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After giving birth to her second child, Yan Nian went from the delivery room to the VIP ward and woke up again the next morning.
The sun was as bright as ever, and it made her eyelids hurt a little. She blinked her beautiful eyes gently, and after looking around, she saw Jiang Beiyuan lying on the bedside in a blink of an eye.
He fell asleep, with his eyes closed, the right side of his face facing her, and his face was somewhat pale.
She moved her arms, trying to touch his hair, but he suddenly woke up.
Jiang Beiyuan quickly stood up, "Nian Nian..."
She was the first one I saw, and she was the first one I called.
Such a gentle call, like a whisper in a dream, overlapped with the scene in the dream, making Yan Nian's heart speed up inexplicably.
Yan Nian hugged Jiang Beiyuan's waist and nuzzled in front of him.
"I was dreaming about Teacher Jiang!"
"What dream?" He took her little head and gently rubbed her hair.
Yan Nian recalled the scene in his dream and sighed.
"I dreamed that I gave birth to three children for you. The children have grown up, well... we have also grown older, and I seem to have gray hair."
"Then what?"
"Then it's gone," Yan Nian sniffed, raised his face, and looked into Jiang Beiyuan's eyes, "You said you will still love me when I get old?"
Jiang Beiyuan raised his thin lips, stretched out his hand and flicked her forehead. Her question was very unworthy.
"After the age of 18, Jiang Beiyuan loves Yan Nian every day. This heart will always belong to you, a little girl."
Even if he loses his memory ten thousand times, his heart will always beat for her.
This is a fact that cannot be changed and does not want to be changed.
Yan Nian loves Jiang Beiyuan's pair of swaying star-shaped peach blossom eyes the most. He always looks at people affectionately and emotionally. Now that he heard what he said, his heart felt even more joyful. He couldn't help but hug him tighter, "I love you too, Teacher Jiang!"
Yan Nian hesitated for a while, and then he remembered that he had given birth to a child.
"By the way, how is the child? Is it a boy or a girl? Is he healthy?"
"Mrs. Jiang, there is no one with a bigger heart than you in the whole world."
Only then did I think of the child.
Jiang Beiyuan answered patiently one by one, saying that they were twins, and the children were both healthy. The girl who was taken out first was her sister, and the boy who was taken out a minute later was his younger brother.
She was squealing like a chicken pecking at rice, and she had completely remembered that she had difficulty giving birth again this time, so she asked Jiang Qingchi to call 120, and then she was pushed into the operating room. After giving birth, Jiang Beiyuan seemed to have come in, holding his hand Her hand said that the memory has been restored and cannot be without her.
"Have you really recovered your memory?"
"Um."
"You didn't lie to me, did you?"
"From Jiang Ting to Jiang Beiyuan, how many times have I lied to you?"
"Hey, that's so good!!" She held his face and gasped, and then hurried to see the child she had given birth to.
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ugly.
This was Yan Nian's first thought when he saw the two children.
She is even uglier than the newborn Jiang Qingchi. It's easy to say that a boy is ugly. Yan Nian is really afraid that his daughter will be ugly. What if she can't get married in the future.
Ding Baoyi was holding Jiang Chunhe. Yan Nian took the child over and raised his eyebrows, "Why is my daughter so wrinkled?"
"Children are like this. It will be fine if they grow out. You and Jiang Beiyuan have such good genes, why are you worried that your child will not look good?"
"That's right, I worry too much."
"Yeah, right,"
Ding Baoyi took Yan Nian's arm and taught her in her ears like an old lady, "You, you have to pay attention now that you have given birth to a second child. I heard others say that women are most likely to lose their shape after giving birth to a second child. If you If you want to get in shape, take advantage of this time and hurry up, don’t wait until it’s too late.”
"I know, I won't let myself become a fat man." Yan Nian snorted.
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After leaving the hospital, Yan Nian started confinement.
In the delivery room, I told Jiang Beiyuan to go home and kneel on the washboard. How could he be willing to do so
Just talking about it for fun.
But that fool actually asked Song Yikai to buy him a washboard, and he actually knelt down all night.
