oward it. Mu Mei roared on the ground as she was pulled into the door.I heard the wails of ghosts, and felt a cold wind like blades slashing against my body. I was so frightened that I closed my eyes...Don't look at my humble little house, it has housed many extraordinary people.

Although business has been slow and the shop is quiet lately, things are still lively at home.

Mr. Chen is a slick, middle-aged charlatan who has been staying at my house as a shop assistant ever since my brother and I saved him.

My brother didn't mistreat him; he gave him a high salary. This guy bought a small house in a nearby district, which made it convenient for him to ride an electric scooter every morning to buy groceries and then come to my house.

Dabao himself is a living human Yincha, belonging to the contractual nature of helping the underworld in the yang world, so he usually calls me Xiao Nainai.

When my brother and I are out, the two of them take care of both the shop and the house, doing chores and errands. They're very hardworking.

My backyard has a kitchen, a garage, and a storage room. The storage room was converted into a bedroom for an elderly woman who is over ninety years old. This mysterious old Chinese medicine practitioner rarely yells at us with some yellow jokes, but her attitude is very good.

The garage was also converted into her Chinese medicine shop. She opened whenever she felt like it. My brother said he wanted to provide for her old age and see her through, so this shop was just for the elderly woman to pass the time in her spare time, not expecting her to make money.

Under the eaves lived the spirit beast Xiao Nie. This little guy caught me in the Qinghua Changle Realm, and then Jiang Qiyun grabbed him by the nape of his neck and tossed him to me as a watchdog. It's quite unfortunate for him, isn't it

There is also a black cat named Ling by the old woman's side. Ordinary people can't see it, but it's fierce. It's like the doorbell in my house. If something strange, eerie, or wrong enters the house, it will meow.

The first floor is a shop, but also my living room. The second floor is my father's room, my brother and his wife's room, and there's another room that has been converted into a children's room.

The third floor is Yu Gui Nan's room, my grandmother and my youngest child Lan Xi's room, and the small attic where Tanlang lives.

My dad has been saying lately that he wants to enclose the balcony on the third floor, so we'll have another children's room.

A tiny three-courtyard house, both home and shop.

To guard one's home and wait for work, lively yet tranquil amidst the bustle, content in serenity.

Every person in this Mu's house is someone I trust, so even when my brother and I are away traveling, thinking of this small building always warms my heart.

Before meeting us, Old Chen had been a con man in the underworld for half his life. He always spoke in exaggerated and slick terms: "Miss, our young master's teacher and headmaster are inside, waiting. Your father went back to his hometown to visit his grandfather, so we dare not associate with these intellectuals..."

Is my dad not home Then who will receive the teacher and the principal Grandma is over ninety years old, would she receive them

I strode into the shop. Behind the screen on my right, I saw the teacher and the headmaster sitting on the sofa in the guest seat, while—

“Teacher, won't you have some tea” a childish voice, trying hard to pronounce clearly, slowly finished the sentence.

"Are you all this capable at home" A female teacher's voice hesitated slightly.

"Father said that hospitality involves serving tea... Teacher, don't you like to drink tea" The young voice questioned with a hint of confusion.

"Teacher, drink some, drink some~ This is Uncle's treasured Mingqian Longjing tea, there isn't much, Uncle wouldn't even dare to drink it." A soft and sweet voice coquettishly said.

I rolled my eyes speechless and turned back to scowl at Old Chen, “You brought two three-year-olds over as guests! Are you getting more backwards with age!”

Old Chen clutched his broom pitifully and muttered in a low voice, "Which one of my little ancestors isn't a handful Could any of them behave like a three-year-old"

I smoothed my hair with my fingers and hurried over.

Just rounding the screen, Yu Gui wearing a kindergarten backpack skirt paused for a moment, then called out to her mother and rushed over.

Then I continued to return, raising my eyes to look at You Nan sitting in the main seat. You Nan smiled and nodded at me.

