Through the book: The villain’s son’s stand-in

The sunlight shines through the thin clouds on the floating car, just like shining on a piece of fine ink jade, showing a charming green light and shadow.

The street trees on both sides of the street passed by quickly, leaving only mottled traces.

Gu Pan glanced out the window and asked a few random questions to understand what he had studied that day.

"So, have you made any friends?"

This was Gu Pan's biggest concern, but she didn't dare to ask directly.

Children of this age are in the stage of personality development. They tend to be rebellious, unwilling to confide in adults, and want to keep their own little secrets.

If she asked too much, she was afraid that Gu Cheng would be impatient and think she was interfering in his private life.

The car was silent for two seconds, and Gu Pan couldn't help but lower his breathing. The air was filled with the aura of an approaching storm.

"Yes, I have."

As soon as these words came out, the air began to flow again, and a hint of joy flashed in Gu Pan's eyes.

It seems that she has a good reputation with the child, and he is willing to share his private life with adults.

Gu Pan put his hands on the armrests, blinked a few times quickly, and continued to ask: "Who is it? What's that kid's personality like? Does he look cute?"

"Hmm~" Gu Cheng thought carefully for a while before coming to the conclusion: "His name is Ke Jin. He is very timid and doesn't like to talk. He stutters when he speaks. He looks... pretty cute. "

"Um..." This time it was Gu Pan's turn to be silent. After a few seconds of pause, she asked again: "Does Chengcheng like to play with him?"

Gu Cheng nodded quickly.

"why?"

Gu Chengping said straightforwardly: "Because he is quiet."

"Ok."

She decisively ended today’s questions.

She could finally see that although this little guy had made friends, they were no different from being alone.

Quiet, not talkative, and cute, what kind of doll-like companionship is this.

Gu Pan comforted himself in his heart, now that he has taken the first step, why can't he be considered a success?

*

As night falls, the bright moon shines in the sky, and the moonlight shines on Gu Cheng's desk through the bright window.

His room has been remodeled twice and is no longer the lovely look it once was.

The small bed was replaced by a large adult bed. He ruthlessly piled the big dolls into the utility room and put them away, leaving only two or three small ones on the bedside.

The most eye-catching thing is the ceiling-length bookcase that covers the entire wall. The bottom two floors are filled with many reading materials and books that interest him.

Every time Gu Pan entered his room, he felt like he was entering a big shot's private study room.

It doesn't look like a three-year-old's room at all.

Gu Pan hugged the pillow and knocked on Gu Cheng's door.

"Come in." The door was unlocked, so Gu Pan pushed it open and walked in.

Gu Cheng turned half a circle on the revolving chair. His beautiful peach blossom eyes were covered by transparent frames. Although he was wearing a set of white cotton bear pajamas, he felt like a little scientist.

"Did mom bother you?"

Gu Pan is also wearing the same style of pajamas, but the print is not a bear but a white rabbit.

"No." His little script clicked on the ground, and he just moved down slightly, and then jumped down easily.

He climbed onto the bed skillfully, wiggled his little buttocks to the head of the bed, lifted the quilt, and lay down obediently.

Gu Pan turned back and closed the door, strode to the bedside, lifted the quilt, and took him into his arms as a habit.

"Chengcheng, what story do you want to hear today?" Gu Pan trimmed his forehead and asked softly.

Gu Cheng remained motionless and allowed her to manipulate him. After thinking for a while, he said, "Hera's dream."

"Hey, which book is this? Why hasn't Mom heard of this name?"

Although she filled Gu Cheng's bookshelf, she only bought the children's books at the bottom.

Others such as "Lecture Hall of Famous Masters", "Da Ivan's Adventure Diary", "Star Sea Romantic Epic", etc. are all written by Gu Cheng.

At first glance, these did not belong to bedtime reading, and she was very puzzled when she heard these names.

When did serious literature become bedtime reading?

It wasn't until Gu Cheng said sternly that these books were hypnotic that she suddenly understood.

Listening to readings is not as hypnotic as listening to a math and history class.

Gu Pan readily agreed and changed all subsequent bedtime stories to these "textbooks".

The effect was indeed outstanding, and Gu Pan slept extra soundly as a result.

"Xiao Qi gave it to me." Gu Cheng said.

"Little Seven?"

After two years of studying in the same class, Xiao Qi has become countless times more mature than before. He talks less than Gu Cheng at home and is no longer the chirping little cutie.

More importantly, his learning progress is much faster than hers. With his help several times, Gu Pan successfully learned deeper mechanical knowledge in January this year.

However, Gu Pan was just a tool to catch up on the progress, and the real learners were Xiao Qi and Xiao Ba.

Gu Pan became the one who helped them.

She leaned on the bedside and thought that she must help Xiaoqi and Xiaoba change their shells this year.

"Mom?" Gu Cheng didn't hear Gu Pan's voice for a long time and looked up.

"Ah, oh, mom was distracted just now." After Gu Pan regained consciousness, he asked again: "Is the book on the shelf?"

Gu Cheng pointed to the table and said, "There."

Gu Pan looked there and saw a book with a black cover and a gold outline lying on the table.

She walked over from the other side and took it in her hand. It felt slightly hard and the edges of the pages had a matte texture.

It's expensive at first glance.

Sitting on the bed again, she carefully opened the book, and the familiar but strange preface immediately caught Gu Pan's eye.

[Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, and butterflies dreamed of Zhuang Zhou. However, thousands of years have passed, and he still doesn’t know whether the butterfly was Zhuang Zhou’s dream, or whether Zhuang Zhou was in the butterfly’s dream. 】

“What is this book really about?”

After thinking about this, Gu Pan was still confused.

But Gu Cheng couldn't wait to hear what was coming next, and was tugging on her sleeve to urge her.

"Okay, mom will start right away."

She stopped thinking about it and continued reading with concentration.

Gu Pan's voice was soft and clear, especially soft, with a soothing magic power.

Gu Cheng nestled in the warm embrace, feeling her steady and strong heartbeat, and unknowingly relaxed his mind. His little hands still held her clothes tightly, and gradually fell into sleep.

"...Everything in the dream seemed like nothing. When I woke up, I looked at the faint morning sky with a sense of loss. I really hoped that the day would never come."

After reading this chapter, Gu Pan stopped her voice and looked down at Gu Chengan's sleeping face.

The long eyelashes form a small fan under the eyes, like a sleeping little angel, which is unbearable to disturb.

Gu Pan smiled softly, put down the book, and carefully pulled out her hand. Her movements were gentle and slow, without making any violent noises.

But even so, Gu Cheng still frowned uneasily. Gu Pan leaned over and pressed between his eyebrows, smoothing them carefully.

At such a young age, why do you always frown?

She touched his forehead, kissed him again, and said silently: Go to sleep, my baby.