Yan Nian didn't know at first.
It was when I got up early the next morning and found my husband kneeling in front of the door that I was surprised that he actually knelt down!
"Hey, I obey you," Yan Nian pulled him up and patted the dust off his pants, "Why are you really kneeling?"
"There is one more night tonight, let's kneel down." Jiang Beiyuan said calmly.
"Why?"
"I should kneel down if my wife, who is pregnant with two lives, works hard to please her husband who has lost his memory."
“…”
Yan Nian's nose suddenly became sore.
"Then according to what you say, should I kneel down for ten years?"
Jiang Beiyuan reacted for a few seconds, smiled and pinched her face, "No, your husband won't let her go."
"Then I can't bear to part with it! Please be more honest with me tonight and don't kneel on the ground while I'm not paying attention. Do you hear me?"
"okay."
He said yes, but in fact he secretly went to kneel down at night.
Otherwise, Jiang Beiyuan would never be able to live with it.
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After giving birth to twins, that is, two children, it would be tiring to take care of two children. Ding Baoyi repeatedly asked Jiang Nian and his wife to find a nanny, but it was not impossible to afford one.
Yan Nian refused to say anything.
It's not a matter of money or not.
She thinks this is very good. It is a rare experience and a kind of happiness for two people to accompany their children to grow up and do it themselves. Compared with a lazy lifestyle, it is not conducive to the education of children and their growth.
Besides, she wasn't tired either.
Because Jiang Qingchi is helping her.
On weekdays, Jiang Beiyuan was reluctant to call Yan Nian, so he would ask Jiang Qingchi to do this or that.
The young Jiang Qingchi was diligent and knew that his mother was working hard and that it was not easy to go through hell, so he worked hard in many things.
After the child is five months old and grown, the two siblings can sit, crawl, and reach out to grab things without much difficulty.
So finally there was enough time. Yan Nian got up early in the morning. She was going to the gym to work out.
After giving birth to her second child, she wanted to practice her waistline and get in shape.
She set the alarm for 5:30 and opened her eyes with difficulty. Jiang Beiyuan woke up and asked her what she was doing.
Yan Nian got up from the bed... and then said, "Go to the gym to exercise."
"Okay, what kind of exercise do you want to do?"
"You don't understand. Managing a woman's figure is a lifelong career."
After saying that, he yawned, put on his slippers and went out.
She went to check on the two children first. They didn't cry, fuss, or wake up. They were fine.
For mothers, it’s a blessing if their children don’t make any noise!
Yan Nian went to the bathroom next door to tie her hair into a high ponytail. She wore a black tights and black sweatpants underneath.
In fact, Yan Nian is not fat at all. There is not much flesh on her arms and legs, but when she looks in the mirror, she feels fat. She just feels like there is fat in her belly.
Women are afraid of looking in the mirror.
A very nice girl, but the more I look at her, the more I feel like nothing is good about her.
As soon as Yan Nian turned on the treadmill, he heard the door open.
The man was wearing a white shirt, with only the middle button fastened. His slender fingers had clear joints, and when illuminated by the morning sun, they were almost transparent in color.
Yan Nian: "Why did you come in?"
Jiang Beiyuan stared at her, approaching her step by step, "Exercise with you."
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Two hours later, Yan Nian returned to the bedroom with only the strength to lie down.
"I'll take you to take a bath?"
Jiang Beiyuan put a towel in front of her damp forehead and wiped it gently.
"Get off and drive!"
She brushed his hand away impatiently, and her plan to exercise early in the morning was ruined by him.
Jiang Beiyuan: "Don't get up so early in the future. What you need now is to take a good rest instead of losing your energy."
"I asked you, why are you so changeable? Who used to nag me that my physical strength was too poor and asked me to run with you every morning. Now I want to exercise, but you don't let me. You are really a complex of contradictions!"
"Were you a mother before? Huh?"
"...I can't speak to you."
Jiang Beiyuan moved her face, but she shook her head away.
He lifted the quilt and got into bed, hugging her into his arms.
"For your own good."
"Don't hug me, Chunhe should be awake, go and hug her!"
