Xu Kuangjie's thirtieth birthday party was held grandly.
Jiang Beiyuan carried his son over.
Celebrities, businessmen, brothers and classmates are all there.
"Lao Jiang, who is your son?" a friend asked with a smile.
Jiang Beiyuan held the baby with one hand, pursed his lips, and then introduced:
"My son, rivers, lakes and seas."
"Hahahahaha—"
The whole room burst into laughter.
They all laughed at his son's "good name."
Jiang Beiyuan, who was standing there, twitched the corners of his mouth several times.
He also felt that the name was not good.
"Dong dong dong."
The knocking on the door was vague in my ears, as if it was almost far away.
Jiang Beiyuan on the bed opened his eyes slightly.
Two seconds later, the frown he had just frowned relaxed, and the confusion in his eyes was replaced by calmness.
It turns out that the scene just now was a dream.
Subconsciously, he looked at the woman sleeping next to him. She had a peaceful sleeping face, long eyelashes, beautiful eyes, a delicate nose, and full cherry lips.
The sunlight fell in through the gaps in the window lattice, casting mottled light and shadow on the delicate shoulders.
Jiang Beiyuan lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering at the same frequency as his wife, and his thin lips fell on her smooth forehead.
The same good morning kiss as always.
It's been two years.
Mrs. Jiang is still by his side, unscathed.
He was moved and delighted.
"Dong dong dong."
Three more respectful knocks sounded.
Jiang Beiyuan grabbed the nightgown on the sofa and put it on casually. He went to bed late last night, and it was quite early for a certain bastard to knock on the door.
…
The moment he opened the door, one lowered his head and the other raised his head.
Eyes facing each other.
Tong Jiang Beiyuan is almost a little boy carved out of the same mold. He is only 95 centimeters tall, with a white face, delicate facial features, big eyes as clear as Yan Nian, and the bridge of his nose and mouth look like Jiang Beiyuan.
Jiang Beiyuan leaned against the door and raised his eyebrows: "Is something wrong?"
"Hehe," the boy rubbed his belly and grinned, with a flattering look on his face, "Dad, Dachi is hungry!"
Yes.
This is Jiang Beiyuan's son.
Name: Jiang Qingchi.
Nickname: Rivers, lakes and seas.
Now two and a half years old, almost three years old.
Jiang Beiyuan looked at this young and clean round face, his thoughts drifting away.
I think back then, when I was born, my eyebrows were not wide-open and I looked very ugly.
Thinking back then, when Yan Nian said his son's name was "Jianghe Huhai", he was really shocked.
Whose child is named this
It happened that the woman who had just given birth had a low IQ, so Yan Nian didn't take it seriously and kept praising the name.
"Mum, isn't it said that there is a lack of water in one's destiny? Doesn't it mean that every word has water in it? Then river, river, lake, sea, every word has water in it. That's domineering enough, right?"
"There's no hurry about naming."
Jiang Beiyuan could already think of Xu Kuangjie and the other men's mocking looks at him.
However, Yan Nian was extraordinarily persistent and wanted to call everything Jiang He Hu Hai. Jiang Beiyuan really had no idea, so he called her this name for the time being, for fear that she would be angry.
Although he really doesn't like this extra son, but the same code does not mean that he wants to say seriously when introducing his son to others:
"This is my son, the river, the river, the lake, the sea."
Later, when Yan Nian was about to give up, Jiang Beiyuan finally convinced her to change her name.
When he went to the household registration office, Yan Nian even cursed.
"Called Jiang Qingche, Jiang Chenghe, Jiang Muchi, etc. These sound so nice and Korean, don't they?"
Yan Nian couldn't help but defend his son's injustice.
"It's called Jiang Qingchi, it's a bit earthy, what do you think?"
"It's just a little bit earthy."
(End of chapter)