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Chapter 127:

Yan Qingchi felt that his ignorant appearance was soft and cute, so he reached out and rubbed his face.

He laughed like this, but instead made Yan Qingchi embarrassed, and coaxed softly, "The little baby is still sleeping."

"Then when will he come out to play with me?" Chess said, gently tapping his stomach with his finger, and asked, "Can you hear me? Baby?" @Infinite好文,all in

He is still a baby himself, and calling someone else's baby now, Yan Qingchi couldn't help laughing, and answered him warmly, "In a few days, he will be able to come out and play with you."

"Then what does he like to play with? I can give him my toys."

Yan Qingchi looked at him tenderly, "He likes you," he said, "so whatever you want to play with him, he will be happy."

Qiqi was a little shy when he heard what he said, so he leaned forward and kissed him on the stomach, and whispered, "I like him too."

Yan Qingchi suddenly felt very warm, a little moved, a little warm, and even a little grateful. He gave a soft "um" and touched his head.

On September 7th, the children of Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen finally came to this world.

When the effect of the anesthetic wore off and Yan Qingchi woke up, Jiang Mochen was sitting on the chair beside his bed, and when he saw that he was awake, he finally showed his usual smile.

Yan Qingchi smiled at him, and said softly, "I made you worry."

Jiang Mochen bent down and kissed his forehead, a little helpless: "Why do you always steal my words, I haven't had time to tell you how hard it is." @Infinite 好文, all in

"Then say it now." Yan Qingchi was very cooperative.

Jiang Mochen smiled, "It's hard work."

Yan Qingchi teased him, "Serve the people."

Seeing that he still had the spirit to joke with him, Jiang Mochen finally felt relieved, and reached out and held his hand.

"It's a boy, the child is very healthy, and now my parents are watching, I have already thought about my name for the child, and I have never told you, it is called Yan Zhishu, the same as chess and chess, zigzag generation, and your surname, Qin A book of chess, calligraphy and painting."

Yan Qingchi had also thought about the name of this child before. What he thought at the time was that according to Jiang Mochen's naming method, this child might be called Jiang Zhishu. But……

He shook his head, "It can be called Zhishu, but I can't be named Yan, so I have to share your surname, Jiang."

Jiang Mochen was puzzled, "Why? We have two children now, one with your surname and the other with mine, isn't it great?"

Yan Qingchi disagreed, "Have you ever thought that the two children have different surnames. When they grow up a little bit, they know a lot of things. How can you explain it to them?"

"Just like the other kids, tell them one's father's last name and one's mother's last name."

"If today, Qiqi is also my own, then of course we can explain it like this, we can do it like this. But Qiqi is not, it's very sensitive, I don't want to do that."

Jiang Mochen didn't understand, "Are you afraid that Qiqi thinks that he and his younger brother are not the same surname, so he thinks that he is different from his younger brother? Qiqi is still young, he can't think of that much."

"But he will always grow up."

"Then he will understand."

Yan Qingchi shook his head, "Jiang Mochen, you are not an adopted son, you have not been adopted before, so you don't know how sensitive and frightened an adopted child is, a slight difference will make him think more, let him He has unnecessary worries. I know you feel bad for me and think about me, but I don't care about it. For me, the surname Jiang and Yan are our children, and I don't care, but for children, the two A child with a surname is undoubtedly the best choice."

Jiang Mochen felt that what he said was a bit strange. What does it mean that he has never been adopted, so he does not know how sensitive and afraid the adopted child is? Didn't Yan Qingchi himself have been adopted?

He only thought that Yan Qingchi was careful, so he couldn't help thinking about chess and chess. It's just that he had already thought about the child's surname to Yan Qingchi, and he didn't even say it, just to surprise Yan Qingchi, but because of chess, this surprise would be abandoned like this for no reason. .

Jiang Mochen couldn't bear it. He watched Yan Qingchi become pregnant, and watched him give up his rising career to raise a baby at home. Yan Qingchi's mentality was very good, and there was no regret or unwillingness. He even opened up a new career for himself and achieved remarkable results in painting, but this does not mean that his sacrifices are all deserved.

This is their two children, but it is Yan Qingchi who bears the psychological and physical pressure of a man's pregnancy. This child should have his surname.