Jiang Chunhe is the most noisy one, and usually starts screaming for his parents at this point.
Jiang Beiyuan glanced at her and said, "Are you willing for me to hug someone else's daughter-in-law early in the morning?"
"What are you saying? Will I be jealous of my daughter?"
"You usually eat a lot."
In the morning, a faint smile appeared in Jiang Beiyuan's eyes, which was tenderness and doting towards her.
He always has an indescribable feeling for this woman, and he never gets tired of seeing her.
"Does it hurt?" He raised his hand and pinched the tip of her nose, not too hard.
"... Tsk, you're looking down on your wife. I'm fine everywhere."
"Okay, let's continue in the evening."
Jiang Beiyuan then let go of her and went out to see the child.
Yan Nian was so angry that he wanted to slap him in the face.
Is it too late to change my mind and say it hurts
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Jiang Jingming is the fastest talker. At only five months old, he can already clearly call him daddy and mommy.
For this reason, even Jiang Qingchi praised his younger brother for his greatness and said that he was a child prodigy.
Xu Kuangjie, the godfather, even bought handsome clothes and came to Jiang's house again and again to give them to his godson.
He simply thought San'er's eyes were pretty and followed Lao Jiang's peach blossom eyes.
Yan Nian: "San'er, please thank your godfather."
Jiang Jingming's teeth were not all straight, but that didn't affect his sparkling eyes: "Thank you, make daddy."
"Ouch~!!!"
Xu Kuangjie fell in love with little Jingming so much that he picked up the child and carried the child carelessly with its two calves.
"My godfather was almost as eloquent when he was your age. I was able to compose poems at the age of three and give names at the age of six. You will definitely inherit my essence!"
Yan Nian: "..."
Jiang Jingming, who was unable to move, said: "..."
Jiang Beiyuan came over: "Let go and don't smear your saliva on my son's face."
Xu Kuangjie: "..."
In comparison, Jiang Chunhe speaks more slowly. He doesn't call him "dad" until he is eight months old. Moreover, the sound of "mama" comes out of the little girl's mouth and is always not smooth, stuck one after another, not smooth. .
Finally, I waited until I was called Shunliu, but when I put them together, it was "Huahua" and "Huahua".
For this reason, Yan Nian kept whispering in Jiang Chunhe's ear, "It's mom, mom - mom."
"Huahua." Jiang Chunhe blinked his big, watery eyes, innocent and cute.
Yan Nian: "Mom."
"Flower."
Yan Nian gritted his teeth and shouted to Jiang Beiyuan in the kitchen, "What's wrong with your daughter? Why don't you call me mom?"
Jiang Beiyuan took off his apron and brought the dishes to the table.
He glanced at Yan Nian and then at Jiang Chunhe, both of whom were his favorites.
Jiangbei Yuanyao took a spoonful of egg custard, squatted on the ground, and fed Jiang Chunhe himself.
"Be good and call me mom."
"Mom." Jiang Chunhe, who only had five small teeth, smiled with squinted eyes.
"Mom-Mom." Jiang Beiyuan's voice was magnetic and he drawled.
"Mom." Jiang Chunhe smiled so hard that his eyes were bent, and he shouted smoothly.
Yan Nian was finally happy and looked at Chun He in the cradle, "Come on, watch me call, mom."
"Flower."
"It's Huahua, not mom! Ah, it's mom!" Yan Nian clapped his mouth, making Jiang Chunhe giggle.
"Okay, stinky girl, are you trying to play with your mother on purpose?"
"Why are you angry with your daughter?" Jiang Beiyuan touched Yan Nian's head.
Yan Nian snorted, "That's it for you two, father and daughter, you deliberately played tricks on me."
Jiang Beiyuan held his daughter and sat on his lap, asked her what kind of food she wanted to eat, and asked her to choose it himself.
Without saying anything, Jiang Chunhe pointed at the lettuce roll and fried dough sticks and wanted to eat this.
"You have a good vision!"
Yan Nian rolled up a small fried dough stick for her and let Chunhe take it and chew it.
