him a cup of tea, telling him not to be too nervous.

He offered tea and thanked me, but refused to sit down.

Song Wanyue was puzzled and thought he was not feeling well.

He avoided her eyes and said, "I'm dirty and will stain...the sofa."

Song Wanyue felt pity for him at that moment and not only did she not charge him any fees. He even expressed his willingness to sponsor him to finish college.

But he shook his head and refused. Not only did he refuse, he also paid the part of the fee that he should pay.

And that letter.

Duan Baiting saw it when he was packing her things. It slipped out of her coat pocket. He picked it up. The envelope was not sealed, so he saw the contents at a glance.

There is gratitude between the lines, and love expressed very, very subtly.

A love that is too embarrassing to talk about and makes one feel inferior.

Duan Baiting frowned slightly when he saw the signature at the end.

A freshman at a local university.

Very young.

"Do you still care about this?" Song Wanyue seemed to enjoy seeing Duan Baiting jealous.

This kind of mature man with a calm and introverted personality can calmly deal with any storm.

It was as if there was nothing in this world that could make him lose his composure and panic.

The advantage is that you feel safe and can trust and rely on him unconditionally.

The downside is that it's not interesting at all.

She didn't intend to explain the matter so quickly. Instead, she smiled and asked him, "Why didn't I notice that you were so jealous before?"

She shook her head again, "Not really, you are quite jealous. Last time, Zhiwan and Xi Yang said a few more words, and now you don't allow Xi Yang to come to our house."

Duan Baiting didn't let her speak. He held the back of her head with one hand and pressed her towards him.

The kiss was quite forceful, and Song Wanyue felt as if all her oxygen had been robbed. She wanted to take a deep breath, but that was exactly what he wanted.

The hot and wet tongue ravaged her mouth, and Song Wanyue's eyes were stimulated to the point of irrational tears.

She felt like she was drowning in the deep ocean.

When he really felt the pain, Duan Baiting let her go.

He wiped away her tears with his fingertips and asked softly, "Is he handsome?"

Song Wanyue was stunned for a moment: "Who?"

Duan Baiting cast a casual glance on the love letter on the table.

Song Wanyue held back her laughter and said seriously: "I don't know either. Except for you, other men are all the same in my eyes."

This question was like a trap. No matter whether she answered "good-looking" or "ugly", it would be wrong.

And her answer at this moment made everything make sense.

Song Wanyue secretly felt fortunate that after being with Duan Baiting for so many years, she had finally learned one tenth of his worldly wisdom.

As expected, his expression became much better. This answer undoubtedly satisfied him.

"We'll meet again in the future." He carefully touched her swollen lips, blaming himself for using too much force.

Song Wanyue asked, "What else will you encounter?"

He withdrew his hand and raised his chin towards the love letter: "That kind."

Song Wanyue laughed at him: "Am I so attractive in your eyes?"

He asked back: "Isn't it?"

Song Wanyue was a little flattered: "Indeed."

Then Duan Baiting smiled. In his opinion, her expression of trying hard to pretend that she didn't care about other people's compliments but unable to hide it was kind of artificially cute.

After the Spring Festival, the family of three went to the temple to burn incense.

Duan Baiting used to not believe these things, he was a materialist.

But nowadays, people donate incense to the temple every year.

Because there are two soft spots that cannot be touched.

So even if it is something I didn't believe in before, I am still willing to try to believe it.

His wish is the same every year.

——I hope my wife and daughter are safe and sound.