Chapter 435: Chapter 413 Bedtime Story_1
As for the launch and sales of “Fairy Tale King”, not many people in the book market really cared. Probably only the Fairy Tale Department of Silver Blue Books would constantly pay attention to the response of the first issue of the magazine.
However, during the day, there wasn’t much valuable feedback online.
Time moved on to the evening.
In the living room of a certain residential community.
A mother, under the light, reluctantly put down the book in her hand: “This issue of the Poirot Series is good, the plot tricks are unexpected, it feels more exciting than the last one…”
At this time, two children were making a fuss in the living room.
The mother glanced at the time and said helplessly, “Honghong, Huahua, it’s time for bed.”
“I want to play a little more.”
The seven-year-old son, Huahua, was happily playing with his toy car.
The mother turned to her nine-year-old daughter, “Honghong, you’re the big sister. Be an example for your brother and go to bed.”
“Okay.”
Honghong obediently went into the bedroom.
Seeing his sister go into the bedroom, Huahua reluctantly followed, meanwhile yelling, “Then mother, tell me a story!”
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“Alright, alright.”
With an affectionate look on her face, the mother picked up the “Fairy Tale King” which she had bought earlier that day along with the Poirot Series.
She was a fan of Chu Kuang, especially the Poirot Series, every issue of which she bought.
There was said to be a story by Chu Kuang in the “Fairy Tale King”. With a supportive attitude towards her idol, she conveniently bought a copy.
Although she herself had no interest in fairy tales, she could tell them to her son at night.
Ten minutes later.
Honghong and Huahua lay in bed.
The mother took the unsealed “Fairy Tale King”, found the first story and said, “Today mother will tell you a…”
“Mother!”
Seeing his mother holding a strange story book in her hand, Huahua protested,
“I want to hear the story of the little turtle, I don’t want to hear any other stories!”
The mother couldn’t help but say, “Huahua, look, we’ve already heard the story of the little turtle many times in a row. Why not switch to a new story…”
“No, only the little turtle!” Huahua insisted loudly.
Honghong, who was already immune to bedtime stories, scorned, “Infant ghost, only knows about the little turtle story every day, my ears have already developed calluses from hearing it!”
Mother: “It’s calluses not scissors…”
Honghong: “Isn’t scissors the same as calluses?”
Mother: “…”
Huahua huffed, “I just want to hear the little turtle.”
The mother laughed. The so-called “Little Turtle” is a very classic fairy tale, but she had already told her son the same story dozens of times.
She was really sick of it.
She negotiated, “Let’s hear a new story first, if you don’t like it, mother will read you the little turtle…”
“Alright.”
Huahua reluctantly agreed.
Honghong, who was on the top bunk, said, “Mother, hurry up and finish his story, only babies like my brother find fairy tales enjoyable. I, being mature, am very tired now and want to sleep.”
“Got it.”
The mother casually turned to Chu Kuang’s fairy tale:
“Today mother is going to tell the story of Snow White. In a distant land, there lived a king and a queen. They eagerly wished for a child and so they earnestly prayed to the heaven, ‘Please grant us a child.’ Soon after, the queen indeed gave birth to a lovely princess. The girl’s skin was as white as snow and her cheeks were as red as apples. The king and queen named her Snow White…”
The mother was very experienced in telling stories.
Under her narration, the story of Snow White unfolded smoothly.
Huahua was initially uninterested, but as he listened on, he became somewhat fascinated.
When mother talked about the new queen wanting to kill Snow White, he couldn’t help but exclaim furiously,
“The Queen is so cruel!”
Smiling, Mother coaxed, “Because she’s a stepmother, stepmothers tend to be cruel to children, so you must never let your father remarry.”
“I don’t want a stepmother!”
Huahua strongly identified with this.
Mother caressed her son’s head and continued, “The Queen’s guard had a soft heart and let Snow White go. Snow White ran away and stumbled upon a house with seven beds…”
“Mother, are there really dwarves in the world?”
A voice emanated from the bunk above, it was Honghong speaking.
Mother was surprised, she hadn’t expected her daughter to be interested in the story, considering Honghong was past the age when she enjoyed fairy tales.
She was still a child after all.
She gently said, “There are many dwarves in the world, but if you see one, don’t tease them. Be friendly to them. Look how nice the dwarves were to Snow White.”
Honghong exclaimed loudly, “Alright, I like dwarves!”
Huahua pouted, “Sister, I thought you didn’t like fairy tales?”
Honghong kicked the bed, “I can’t sleep, so I’m just listening.”
Mother’s lips curved into a smile, “The Queen learned from the Magic Mirror that Snow White was still alive. Enraged, she disguised herself as an old woman and secretly gave Snow White a poisoned apple…”
“Don’t eat it!”
“The apple is poisoned!”
The two children suddenly became agitated.
Mother educated them, “Now do you understand why I don’t want you eating things from strangers? Who knows, they might be disguised as the Queen.”
Huahua said, “I won’t eat from strangers anymore!”
Honghong added, “Especially not candy from strange uncles!”
Hearing the children’s responses, Mother felt that the story had an educational value. She nodded and continued, “Snow White fell unconscious and a handsome prince happened to pass by…”
“That’s great!”
“Snow White is okay again!”
The children’s emotions ran high and then quickly calmed. Hearing that the handsome prince had kissed Snow White awake, they were overjoyed.
“The Prince returned to his kingdom with the princess, exposed the Queen’s evil deeds, and saw to it that she was punished. The Prince and Princess got married and they lived happily ever after…”
Mother ended the story and felt a pleasant warmth in her heart.
Chu Kuang was without a doubt her idol. He wrote his tales masterfully, and it did not seem like this was his first fairy tale. Even as an adult, she felt a liking for the story. The technical proficiency it had surpassed that of the Turtle tale.
Huahua exclaimed, “Tell it again!”
Honghong joined in, “I like Snow White!”
Mother asked, “What about the Little Turtle?”
“No!”
The two kids responded in unison.
Mother, “…”
It appeared that Snow White had trumped the Little Turtle.
When she was a child, her mother had shared the story of the Little Turtle with her. She even felt guilty when she had turtle soup in her adulthood, though she knew there was a difference between a turtle and a tortoise.
Mother indulged in her thoughts, then told the story once more.
The children listened with as much excitement during the second telling, when they occasionally chimed in with comments.
Not until the third telling did they start to drift off to sleep. She tiptoed out of the room, making sure to cover both of them with the blankets they had unknowingly kicked off.
“I am Snow White…”
As Mother was covering Honghong with her blanket, Honghong began to talk in her sleep.
Mother chuckled.
Back in the living room, Mother opened her laptop and joined a group chat: “Dear sisters, have you ever heard the story of ‘Snow White’?”
The other mothers in the group chat seemed clueless.
However, by the next day, all the mothers knew exactly who Snow White was…