"Qingchi, I don't think Qiqi will think so much." Jiang Mochen tried to persuade him, "Look, didn't he accept the fact that there will be another child in the family now?"

"That's because he hasn't realized the difference between birth and adoption. No one in the family told him this, and outsiders didn't know that I was pregnant, so he thought he was the same as this child. Of course he is the same as this child. , he is good, this child is good, they are all my children, I don’t want to make chess and chess think more unconsciously in the future for unnecessary things like surnames.”

He looked at Jiang Mochen, "I know you're doing it for my own good, and I'm also very happy,

But if he doesn't share my surname, is he not my child? Will it affect my status at home? "Yan Qingchi shook his head, "No, so you can take my mood into account and let the child take my surname, I'm very happy, but I still hope he can take your surname." "

Jiang Mochen looked at him, his heart was full of distress, he reached out and touched Yan Qingchi's face, "Can't you think more about yourself? If you love your child, what about your own rights? This child is your hard work. Born after ten months of misery, it's natural to have your surname, but you don't want it?"

Yan Qingchi smiled and held his hand, "Didn't I have you? You have thought about everything for me, and you will naturally not wrong me, just love me."

Jiang Mochen only felt that his heart was sour because of his words, like a lemon soaked in salt water. He bent down, leaned over and hugged Yan Qingchi, thinking that he might be the greatest father in the world.

"Then call it Jiang Zhiyan. You worked so hard to conceive him once. I will never allow it. Your surname does not appear in his name."

Seeing him give in, Yan Qingchi couldn't help laughing when he heard him say that again. He looked at Jiang Mochen and felt that he was really a good lover. He waved, Jiang Mochen lowered his body and leaned towards him. Yan Qingchi He reached out and wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him.

"It's so kind of you."

Jiang Mochen looked at him with a smile, "Didn't you say, I have to love you."

Yan Qingchi nodded, "Jiang Mochen, don't think I care too much about chess and chess, so I don't care about your thoughts. I'm very happy that you want him to be my surname. If chess and chess are our own children, then this is the case. Very good, our family of four is fine. But chess is not, we inevitably need to take care of his emotions, because he is still a child, in his world, we are his most important people and everything to him . But in our world, it's not just him, we have each other, don't we? We already have more and more mature than him, so naturally we need to accommodate him, don't we?"

Jiang Mochen nodded. He had always known that Yan Qingchi had a delicate mind, but he never thought that he would be so delicate in some matters. explained, for fear of making either of them think too much.

He supported his shoulders, made him lie back again, held his hand and kissed, and said warmly: "I know, I just feel sorry for you, but you are the master of this family, what you say is what you are, you We do what we say. You're right, it doesn't matter who the child is or whose last name is, the important thing is that both of them are our children, that's fine, just be happy."

Yan Qingchi smiled and felt that he was full of happiness now.

"Then I have something else to say," he said.

"You say, what you say, we will do."

"The word Yan sounds good as a surname, but as a first name, especially a boy's name, it's not suitable. I don't want my baby to be called this Yan."

"Then which yan do you want?"

Yan Qingchi thought for a while, "Have I told you the origin of my name?"

Jiang Mochen shook his head.

"When my parents named me, they used the meaning of 'Yi Yan Qing Chi', hoping that I could be a literate, literate, and learned person, so my name is Yan Qingchi. Since you want this child to be The name is related to me, and I decided to use the pronunciation of yan, so let’s use this inkstone, the inkstone of pen, ink and paper.”

"Okay." Jiang Mochen agreed, "Then I hope that when he grows up, he can become a person like you, gentle and considerate, tolerant and generous, with his own persistence and ideas, and live a smart life."

Yan Qingchi smiled, "Are you touting me?"

"I'm talking about my good expectations for the child. Just right," he said, "This inkstone and the book are also matched. Isn't the pen, ink, paper and inkstone used by the ancients when they read?"

"Then by his nickname, shall we just call him Yanyan? Actually, Nezha is also quite cute. When I was pregnant with him, I hoped he would be Nezha."

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"Baby, you can only choose between Yan Yan and Nezha."

"It's still called Yan Yan, the baby of the province grows up and hits me."

"He dare not, you are the head of the family."

