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The morning light seeped through the crack in the curtains, casting a delicate glow in Mo Yanyu's exquisite living room. He took a sip of the steaming hot coffee and gazed deeply at the smartphone in his hand. On the screen was a tutorial video of someone braiding hair with skilled and smooth movements, but Mo Yanyu furrowed his brow slightly, as if pondering something.
Beside him, three-year-old Xingxing sat on the soft sofa, her big eyes curiously fixed on the screen. A pure and innocent smile adorned her little face as her hand unconsciously touched her own hair. "Uncle Mo, what are you learning?" Xingxing's voice was clear and full of curiosity.
Mo Yanyu turned around and looked at her with gentle eyes: "Xingxing, I am learning how to braid your hair for you." His voice was calm, but there was a hint of determination in his eyes.
Xingxing's eyes lit up, and she excitedly jumped off the couch and ran to Mo Yanyu: "Really? Uncle Mo is going to braid my hair?"
Mo Yanyu nodded, a faint almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He set down his phone and gently pushed aside Star's hair, then began attempting to braid her hair following the steps in the video.
His movements were somewhat clumsy, his fingers always seeming a bit uncoordinated whenever he tried to weave the braid. The braid wasn't tight enough, and sometimes it even made Star's hair more disheveled. But Star didn't mind; she patiently sat there, occasionally encouraging Mo Yanyu in an innocent tone, saying, "Uncle Mo, you can do it! Try again."
Mo Yanyu's smile became even more pronounced. He focused seriously on his actions, carefully analyzing the reasons for each failure, and then starting over. His qualities as a science and engineering student were fully displayed in this moment, with each attempt getting closer to perfection than the last.
As time passed, the sunlight streamed in from the window, illuminating their cozy little house. Finally, after countless attempts, Mo Yanyu successfully braided a neat and beautiful braid for Xingxing. A hint of pride shone in his eyes as he softly asked, "Xingxing, how does it look?"
The stars turned around and touched their braids with their small hands, their eyes shining with satisfaction and surprise: "Wow, Uncle Mo, it's so beautiful! I really like this braid!"
Mo Yanyu smiled slightly, his eyes filled with warmth: "As long as the stars like it, I am happy."
At this moment, Mo Yanyu's heart is filled with a sense of accomplishment. Not only has he learned a new skill, but more importantly, he has deepened the emotional connection with the stars through this simple action.
They walk together to the mirror, and Mo Yanyu carefully adjusts the stars' braids, ensuring that every strand of hair is perfect. The stars turn back and forth in front of the mirror, revealing a brilliant smile at their reflection. Excitedly, she says, "Uncle Mo, do I look like a little princess?"
Mo Yanyu nodded, his voice soft and calm: "Of course, the stars are the most beautiful little princesses in the world."
Star's smile was as bright as the sun, she twirled in front of the mirror, her small hand touching her braid, her face full of surprise and pride. Mo Yanyu observed from the side, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. His expression remained calm, but inside, he felt joyful because of this small sense of achievement.
"Uncle Mo, do you have any other styles of braids?" Star asked curiously, her eyes shining with a desire for new things.
Mo Yanyu fell silent for a moment, then nodded. "I will try to learn more styles of braids," he said. His voice remained calm, but from his eyes, it was clear that he had made up his mind to learn more techniques for braiding Star's hair.
In order to learn more hair styling techniques, Mo Yanyu sought help from his assistant and family steward, Sophia. Sophia appeared both surprised and pleased by this. She smiled and said to Mo Yanyu, " Mr. Mo, it's great for a father to learn these things. I can help you find some more advanced video tutorials."
Mo Yanyu nodded slightly, thanking Sophia for her help. His demeanor remained calm and rigorous as usual, but in Sophia's eyes, this perseverance and effort made her very appreciative.
That afternoon, in the spacious and bright living room of Mo Yanyu, the sunlight filtered through the half-open white curtains, casting a soft light and shadow. Sophia was searching for various hair styling tutorials on her laptop. Her eyes were focused and quick, and every time she found a suitable video, she carefully sent the link to Mo Yanyu.
