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The morning sunlight seeped through the cracks in the curtains, gently waking up Mo Yanyu. He opened his eyes slightly and saw the little bed next to him, where Xingxing was still sleeping, with an innocent smile on his face. Mo Yanyu got up quietly and decided to prepare a special breakfast for Xingxing today.
He walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and scanned the various ingredients. He decided to make pancakes and fruit salad, which was one of Xingxing's favorite breakfasts. He started by making the pancakes, taking out flour, eggs, and milk, and began following the recipe while working. Although he still seemed a bit unfamiliar in the kitchen, his expression was serious, and he performed each step meticulously.
Suddenly, a light and brisk footsteps came from behind, "Uncle Mo, good morning!" Star's voice was full of vitality. She was wearing a small pajama, her short black hair was a bit messy, and her big eyes were shining with curiosity.
Mo Yanyu turned around and smiled slightly, "Good morning, Star. You woke up really early."
Star climbed onto the kitchen stool and used her little hands to hold onto the table, curiously observing Mo Yanyu's every move. "Uncle Mo, what are you doing?" Her voice was filled with anticipation.
"I'm making breakfast for you, pancakes and fruit salad," Mo Yanyu replied, his voice calm but gentle.
"Wow, it sounds so delicious!" Star's eyes lit up, and her smile was as warm as sunshine.
Mo Yanyu continued to work diligently, carefully pouring the batter into the hot pan. The pancake quickly turned golden brown. But just as he was about to flip it, the pancake unexpectedly stuck to the bottom of the pan and became a bit broken.
Star couldn't help but laugh "giggling" when she saw this scene, her laughter was crisp and infectious.
Mo Yanyu felt a little embarrassed for a moment, but when he saw Star's smile, a hint of a smile also appeared on his face. "It looks like Uncle Mo still needs more practice in cooking skills."
The little star waved its hand and said, "It's okay, Uncle Mo, I like everything you do."
Mo Yanyu's heart was filled with warmth. He decided to try again, this time more carefully, and finally succeeded in flipping the pancake.
He quickly prepared a colorful fruit salad with neatly cut bananas, apples, strawberries, and grapes. When everything was ready, he brought the breakfast to the table.
Star couldn't wait and jumped off the stool, holding a fork in her little hand, her eyes shining brightly as she looked at the colorful breakfast. "Uncle Mo, can I start eating now?" she asked, full of anticipation.
"Of course, Xingxing," Mo Yanyu replied softly, with a loving look in his eyes.
Xingxing began to eat the pancake carefully, savoring every bite. Her little face was filled with a satisfied expression. "Uncle Mo, this pancake is really delicious!"
Mo Yanyu looked at the stars eating with relish, feeling a sense of pride and joy in his heart. He also began to slowly savor the breakfast he made himself. Although his expression remained calm, a hint of a smile occasionally flashed in his eyes.
In the city's early morning, sunlight streamed through the window into Mo Yanyu's apartment. After finishing breakfast, Star pulled Mo Yanyu's hand with a big smile on her face, her voice crisp and full of anticipation: "Uncle Mo, let's go to the park and play!"
Mo Yanyu nodded, his expression still serious but with a hint of warmth in his eyes. He knew that Xingxing loved the natural environment, and he always tried his best to meet her requirements.
After they finished tidying up the tableware, Mo Yanyu began to help Xingxing get dressed. His movements were a bit stiff, but very careful. He dressed her in a T-shirt with a cartoon pattern and bright shorts, then gently put a little hat on her head to make sure she wouldn't get sunburned in the sunlight.
Walking on the road to the park, Xingxing happily sings nursery rhymes while the stars bounce around. Her joy infects the whole street, and pedestrians can't help but turn back and smile. Mo Yanyu quietly accompanies her, his steps steady, occasionally looking down at her with a doting gaze.
Upon reaching the park, Xingxing immediately releases all her energy, running freely on the grass like a little bird. Her laughter is clear and full of vitality. She opens her arms and shouts loudly towards the blue sky, "I'm so happy!" Her voice echoes in the park, attracting the attention of many people.
Mo Yanyu sat on a bench, holding a book in his hand, but his gaze kept drifting to the stars playing on the grass. Although his expression remained serious, there was a gentle sparkle in his eyes.