Yan Qingchi smiled, "You can really speak."

"Then I have one more thing to say." Jiang Mochen learned from what he just said.

Yan Qingchi nodded, "You said."

"Do you know what the 'Yan' in Jiang ZhiYan means, besides the homophonic pronunciation of your surname and the hope that he will become the same person as you?"

"what?"

Jiang Mochen looked at him, gentle and focused, "It means that you are Jiang Mochen's Yan Qingchi, and this child is Jiang Mochen and Yan Qingchi's inkstone."

Yan Qingchi listened and remembered that he explained the meaning of the word "zhi" to Qiqi a long time ago. He told Qiqi that Jiang Zhiqi means Jiang Mochen's Qiqi. That night, Jiang Mochen thanked him very seriously, saying that he liked this explanation very much, but he didn't expect that one day, this explanation was used on him.

For some reason, he was moved, Jiang Mochen held his hand, and the tenderness in his eyes poured out, "So, I now own the three of you, and I am the richest person in the world."

Yan Qingchi held his hand instead, pulled it to his mouth and kissed it, smiled and said, "Yes."

Yan Qingchi stayed in the hospital for a few days, and when the incision was completely healed, he went home. Swallow came to the house and circled several times,

Even let Yan Qingchi sit for a few days confinement. Although they didn't follow the strict rules of "no air conditioner, no shampoo, no brushing, no playing with mobile phones", Yan Qingchi was still sitting with a depressed face this month, and felt that there was no need for this at all. But he couldn't bear the soft and hard foam of the swallow mother, so he had to sit obediently.

Fortunately, Mother Yan left after only a week, and Yan Qingchi immediately went down to the ground, and she was a hero again.

Jiang Mochen has been busy replenishing his body these days, making soup for him in a different way. Yan Qingchi looked at his various soups and felt that Jiang Mochen's cooking skills had improved by leaps and bounds during the year he was pregnant. A qualified chef.

Jiang Zhiyan is still sleeping. He is the most popular little celebrity in the Jiang Yan family recently. His grandparents and aunts always come to see him. While teasing him, they feel that this child is really cute.

Wei Lan heard that he had been discharged from the hospital and went home, so he ran over to look at the little guy on the bed around the crib, and asked Yan Qingchi, "Can you poke?"

Yan Qingchi felt that his cautious appearance was a little cute, so he nodded.

Qiqi reminded him next to him, "Be lighter, my brother is still very young."

Wei Lan turned around and poked his face, "You're not too big."

Chess said proudly with a small chest, "I'm bigger than my younger brother, much bigger."

Wei Lan rubbed his head, "Little one."

After he finished playing chess and chess, he went to poke Jiang Zhiyan in the crib. The child's skin was soft and bouncy. Wei Lan only pokes him once, but he didn't dare to poke again, for fear of hurting him.

However, Jiang Zhiyan didn't have any special reaction. He just stared at them innocently with big eyes like black grapes.

Seeing that Wei Lan poked his brother in the face, Qiqi reached out and poked it, and then whispered to Wei Lan, "It's so soft."

"yes."

Chess poked his face, "Chess is also soft."

"Yes, you are also a little baby."

Qiqi wanted to poke his face on his feet, Wei Lan bent down in cooperation, Qiqi poked, and said in surprise: "Uncle's is also soft."

"That's because uncle has good skin." After Wei Lan finished speaking, she realized, "No, you have to call me brother, not uncle."

Chess shouted obediently, "Brother."

Yan Qingchi looked helpless, "Are we two the same age? Call me dad, call you brother, this generation is messed up."

"Then I'm also a brother. You are married and have two children. I'm still single. All singles are brothers."

Yan Qingchi was almost defeated by his crooked reasoning, watching him raise his chin, "Come on, Brother Qiqi, call Uncle Qingchi to listen."

"Yan Qingchi, you take advantage of me!"

"It's not that you are shameless pretending to be tender."

Wei Lan hummed and looked at Qiqi, "Remember, I'm my brother."

Although Qiqi didn't understand what he and his father were saying just now, but he also heard the words of Qiqi brother, so he shouted generously: "Brother."

Yan Qingchi: ... I'm a stupid good baby, so stupid...

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