Jiang Beiyuan stared at his eyes, his peach blossom eyes were lowered, his eyebrows and eyelashes were vivid, and his expression was particularly vivid.
It made Yan Nian's heart tremble... "What do you want me to do?"
"Chun'er looks like you."
"Then?"
"I'm very happy."
Jiang Beiyuan spoke word by word, his lips raised in a slight arc, and his smile gained some weight, "This feeling is like growing up with you."
It made up for his regrets back then.
Yan Nian's nose felt sore, and he just wanted to imitate his lyrical words, but then he heard the person in front of him say again:
"I need to hold this little girl for a while longer, otherwise she will be someone else's wife from now on."
"Then who said before that you won't hug other people's wives?"
"Did I say that?" Jiang Beiyuan laughed, "Mrs. Jiang, you remembered it wrong."
"you!"
Yan Nian angrily chewed on the fried dough sticks in his hand.
Well, it seems like he didn't say that.
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Jiang Chunhe really inherited Yan Nian.
I really like eating lettuce wraps and fritters.
But Jiang Chunhe couldn't tell clearly.
Before, the little girl pulled her father's sleeve and kept saying "doudou, doudou". Jiangbeiyuan brought peanuts, jelly beans, chocolate beans, pineapple beans, and almost even brought pimples to her, but nothing happened. The little girl said Doudou.
It was Yan Nian who understood his daughter's heart best. A plate of lettuce-wrapped fried dough sticks was served on the table, and the little girl took the fried dough sticks and ate them with a smile.
So every time Jiang Chunhe said "doudou", everyone knew that they wanted to eat fried dough sticks.
For example, today, Yan Nian went out for afternoon tea, and took his daughter alone. He put the little girl opposite and let her sit and drink a bottle, and he raised his phone to take a selfie.
Jiang Chunhe was unhappy because his mother ignored him. He puffed up his cheeks and said, "Huahua."
"It's mom!"
"Huahua, Doudou."
"Call mom and give you some beans."
"Huahua..."
"..." Yan Nian remained unmoved.
Jiang Chunhe rarely compromised, "Mom."
"Hey, you are so good!"
Yan Nian gave the waiter extra money and asked her to make a trip to buy her some fried dough sticks and lettuce.
Jiang Chunhe, who had found the delicious food in the world, grabbed lettuce with one hand and fried dough sticks with the other. Her mother didn't roll them, so she rolled them and ate them herself.
If you do it yourself, you will have enough food and clothing.
Yan Nian stopped playing with his phone and looked at his little girl with his hands on his cheeks.
At first, my daughter was just a wrinkled little mouse, but now she looks like a little girl. Her face has a little baby fat, which may disappear as she grows up.
Two large clear eyes followed her, a high nose bridge, and perfect lips. The lip shape was a bit like her father's and hers, but Yan Nian felt that Chunhe's facial features were more beautiful than his own because they had a three-dimensional feel.
Maybe this is because the girl is better than the girl. When her daughter grows up, she will definitely be a beauty that will captivate the whole country. Yan Nian is very confident and sure about this.
"Chun'er, read to mom—"
"Oil, one euro of oil, Tiao, special Ou Tiao."
"Doudou."
"No, fried dough sticks."
"Doudou."
Yan Nian did not give in: "You, Tiao."
She still doesn't believe it. After fighting for 800 rounds, she still doesn't believe what you said!
"Doudou."
"You, Tiao."
"Doudou."
"You-tiao."
An hour passed, and I watched the little girl almost finish the plate of fried dough sticks, but she still couldn't pronounce it correctly.
Yan Nian's lips were worn out, "You Tiao!"
"Doudou."
"Okay, Doudou, just Doudou." Yan Nian raised his hands in surrender.
In this round, Jiang Chunhe won.
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[Author’s words:
1. As expected, the whole book will be finished by the end of this month, and a new article will be dedicated to Chun He Jingming.
2. This is the period when Yan Nian gave birth to her second child. There were no major twists and turns, only small quarrels and disturbances. If you don’t like it, don’t complain. You can watch it or not as you wish.
(End of chapter)