Mo Yanyu sat on the soft sofa, holding a mobile phone. His eyes were fixed on the screen, his brow slightly furrowed, showing his serious and meticulous nature. Whenever he encountered a step he didn't understand, he would lightly tap his chin with his finger, pondering.
Beside her, three-year-old Xingxing sat on the carpet, kicking the air with her feet, her eyes curiously fixed on the screen. When she saw the colorful hairstyle on the screen, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Uncle Mo, look! That pink braid is so beautiful!"
Mo Yanyu turned his head to look at her, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. He replied, "Yes, Xingxing, we can try that." His tone was gentle, but it still revealed his awkwardness in communicating with children.
At this moment, Sophia walked over with some ropes and small hair clips in her hand, saying, "Mr. Mo, these are the tools that might be used for braiding. I have prepared them according to the requirements in the video." As she spoke, there was a hint of humor in the corner of her mouth, as if she found the idea of Mo Yanyu attempting to braid hair interesting.
Mo Yanyu nodded and earnestly placed the tools aside. He looked at his phone again, started to imitate the steps in the video, and tried to make a simple double braid for Xingxing. His movements were clumsy, obviously not very skilled in this kind of handiwork. Xingxing looked at him and couldn't help but giggle, saying, "Uncle Mo, you're braiding in a very strange way!"
Mo Yanyu heard her laughter and couldn't help but show a hint of embarrassment, but he didn't give up. He earnestly tried again, carefully weaving the golden hair of the star together. In the process, his expression was focused and determined, showing his rigorous and serious nature - even when facing something he's not good at, he gives it his all.
Star looked at Mo Yanyu's efforts and a pure and innocent smile appeared on her face. She reached out her little hand and gently touched Mo Yanyu's cheek, saying in her tender voice, "Uncle Mo, I like the braid you made for me."
Mo Yanyu heard this and a barely perceptible tenderness flashed in his eyes. He gently patted Star's head and said, "Thank you, Star. I will work even harder."
And so, under the afternoon sun, a special connection slowly formed between Mo Yanyu and Star. Although their relationship was still quite awkward, through such small incidents, their understanding and trust in each other were gradually growing. As Sophia observed all of this from the side, a hint of satisfaction flashed in her eyes.
In these few days, Mo Yanyu has started to incorporate practicing braiding into his daily life. Every evening after work, he sits on the large sofa in the living room, carefully watching braiding tutorial videos, and then carefully practices on Xingxing's hair.
Xingxing, wearing a pink dress, sits on Mo Yanyu's lap, her eyes shining as she looks at herself in the mirror. Every time Mo Yanyu finishes braiding a new braid, she excitedly jumps off the sofa, quickly runs to the mirror, and admires her new hairstyle. Her laughter is as clear as a bell, full of innocence and joy.
Mo Yanyu's movements were a bit awkward at first, but as time passed, he became more and more skilled. Every time he finished braiding a braid, he would slightly tilt his head back and carefully examine his work. Although there wasn't much expression on his face, the subtle changes in his eyes revealed his self-recognition of improvement each time.
"Uncle Mo, look, do I look like a princess now?" Xingxing turned around, waving her hands in the air, imitating the elegance of a princess.
Mo Yanyu looked at her, with a slight smile in the corner of his eyes, nodded and said, "Of course, Star, you are the cutest princess."
Star's face showed a proud smile, then she ran to Mo Yanyu's side, gently hugged his leg, and said in her tender voice, "Thank you, Uncle Mo. I really like this braid!"
Mo Yanyu looked down at her, reached out his hand, gently stroked her hair, and said, "I'm also very happy that you like it, Xingxing."
In the process, Xingxing also learned more patience and gratitude. After Mo Yanyu finished braiding her hair, she would say in her tender voice, "Thank you, Uncle Mo. I really like this braid!" Every time he heard this, Mo Yanyu's heart would soften a little, and his eyes were filled with deep warmth and affection for this little girl.
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