He sat upright with a straight back, his eyes were cold and deep. He showed his emotions very calmly, neither too eager nor depressed, and he spoke neither hastily nor slowly, with a calm and composed temperament.

I was dazed and saw a miniature version of Jiang Qiyun.

With my brother's help, I finally saw off the teacher and director.

I slumped my shoulders and let out a long sigh. My brother comforted me, "Come on, come on. The teachers also said that children speak without restraint. They just want you to tell the kids fewer ghost stories... pff..."

I helplessly looked at him: "Mu Yunfan, when you're comforting someone, please don't smile."

My brother couldn't hold back his laughter as he said, "This is too embarrassing for us. Our living environment is already like this... and the two little ones saw strange things, they just told the truth! How can we teach them Teach them to lie"

Oh, I'm so troubled.

And you can't teach a child to lie.

Jiang Qiyun is right, lies are ultimately empty words and falsehoods. They violate the rules. Either we say nothing at all or we don't let them tell lies.

The old man said, raising children is nothing more than two kinds: one is to repay a kindness, and the other is to collect a debt.

I think I must have owed a lot of debts in my past life.

Every time I put on a stern face, my daughter would crawl up onto my lap, her soft voice cooing sweetly. Her dark eyes sparkled like water, and with every blink, my heart melted.

But this little girl was very naughty! At this time, she was still bouncing around blocking Old Chen from closing the shop, saying she wanted to see the stars appear.

I sighed as I returned to the shop. As soon as I sat down, You Nan stood obediently in front of me with his hands by his sides.

These two siblings are truly fraternal twins, looking very much alike. However, Yu-ai is full of affection and coquettishness, while You-nan is aloof and cool.

"Mu Younan…" I said, my face set in a grim line.

“It's not my fault. Today, the teacher was wearing a black armband. Out of curiosity, I went to ask her what happened. The teacher said that an elder in her family had passed away, so I comforted her by saying: 'Death is like a lamp going out, and one's spirit turns into clear wind and flesh into dust. A good person who goes to the underworld won't be bullied...' I startled the teacher." Younan spoke seriously, taking care to enunciate each word clearly.

I rubbed my forehead and shook my head. Such words coming from a three-year-old would frighten anyone, wouldn't it

It's all because of the bedtime stories in our family, which are all kinds of classics and legends.

"Mother, I stopped her from saying any more. Otherwise, she would have told the teacher, and we'd have to hold a ceremony at home." Yunan explained seriously, one word at a time.

I am speechless.

While other children attend bilingual classes and talent development programs, my child's early education is a mysterious morning and evening routine.

Other kids' scribbles are airplanes and dinosaurs, but my child draws gossip about the day after tomorrow with red all over.

While other children recite "Goose, goose, goose," my child recites——

"Zhongyuan Beiqi Ziwei Palace~~ The Five Stars of Beiqi are in it...Gouchen's tail points to the top of Beiqi, and the Six Jia six stars are in front of Gouchen...Mother, did I recite it well" Yu Gui pouted her little mouth towards me, seeking praise.

I'm speechless, I apologize, your mother can't even recite such a long "Bu Tian Ge".

To be honest, I can't bring myself to criticize or scold my child.

They simply look at the world—with extraordinary eyes, with extraordinary thoughts.

She didn't want Chen Lao to close the shop because she wanted to watch the sky over the artificial lake across the street.

The smoke and haze dissipated, and the moon rose above a starry sky.

"Hmm... Mother, there's a pig under the tree across the street, staring at our house~~" Yu Gui suddenly called me from where she was lying by the door.

What What piglet

I walked over to take a look. There were only some pedestrians walking home along the lakeside promenade. Where were there any pigs

"Yu Gui Du pouted and explained: 'Just now, there was a pig looking at our house, but it's gone now…'".We are now like those figures in the murals, carefully and devoutly walking towards the tomb, entrusting all our hopes and lives behind these heavy doors.The surrounding black mist and crowd seemed t...