Eleven's Bedtime Stories

The breeze blew over the window sill, and the black hair was blown a little messy. The girl had to raise her hand to flick the hair that blocked her view to the back of her head, and tied it with a hair tie.

She lowered her head, picked up the pen on the table again, looked at the notebook on the table and thought for a while, before writing.

I am an orphan.

I don't remember how I got into the orphanage, but I still remember how I got out of the orphanage.

Back then, two men came to the orphanage, one of them was sitting in a wheelchair and wearing a white blindfold. The man smiled and looked gentle. If it wasn’t for the wheelchair and the blindfold, he would be like a prince in a fairy tale. .

The other is a man pushing a wheelchair. He feels very unfriendly, and his whole body exudes an aura of keeping people away from others. Contrary to the man in the wheelchair, he looks like the great devil in a fairy tale.

When they came, I was hiding in the tree and eating steamed buns.

"I want the most naughty child." The man in the wheelchair said this request with a smile.

The dean looked puzzled, and finally found a child.

I still remember that the standing man smiled and touched the man in the wheelchair, and then the man in the wheelchair turned his head and looked over.

The man's eyes are beautiful, and they are as soft as if the world is in his eyes.

It's just that at that time, I was so scared that I almost fell to the ground because my eyes met suddenly.

Then, I was taken away by them.

So, the man in the wheelchair became my dad, and the other, the little dad.

Well, yes, they are gay.

"It's really ugly." The little dad often looked at me with a disgusted expression.

"Nonsense, I'm prettier than you." Whenever this happened, my father would smile and touch my head.

"Tsk. It's good to be pretty, and you have to be careful of being pushed by pigs in the future."

"Isn't it because of you, my daughter can't teach her well, so what's the use of you?"

"Fuck it."

"It's time to restrain your speech, don't teach her badly."

"Success. It doesn't matter if you use it to clean up the house, cook, wash, and fight hooligans. Your uncle, why do you dislike me for being so useful?"

Obviously said disgust, but both of them laughed happily.

After writing this, the girl stopped writing, and the corners of her mouth raised a beautiful arc.

She tilted her head to look at the plush toy on the bed, then propped her chin and thought about something.

Then, in about a minute, the girl seemed to suddenly think of something, turned the pen around and started writing quickly on the paper again.

The little father said that his father's legs are not actually lame, but it hurts when he stands for a long time, so he uses a wheelchair.

This is indeed the case. When I was a child, they often took me out for a walk after I finished my homework and had a meal. My little dad usually didn't walk for a long time.

Then my dad will carry the little dad to the wheelchair, and I will lead the way wherever I want to go, and buy some snacks.

They would talk about everyday things, small things, but they were all very interesting, so I followed suit, and then talked about interesting things about myself in school.

"If a boy bullies you, remember to beat me back, and I will pay for the medical expenses." My little dad often told me like this.

"Don't listen to your little daddy, girls should be more ladylike, it's not pretty to look like a shrew." Dad would pat my head.

Compared with my little dad, I actually believe my dad's words more, because my little dad really doesn't look like a good person, but more like a hooligan on TV.

Ah yes, when I told my dad about this idea, my dad laughed for a long time, and he said, your little dad is not that kind of person.

However, no matter what level the little father is, he listens to his father anyway.

So, Dad is the best!

Later, when I was a little older, my little dad began to teach self-defense.

For the first time, I felt that my little dad was so handsome.

For a while, I even started to imitate my little dad's words and deeds, and later I even learned the swear words from TV. As a result, after I said it in front of my dad, my dad's face turned bad.

Then let me change it.

After that, I felt that Dad is more terrifying than the little dad who may beat you up with self-defense skills at any time, even if he doesn't know how to beat you at all.

Not only did I suffer that time, but my little dad didn't seem to be doing well either.

I didn't know it when I was young, but now that I think about it, my little dad almost fell down several times when he was walking, and I seemed to hear whimpering when I got up to go to the toilet at night.

Probably got beaten a little bit badly.

After all we cried.

Later, I was excluded in my class because they were gay, and I hated them for a while, and felt that I was so unlucky.

After yelling out the words in his heart that time, the little daddy just showed a mocking smile, while the daddy - he completely lost his tenderness.

"You feel sick?"

"You think we're wrong?"

"We have raised you for so long, do you think we are sorry for you?"

"What does it bother you that we're gay?"

"People's words are awesome, so you are more willing to live for other people's words?"

"If you don't think you are wrong, then please leave, I will feel disgusted if his daughter and I are a white-eyed wolf."

Dad's voice was as soft as ever, and he only said a few words, but I cried for a long time.

In the end, I apologized to them while sobbing. It was my little dad who forgave me first, and then my little dad persuaded my dad, and finally my dad calmed down.

The idea that daddies are scarier than baby daddies is reaffirmed.

Later, when I was a little older, my studies were much more arduous, and I didn't go out with them again after eating.

I miss going out with them.

It feels like living the quieter days of old age ahead of time.

The girl put down the pen and stretched.

The door rang three times, and then the door opened.

"Ugly girl, haven't you finished your homework?" A deep male voice came, and the girl pouted and stood up.

"Little dad, you are so annoying, this title should be changed."

"Why? She's obviously an ugly girl." The man looked at her angrily, and shook his head with a smile.

"Believe it or not, I told daddy to cry for you." The girl snatched the pastry milk from the man's hand and put it on her table, then turned and stared at him.

"Hey you stinky girl, why are you talking to your father?" The man raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and rubbed the girl's head several times, "Why can't you be a lady in front of me."

"To my father, I must be a lady, but to my little father—" the girl dragged the end of the voice, and smiled playfully, "It's better to follow along."

Saying that, the girl pushed the man out of the room.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief—fortunately, the little daddy didn't see it, otherwise he would laugh at her for having the guts to tell them.

Thinking, the girl clipped the paper into the book.