As the sun rose higher, Mo Yanyu decided to take the star home. On the way back, the star, tired but content, leaned on Mo Yanyu's shoulder, holding his hand tightly. Mo Yanyu felt an unprecedented weight - this was responsibility, and also love.
After returning home, Xingxing fell asleep from exhaustion. Mo Yanyu carefully carried her to bed, tucked her in gently, and quietly watched her peaceful sleeping face. Although his face showed little expression, the tenderness in his eyes was evident.
He quietly left the room, closed the door, and returned to the living room.
Sitting on the sofa, Mo Yanyu's eyes were deep as his thoughts drifted towards future plans. In this quiet afternoon, he began to consider how to create a more atmospheric learning environment for the students. He understood that he might be a bit rigid in expressing emotions, but he was willing to learn and change for the students. His gaze fell on the child psychology books on the bookshelf, deciding to spend some time reading to better understand and meet the growing needs of the students. His movements were gentle, so as not to wake the students sleeping in the room.
An hour later, Xingxing woke up from her sleep. She walked unsteadily into the living room, rubbing her still sleepy eyes. "Uncle Mo, I'm awake," her voice still carried a hint of drowsiness.
Mo Yanyu put down his book, walked over gently, and squatted down to meet her eye to eye. "Did you sleep well, Xingxing?" His voice was gentle, and there was a hint of a smile on his face.
Twinkling, she nodded as her eyes gradually regained their lively sparkle. "I dreamt of a butterfly, flying in a flowery meadow!" she excitedly recounted her dream, gesturing with her hands to mimic the butterfly's flight.
Listening to her description, Mo Yanyu felt a hint of joy in his heart. His eyes were filled with affection, but he wasn't very good at expressing it in words. "Xingxing, you're so lucky to dream of such a beautiful butterfly."
The stars smiled and circled around Mo Yanyu, saying, "Uncle Mo, can we go look for butterflies? To the small garden, to the flowery meadow."
Mo Yanyu thought for a moment, then nodded. "Sure, we can plan a trip to the small garden. There are lots of flowers and butterflies there."
The stars jumped up excitedly, "Yay! I love butterflies!"
On a leisurely afternoon, Mo Yanyu carefully prepared some snacks and placed them on the table, waiting for the stars. Freshly baked cookies and fruits were arranged on the table, emitting an enticing aroma. The stars ran to the table, their eyes shining brightly as they looked at these delicious snacks.
"Wow! Uncle Mo, did you make these?" Star asked in surprise, picking up a cookie excitedly.
Mo Yanyu smiled slightly and nodded. Although he didn't smile often, each time was filled with warmth. "Yes, Star, I hope you like them."
Xingxing took a bite of the cookie, and the sweet taste made her eyes crescent-shaped. She happily said, "So delicious! Thank you, Uncle Mo!"
Mo Yanyu sat quietly across from her, watching her eat the snack. His expression softened. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere around them.
At night, Mo Yanyu decided to tell a bedtime story to the stars. He picked a beautifully illustrated fairy tale book from the bookshelf and sat by the star's bedside, ready to begin the story.
" Uncle Mo, what is tonight's story about?" the star asked curiously, her little face filled with anticipation.
"Tonight, let's talk about a story of a brave little elf," said Mo Yanyu in a calm and rhythmic voice, as he began to slowly tell the story.
Star leaned against him, listening intently. Whenever Mo Yanyu reached an exciting part, Star's eyes would widen in amazement, and his little mouth would open round, completely captivated by the story.
Mo Yanyu was telling a story, occasionally observing the reaction of the star to ensure that the content of the story was suitable for her. His unique and solemn way of narration vividly depicted every detail, making the star feel as if she were there.
As the story progressed, the star's eyes gradually became hazy, gradually entering a state of sleep. When the story ended, she had already entered dreamland in Mo Yanyu's calm and gentle voice. Mo Yanyu gently put down the book, put her back in bed, carefully tucked her in, double-checked the safety of the room, and then quietly stood up.
Mo Yanyu Quietly standing by the bedside, looking at her peaceful sleeping face, he felt a kind of unprecedented tranquility and satisfaction in his heart.
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